move over betty crocker

Drew's daycare is having a Halloween party today. In order to assist in what I'm sure will be a bacchanalian celebration of fall, we parents were asked to sign up to bring something for the festivities.

Now, I could have wussed out and signed up for "napkins" (*cough* Brandon's mom *cough*) but no. Brazenly, I penned us in for "cookies."

Sure, I could have popped into Wal-Mart and scooped up a bag of orange-and-black decorated pre-made cookies. I could have easily done that. Easily. It would have been so easy. Very very easy.

But no.

I decided to be creative.

You might think that being creative at 7 p.m. on a Sunday night when you still have to pick out what to wear tomorrow, make your lunch to take to work, wash some underwear since you just realized you don't have any that are clean and get your son fed and ready for bed would be a bad bad idea.

But the gods of creativity were with me, and they saw that my heart was in the right place and they took pity upon me. (and so did Charles, who graciously fed and got Drew ready for bed while I cursed in the kitchen)

And I made ghosts:

And pumpkins:

Admittedly, I did not make the cookies from scratch. I said I got creative, not suicidal.

The ghosts are actually Nutter-Butters that I dipped in melted white chocolate. I used a frosting pen for the eyes and mouths.

The pumpkins were a little bit more difficult. They are made out of Nilla Wafers, but trying to get melted white chocolate to turn orange was a bit of trial and error. I first ended up with a whole bowl of red chocolate goo - it looked, and had the consistency of, a giant blood clot.

Come to think of it, I should have taken that in. "Look, Drew's mom brought us a giant chocolate blood clot! Yay!"

Once I finally got the right shade, I had to play around with the frosting pen so as not to make my pumpkins look like big, red smiley faces.

Just so you're not completely jealous of what a perfect Martha-Stewart-esque mother I am, here's a picture of some of the rejects. On the left is the smiley-face pumpkin. In the middle is the blood-clot pumpkin and on the right is a ghost whose chocolate covering didn't get melted enough and turned into a sugary, powdery glob of unspreadable nastiness.

Our greyhound greatly enjoyed the Halloween cookie rejects. No, I didn't give him the bowl of blood-clot goo; I wanted to treat him, not kill him.

So, that was my adventure in creativity. Just don't ask me to sew any costumes.

Comments

[Carla]

Hee! Those are cute! I love how some of the pumpkins look like they are frowning. Was that indicative of your mood? ;-)

By the way, I got your comment this morning, and it was posted, but then Wordpress recovered and reloaded what was lost last night. So it got replaced.

But I totally get where you're coming from. Hearing songs from the '80s on an oldies station is very disheartening.

Although, I still miss the '80s station they had here in G'ville a couple of years ago! I wish they'd bring back other! :-(

[Mom]

I am so PROUD of you!!!! Just think next year Drew can help you!!!! Another level of fun!