IT’S SOOPER

“What is it?” I asked a no-nonsense farm woman at the grocery store.  She glanced briefly. “A helmet.”

Two friends thought it was Louisiana. Which is nowhere near Indiana, New York, or New England. Maybe the mold was left over from Sooper Bowl XLIV–or the prior year’s Mardi Gras.

Or perhaps this baked good was outsourced to Indonesia where they don’t play football. I thought the (edible?) XLVI circle thing should be orient-ated 45 degrees counter-clockwise, but my sources tell me it’s good.  So if you lose your helmet, technically, you could wear this.