something about the holidays inspires us to gruesomely eat our beloved favorite characters. Rudolph, your time has come. Thank you for serving us so well all these years and again for the last time on my plate. OM NOM NOM.
What an adorable snack! I'd like to see a whole flock of truffle sheep roaming across the vast expanse of my kitchen table, nibbling the crumbs left over from last night's dinner, bleating plaintively, aware that I'll be nibbling on their salty little pretzel legs soon.