Culinary Architecture

My stomach let out a soft rumble, which reminded me that pure comedy requires proper fuel. I waddled into the cool kitchen and discovered someone had left a forgotten piece of toast crust on a paper napkin by the trash can. Naturally, I saw an opportunity for high gastronomy. I dragged a fallen green plastic lettuce leaf from a toy tea set across the tiles, wedged a bright yellow rubber band inside, and topped it with my prized crunchy snack pouch as a garnish. A masterpiece! Who needs baby puree when you can build a triple-decker avant-garde crunchy surprise right against the baseboard?