Pop Tarts and Birthday Wishes

One of the unfortunate side effects of being a lapsed long-term vegan is that occasionally you eat a novel junk food just for the hell of it because you can, and then sometimes you think, "damn, that's good." And then, if you're me, you make up for lost time. Such has been the case with pop tarts. They're disgustingly delicious!

Anyway, believe it or not I actually have two pop-tart related anecdotes, or I wouldn't be making this post. First, I have discovered the ultimate ice cream product at Oh Yeah: birthday cake ice cream swirled with malt powder and toasted and cooled cherry pop tarts (BYOPT). You can not possibly believe how delicious this is unless you try it.

Second: in a long awaited development, River has started making jokes! The other day he found the pop tart box and started acting excited, so I gave him a piece of tart. Then he pointed to the picture on the box and asked his favorite question, "Dis is what?" "That's a pop tart," I told him. Tart in hand, he pretended to bite the box and then burst into giggles. So cute!

Also, on a non-tart related note, James turned 28 this week. Many Happy Returns of the Day!