What's that, you say? I'm wearing a cookie? Well yes, and how nice of you to notice.
Apparently it's a tradition of some-sort at Octoberfest (the real Octoberfest, folks) to wear some gingerbread concoction around your neck complete with lederhosen and stein. Okay, you got me...I had already secured the latter items away far from anyone's eye, but the cookie - and it's very satisfying crunch - managed to come all the way back from Munich with my sig-o. Talk about one delicious accessory. If I hadn't already munched on this puppy for breakfast, I totally would be rockin' this thing until the DAY I DIE.
