It’s all about that Baste

Cue Meghan Trainor music.

It’s all about that baste, ’bout that baste, moist turkey.

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Hello Hall.OH.ween in 2017

One might say that I am a bit sPUNky at Halloween. No BONES about it…

This particular set is in Sister Bay, WI , participating in the GoBo cookie sale  (funds used in the fight against childhood cancer). Massive quantities of good looking sugar. October 13-15.  If you are near by, please consider supporting the cause!

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The full set:

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GOURDgeous

Let’s talk about mistakes. I work incredibly hard not to make them. But I did. In my haste (4 different sets were on our dining room table that day) to get a friend her birthday cookies on time, I totally misspelled a play on words.  No pun pride that day.  Luckily, it was a dear friend and I gave them to her anyway.  She said she didn’t even notice (that’s how good a friend she is).  Despite my spelling fail, the gourds in the set turned out beautifully and the pun was perfect for the season.  And, here’s the most important part, the cookies are always tasty.

Bottom line, I just want to pass along a hug to those of you who like things just so, who strive for perfection.  It’s frustrating when things don’t go according to plan but mostly it’s US that care so deeply about perceived imperfection.  Others, not so much.  Here’s to continuing on. May the rest your day still be GOURDeous.

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For Sure, Architecture

There is a lot of fun banter that goes on via the Instagram feed.  So it happened that the fabulous Rebecca Weld, aka the Cookie Architect, off-handedly inquired if a particular set of my cookies had a home.  And how she was willing to volunteer hers if not. Those cookies were spoken for but the wheels started turning for a “structurally” sound solution.  As ridiculous as it seems, there appears to be a pun/wordplay for every situation, including architecture.  If you want to have your socks knocked off, click on the link above to visit Rebecca’s blog- and prepared to be dazzled! Her cookie art is one of the Seven Wonders (of the Cookie World).

In’Tense’ Architecture: past, present, and future

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Arch Enemies

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Escher Construction Company

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packaged and ready to mail

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Mother Lode

So Denver had 70 degree sunny days in January and, here it is, Mother’s day in mid-May, and we are expecting thunder snow.  That Mother Nature has a few tricks up her sleeve.  Moving on to other tricks, I included some word play and pictograms in this first playful Mother’s day set. See if you can figure them out (answers at the end of the blog. wink. wink.).

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In the second set, I overloaded in the gushy and the sentimental.  The aim was to make a story board in cookie form…along with writing a poem to my children. (It is our second-born that is the wordsmith so take my musings with a grain of salt).  My kids are anything and everything for which a mom could ever hope. Thanks to them, we’re celebrating me on Mother’s day.  Oh, and, thank you Hallmark.

Then I thought of my mother. My mom was a quiet role model of strength and perseverance. I never heard her complain, even though life threw a full arsenal of difficulties her way.  My dad died suddenly and unexpectedly when I was 3. In a time that it was uncommon, she went to university (graduated top of her class), converted the second floor of the house into an apartment as well as sold my dad’s cameras (he was a professional photographer)/anything else of value to help pay bills, took in my grandmother (after my grandfather died), sewed/made the clothes on our backs, took us on every.other.year camping vacations (the only way she could afford) to show us the wonders of the USA, and robbed.Peter.to.pay.Paul to put me through an expensive engineering school.  Such incredible people in my life.  Sometimes, you just get lucky as all get-out.

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(one in a million, the whole nine yards, fantastic)

TEArrific

I was invited to go over to a friend’s house for tea, which made me think of a tea party (all proper with pinkies extended), and then Boston, and then the yellow flag with a snake that says “don’t tread on me”, and then all of the possible mutations of “T”, tee, tea, bag, etc?  My mind works in mysterious ways. And “works” is a questionable categorization.  These are but a few of the possibilities:

(PS: Thanks to the magnificent Arty McGoo for allowing me to personify her on a tea bag cookie.  With utter jaw-dropping talent and a playful nature, Liz has the whole package; I am ever grateful for her inspiration and hysterical sense of humor.)

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