Do you ever watch Hoarding: Buried Alive on TLC? Okay, I’m pretty much the antithesis of the people they feature. There are few things that I’m attached to. My mom can attest to this. When asked to clean out my closet or shelves, I would throw about 90% of the stuff in a trash bag and be done ~ 15 minutes tops, quick, easy, and no one got hurt… that was until my mom discovered the trash bag and initiated the painful process of removing each item one by one to re-itemize what stayed and what went. Just for the record, my mom is also in no way a hoarder. I just, apparently, threw out a whole lotta stuff she knew I’d later regret. Don’t you hate when mothers are always right?
I am now beside myself that I got rid of all of my high school formals. What was I thinking? Oh, how I would love to show up to my 20th high school reunion this summer in my red, floor length, satin dress with rhinestones, an intricate lace bodice, and huge puffy sleeves. The big hair completed my fabulous look. I have to find a picture to post! It’s quite a sight! I will admit though, that I still have my wedding dress (which I agree is a little weird since I’m divorced and have a son, not a daughter to inherit it. What can I say, we are in no way a normal family, but you already know that if you follow my blog). I loved, loved, loved that dress (worth every penny ~ Thank you Mom & Dad!)~ still can’t bring myself to part with it, too many great memories that go along with that time in my life.
Yes, I’ve gone way off on a tangent, stay with me, there is a connection between hoarding and these cookies (I think).
The one thing I have too much of and struggle to part with are the boy’s books. My BFF, Keri, has inherited several hundred of the boy’s books for her girls. The hoarder would keep all the books; I find good homes for them, except the few I can’t let go of (kinda like the wedding dress) ~ Goodnight Moon, The Golden Egg, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar are a couple of them. Some of my best moments have been spent snuggling my boy and reading.
I loved these cookies so much, I almost couldn’t part with them. You do know the story The Hungry Caterpillar, by Eric Carle, right? And you’re not going to ask me why the cookies have holes in them, are you? I thought everyone knew The Hungry Caterpillar (seems I’m wrong). There are over 30 million copies in print and it’s translated into 50 different languages, so if you don’t know the story, where have you been? Quick synopsis, the plot is not very complex… Caterpillar eats his way through a whole variety of foods. Very fat caterpillar goes into cocoon. The once hungry caterpillar emerges as a beautiful butterfly. The End!
The boy’s school was having a silent auction at their country fair last week and needed donations. I put together a gift card for 25 custom cookie favors, but wanted to make cookies to go with it. I figured even if there were a few grown-ups out there unfamiliar with the book, all of the kids would get it, and none of them would ask me about the holes in the food. Several friends bid on my cookies (my friends should know by now, I will make you cookies out of the goodness of my heart, no need to bid on them). The cookies went to my friend Lisa, the highest bidder, so I now get to do her son’s birthday favors (which I would have done anyway).
Of all of the cookies, my favorite are the swiss cheese, pretty random I know. I’m also quite happy with how the very hungry caterpillar turned out. Hope they were yummy Lisa!!