This evening, due to nostalgia (perhaps induced by the Silver Key, or visions of childhood brought by a dream) I suddenly desperately wanted edible playdough. This is a wonderful substance my mother would make for me as a child, casting aside all hopes of me eating dinner later. It’s a simple concoction, and I’ll lay out the recipe:
1. Peanut Butter
2. Powdered Milk
4. Sprinkles, or other decorations.
Method: Mix together a few tablespoons of peanut butter and honey. Add in powdered milk until it’s no longer super sticky. Put down some confectioners sugar or more powdered sugar on your work surface.
This being accomplished, my cursed fingers brought forth a figure drawn from the crippling nightmares I suffer constantly when the moon is high…dread Cthulhu! My mother and I then proceeded to decide which color of sprinkle was sufficiently eldritch. The sparkly ones. Definitely those. I made a tiny cultist, and Cthulhu was ready to take over the refridgerator.
Except, no, wait, I ate him. Icarusthulhu, devourer of stuff, strikes again!