Food is the Enemy

After the Kool-Aid mess, the post-large-family-dinner mess, five poopy diapers (and it's only noon), one pool of animal sick, three separate crunched up cereal messes, and one bowl of cat food thrown down the steps, I've decided that I hate food in all of its forms. We need that Wonka stuff that's an entire meal in a stick of gum. Please, will some non-fictional character invent that for me?

Now I must go and comfort myself with a large vat of Rocky Road. ;)