Thursday, April 17, 2008

Coronary In A Can

I'm going to kill my little sister. We went to Garden Ridge Pottery last weekend, and as we were going through the check out line with our cart full of goodies, I hear Erin squeal in delight. I turn to see what the fuss is about, and she is holding up a kit labeled "Carnival Funnel Cakes." It has two cans of powdered funnel cake mix and a funky looking pitcher with a spout. She says, "Stacy, you have to get this for me!" It looks something like this, minus a can:
Being the sensible one, I refuse to pay what they were asking for that crap (now I don't remember the exact figure). But, of course, Erin keeps begging. So I compromise, and agree to buy her one can of the original flavor that they have as a refill, sans pitcher. After all, what idiot can't figure out how to pour batter from a pyrex measuring cup? We then proceed to checkout, and then on to home. Later that evening, Erin and her hubby depart to go back to Huntsville. The next day, I realize that Erin left something behind, aside from the usual dirty dishes and odd sock. She left this:

So I put it in my kitchen cabinet to save for her. That is, until this evening when I got the munchies. So much for my diet. Now my kitchen counter looks like this:

Whoever came up with this idea needs to be shot! I can feel my arteries clogging, just thinking about it. It really was pretty darn good, though.


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