Marshmallow Madness
Some weeks ago at Mike's house, the Sailor Jerry & Coke tasted like marshmallow to me.
On Saturday, a Grey Goose martini (dirty) had an aftertaste of marshmallow. I could hardly swallow it.
On Sunday, at our belated Christmas dinner prepared by Mom, the sour cream mashed-potatoes tasted like marshmallow (no one else agreed). I tried again: marshmallow. I ate no more mashed-potatoes.
On Saturday, a Grey Goose martini (dirty) had an aftertaste of marshmallow. I could hardly swallow it.
On Sunday, at our belated Christmas dinner prepared by Mom, the sour cream mashed-potatoes tasted like marshmallow (no one else agreed). I tried again: marshmallow. I ate no more mashed-potatoes.