At the same old-timey German deli where Dr. Boyfriend and I found the fish balls, we also found the sweetest little marzipan pig:
The two of them were fast friends and couldn’t be separated for approximately three hours. And then we bit his head off.
Wikipedia claims that marzipan is from Iran, but my Persian boyfriend had never tasted it. I myself have only had it a few times in my life, because I don’t really understand it. I mean, almond flavor is fine and everything, but I’m American, and I demand that all of my desserts involve chocolate and peanut butter.