13 9 / 2011
Ha! My sister got this for Christmas one year and somewhere there is a magical family photograph of her screaming her head off in bloody joy after she tore open that gift. Right before we discovered this set was merely a shredder of bread. And by shredder I mean musher. The resulting soggy pile of which you then placed in a red, plastic French fry container. And…ate? Harvested for spores? Maybe this is why my sister went on to be a biochemist (and can tell me whether I just used “spores” correctly).
Thankfully, our bitter disappointment was eventually assuaged when we were gifted a McDonald’s drive-through and started flinging plastic hash browns around the stove for a living.
What is it about wearing probably lead-laced faux intercom headsets that make kids feel so fancy?
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