First come the straws then starts the mashed scoops.

It is warm, comforting, and suddenly your face is no longer your face. It's Masala's terrain.

The mashed potatoes rise from Cinnamon's cheeks and forehead. Her nose becomes the summit ridge, barely visible beneath a drift of fluffy taters, while her lips are lost somewhere in there so she cannot speak! Now comes the slow rivers of gravy that trickles downwards from the highest point (her nose).

Then comes the peas and carrots! The texture is not quite solid, not quite liquid. It shifts slightly when Cinnamon or Masala move, settling with a gentle slump beside her head.

It is an absurd scene but amazingly hilarious and unique. A culinary monument, equal parts comfort food and surreal sculpture, turning your face into a warm, edible horizon.