The sheer size of the blueberry muffin I had for an afternoon snack today was seriously astounding. The diameter of the top was such that I still don’t understand the physics of how it kept from toppling over. Still, it didn’t stop me from finishing the entire thing in a slightly-less-than-dignified display that lasted less than two minutes. I really should have stuck my hand in the picture so you could tell just how huge this sucker was:
Although considering the size of my baby doll hands the muffin might have taken on Godzilla-like proportions and that could get scary really fast. If you’re wondering how a muffin could be scary you obviously were never told as a child to think of something nice after you had a nightmare only to then dream of a giant killer ice cream cone.
Pistachio Pete was one frightening frozen fiend.