Marshmallows are back. They're mad that we invented Peeps. They want revenge. They are bouncing and shimmering in fancy restaurant desserts, bobbing softly in cocktails. They might even turn up in tonight's beer.
Heading somewhere far off means running smack into a spectrum of new sights, new sounds, new tastes. But along with these comes the inevitable oven-fresh batch of eye-rolling, mind-blowing, completely incomprehensible Mysteries of Travel.
I am sure you were rocked with the news just as I was that Fluff has changed their jars for the first time in sixty years. I saw the shocking newsflash that Fluff was now being distributed in plain old plastic tubs like Skippy and Jiff Peanut Butter when I went grocery shopping a few weeks ago.