So says the recipe for Easter Turduken. It’s revolting, yet hilarious.

On a powertools-related sidenote: It’s 10 a.m. on Sunday morning. Our neighbors have been running their fucking powertools for hours. Now the house on the other side has started alternating between a jackhammer and a wood-chipper. (At least it drowns out all the barking dogs).  Husband just snapped and yelled, “Are they digging for Jesus? What the hell? It’s Easter!”

But I digress…

NPR had a piece on peep pie with the brilliant title “rolling with my peeps.”

We used to have peep-pie bakeoffs at work.  None of us were especially adept, which is a rather sad statement. A friend sent me Cadbury Egg Cake, which I think is much funnier than peep pie.  Probably not something you’d want to eat, but on the other hand I never especially wanted to eat the peep pie, either.  Plus, the Cadbury Egg Cake has a riff on eggs that makes me laugh every time:

I am learning that basically, you just need to forget everything you THINK know about eggs because man, you don’t know anything. You know nothing about eggs. Eggs is like “You don’t know me! Don’t even play like you know me!”

Of the three, Cadbury Egg Cake is the best science experiment, but it’s Easter Turduken that breaks new processed food ground, in my opinion.  But I don’t get out much. Plus, I’ve been listening to a chipper-shredder for 30 minutes straight. My judgment may be somewhat impaired.