Well, he's no Frosty the Snowman, for starters, he was warm. He had no stick arms, or carrot nose. But he did have an engaging smile.... And bright, sparkly eyes! And little green parsley flecks... wait, that's not snowmanesque!
This little man made a trip from the North Pole to grace my children's plates at dinner this evening. We sure appreciated his time, and his cheerful attitude. And how did my boys repay him for his efforts?
They ate him! That's right, ate him. They showed no remorse, no tears were shed. They even had the audacity to make yummy noises! What kind of person does that?
Poor little sauted squash snowman...