I bought my first thing of rice cakes a couple of weeks ago. Holy cow. I’ve never eaten something that could so easily pass as an inedible object. It’s Styrofoam, guys. I actually googled the manufacturer of the product to make sure there weren’t any pending class action lawsuits accusing the company of actually just selling packing peanuts, lightly salted and then delicately formed into perfect circles. I couldn’t find any real dirt, just other people freaking out about how tasteless these “cakes” are (and, yeah…the word “cake” certainly implies you’ll be at least marginally satisfied). At any rate, after the first bite, I lathered on a nice, thick layer of peanut butter, followed by a honey drizzle. Much better. Both girls tried them (and without any flavor enhancers like PB or honey) – chomp them down like cupcakes.

That's rice cake shrapnel on her face, by the way - not a rogue tooth.

That’s rice cake shrapnel in her mouth, by the way – not a rogue tooth.

She’s trying to be all cute and convincing that rice cakes are actually good.

Then Harper served us tea to wash the cakes down.

Then Harper served us tea to wash the cakes down.

Cracking each other up.

Cracking each other up.

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