It all started with deviled eggs

Julian wanted them.  We can blame him.

Like most of our food nights, the germ of the idea behind this culinary escapade had its beginning in one of the many inane conversations we have while trying to avoid doing any sort of work related to our studies.  I think the phrase, "Deviled eggs are God's food" made an appearance at some point in the discussion.  That was enough to impel us to plan a night featuring this dish prominently, and everything kind of grew from there.  Things got out of hand rather quickly.

We're no strangers to unhealthy food.  But this was something else entirely.  Here's the menu:

16 deviled eggs (thanks, Julian)

• Important note: It's easy to think of deviled eggs as just hardboiled eggs.  This assumption, of course, is incorrect, in that it ignores that in addition to the cholesterol-laden eggs themselves, there's a sizable amount of mayonnaise involved in making any respectable version of egg-bedevilment.  We added four types of garnish: paprika, chives, basil, and dill.

2 boxes of Velveeta shells and cheese (Kirsty's choice)

• As a visitor to this country, Kirsty has had the distinct privilege to have never been exposed to the quasi-food that is Velveeta.  She's gotten her introduction to it recently, and she's appropriately horrified.

1 Little Caesar's cheese pizza (a joint venture)

• These cost $5, and Julian had been climbing all day, so all the other food we had planned on preparing didn't seem quite sufficient to sate his hunger.  Thus, pizza.

9 cups of muddy buddies (Molly's contribution)

• For the uninitiated, this food is simple to make.  All you need is Chex cereal, lots of melted chocolate, butter, and peanut butter, and powdered sugar.  Delicious.  Sublime, even.  At least for the first few handfuls.

We knew it was probably going to be a bad idea to eat all of this fare at once.  But sometimes, you just have to see bad ideas through to the end simply to prove something to yourself.  What we were trying to prove, I can't begin to imagine.  Maybe it was that we felt the need to remind ourselves in some existential way of our own mortality; we needed reminding that regardless of how educated, how cosmopolitan, how sophisticated we believe ourselves to be, mayonnaise, melted cheese (product), and powdered sugar--though delicious--will ALWAYS be able to make us feel terrible about ourselves.  That lesson was driven home with a vengeance on Saturday.  We're probably better--if not slightly fatter--people for it.

Molly