Hot off the presses. Our friend and trusty source of drama Annette (via her new friend Andrew, as it happens) just sent this perverse recipe for a sushi parody that is easily one of the most disturbing things I’ve seen this week (this doesn’t bode well for the rest of the week).
To the four readers of this blog, I promise you: I will never, ever make Twinkie sushi. I’d sooner sit a group of toddlers down in front of a big bowl of sashimi.
All of Ava’s parties will feature organic nuts and berries and filtered water, with party favors comprising laminated excerpts from Nabokov’s Speak, Memory. If she has any friends left by junior high, I might consider adding pure fruit juices to the menu. Perhaps even low-fat cottage cheese and veggies!