Okay, I realize the title of this post doesn't implicate food at all - unless you're of the sort who dabbles in the Disneywellian fantasy of skinning Mickey Mouse alive and serving him on bone china with a side of fava beans and a nice Chianti. I, in fact, did have such brutal thoughts upon encountering said rodent on my last Disney cruise. Don't get me wrong. Me loves a regular diet of Belgian chocolate strategically placed upon my overly-plumped pillow each night. (although the Flemish seem to think that once you touch the brown stuff, it, effectively, dies. Yes, melting is such sweet sorrow, isn't it?) Moreover, I'm not disinclined to devour three filet mignons and four lobster tails during the appetizer course.
But I got to thinking. Thinking about eating other people/animalishs. Caution: never (I repeat NEVER) broach this subject while sitting at a table surrounded by twelve Mormons who fail to see the inherent humor in cannibalism. Anyway, I got to thinking: who would I eat first? My daughter, my cat, Chutney, the members of my HOA Board? No, I came to the conclusion I'd eat Disney characters in said order: (1) Mickey - he seems thick around the middle - I could survive a while on that rat fat, (2) Elsa (Frozen) - she's well preserved - just some salt and lime and she's good for months, (3) Maleficent - if I can't pronounce their name - they're toast - literally; and (4) Donald Duck - 'nuff said.
I encourage everyone to make a list and keep it in a safe place. You never know when your hunger will get the better of you!
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