Let’s talk about Hungary’s very own Little Becky’s Fruit Mallows Original. The pretty colors are so decieving.

I truly gave into male-like carnage today and ate something simply just to eat it. Why do I do this? I know its something I don’t really feel like, yet if I see my sister eating it’s like a trigger in my brain goes off, telling me that I HAVE to eat, just because she is. I could have eaten half a loaf of bread slathered in peanut butter and be about to throw up all over myself, yet because my sister is eating, so must I.

Anyway, today was a good example of how stupid this stigma is. Sweet Little Becky. Child laborer from Hungary. Forced into the marshmallow business to earn money for her circus-star parents.

Green- Lime

Yellow- Lemon

Orange- Orange

Pink- Strawberry

That is what it says on the bag anyway, but I have to believe the verdict is still out on these concoctions, and even Little Becky ponders just what in the world “Green” really is.

Today Little Becky gave my sister and I a huge laugh. We opened the bag thinking we’d indulge in a pre-dinner sweet only to be seriously disappointed.

That is such an understatement. It was like the anticipation you had as the guy you were dating rang the doorbell and you rushed out to confidently welcome him… only to have your underwear stuck in your skirt or something. It was that kind of let down.

I let her go first. I’m not a big fan of flavored marshmallows ( you never would have known this afternoon… I was eating them like they were on fire).

“Yellow.” A funny smile came across her face as she played with the jumbo fluff in her mouth.

However,you can’t just stop there though! For some reason known only to these 2 strange sisters, you have to try every flavor, to see if there is one better than what you just had, or in our case- was there really one that had the potential to be worse? Why we sought eating crappy flavored sugar and gunk and didn’t just throw them away after “yellow,” only we will know.

We had to go on. There were still 3 other flavors! So, I decided to join her. What a goof- I knew she didn’t like “lemon” so why would she like any other ones- and why would I- “I’m not a big fan of flavored marshmallows but pass the bag anyway"- like them if she didn’t?

“Orange. Hmmm. Interesting.”

So then, because we are weird, we had to try every color twice (because another exact form of the exact same color we just had MIGHT be different, right?)- except I let her try lime. I just couldn’t do it.

I don’t know why eating those crappy marshmallows was so funny today, but we were in tears as we each took out a flavor, hoping it to be better than the previous.

I guess you had to be there.

Wow, unemployment is so overwhelming