Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween!

Sometimes I go a little overboard in my Pumpkin Carving
Note: No pumpkins were harmed this year!

Easy Halloween Treat That Goes Squeak!

  "Back in the day"....you used to get homemade treats from your neighbors when you went Trick-or-Treating. Well, thank you crazy people for ruining that for the rest of us. Even prepackaged candy is supposed to be looked over by concerned parents. 

    If you are throwing a party, cute and creative treats are a must. If you are looking for something kid friendly (and adult friendly too) and you have 10 minuted to spare, I highly recommend making these easy and super cute chocolate mice.

  



Here are the three basic things you need. Marischino cherries with stems, slivers of almonds, and Hershey's kisses.

Drain and pat the cherries dry and unwrap the Hershey's kisses. Melt some of the kisses in the microwave or in a double broiler. The cherries are the bodies of our mice and the stem will be the tail.

Dip, dunk or otherwise just cover the cherry in the melted chocolate.

Try and position the tail so it curls
or is pointed up.

Next, take your almonds (the ears) and stick them onto the melted chocolate. Try and position them so the points are up.

You can add some personality depending on how
the ears are put on.

Next, take your unwrapped Hershey kiss and use the melted chocolate to "glue" the head on.

Squeak!

Now all that's left is the eyes. You can use sprinkles, red chocolate, or jimmies.

I used these and picked out the red ones.

"Glue" the eyes on with the melted chocolate. A toothpick helps with getting the chocolate on.

Eat your heart out "Halloween Wars"!

Pop the mice in the fridge so the chocolate hardens up. You can set them around a cheese plate, use them as a cucpcake topper, or serve them as is.

Halloween magic in no time!

The Incognito Pie

You remember Bobby Bear singing the Shel Silverstein poem "The Wonderful Soup Stone"?

"I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
The noodles and the marrow bone,
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone."

Well, I found the wonderful, wonderful Red Kuri Squash while I was at the craft fair. The fair was at a garden co-op and while I was trying to warm up inside the farm stand I was looking at all the goodies they had. 

Mis-named as "Red Kurl"

     I had never seen this kind of squash before, normally you see butternut, acorn, kabocha, spaghetti, etc...I was told that this squash is more of an heirloom that is grown in Meso America and that it tastes like chestnuts....Well...you had me at chestnuts. I love chestnuts and I'm happy that they are making a comeback in the American garden. If I could find a place to plant a tree in my backyard, I would. No Thanksgiving in my house is complete without chestnuts. Right before turkey day, I like to roast them in the oven. I put my chestnuts in my stuffing and the stuffing does NOT go in the bird! I always get twice as many chestnuts so I can eat them as I peel them.
     Back to the squash. I picked out a lovely squash and took it home. Then I ran into my problem...the problem of "Oh crap, I just bought this really cool thing and have no idea how to use it". Then I though, well, squash is squash....soup? Though I found this really great recipe at The Kitchn for a Kuri Pumpkin Coconut Soup, sadly I didn't have enough squash.
   So I thought how about a pie? If this squash is supposed to be in the pumpkin family and tastes like chestnuts......
   I first cut the squash and roasted it in the oven. The squash is *very* hard to cut. I ended up using a big sharp knife and banged another knife on it to hack my way through it. I scooped out the seeds and quartered each half. I drizzled melted butter over the squash (it was on a cookie sheet) and placed it in the oven for an hour at 400 degrees.
   When it was all nice and golden brown, I took the squash out and let it cool. Then I sliced the skin off and had my first taste. I tasted exactly like chestnuts! It was so weird....
    I then pureed the squash. You can use a food processor, blender, etc.....
    Wile the squash was cooking I was making my dough. I used Martha Stewart's recipe for tart dough because it sounded really good and when it's baked, it tastes like a sugar cookie.

Crust

6 tbspn salted butter at room temperature
1/2 cup powdered sugar
2 egg yolks
1 1/4 cups all purpose flour

First beat the powdered sugar and the butter in an electric mixer (with the paddle attachment) until they are creamy. I chopped my butter up and added it slowly.

Add the egg yolks one at a time and mix them in.

Add 3/4 cup of flour and mix on low speed until combined. Then add the remaining 3/4 cup flour and mix until that is combined. Do NOT over mix!!!! Then you will have tough dough that will not want to be rolled out. The key is to mix the flour in until it is just incorporated into the rest of the mixture.

Turn the dough onto a piece of plastic wrap and shape it into a circle, flatten it, wrap the dough and put it in the refrigerator for 2 hours or overnight.

If you time things right, the dough can be chilling while the squash is cooking.....

On a lightly floured piece of parchment paper (or a silpat pad), roll out the dough so it will fit into a 9 inch pie pan. Trim the overhanging dough. I used my left over dough to make "cookies". I just cut up the strips of dough and popped them in the oven for a bit, they tasted like sugar cookies. Put the pie pan with the dough into the freezer for 15 minutes.

Pie crust ready to go in the oven

Pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees F. Remove the pie pan from the freezer, place a piece of parchment paper over the dough and fill the pie with dried beans or pie weights. Bake until the edges are just beginning to turn golden brown, about 15 to 20 minutes.

Remove the parchment and pie weights/beans (the weights will be hot!) and return the crust to the oven and continue baking until light golden brown all over, about 15 to 20 minutes. Cool completely on a wire rack. While the shell is cooling, you can make the filling!

I had enough dough to make a mini-tart as well.

Kuri Squash Pie Filling

I modified one of my favorite pumpkin pie recipes for this. 

8oz mascarpone cheese (this is what gives tiramisu it's creamy texture)

1 1/2 cup roasted kuri squash puree

1 egg

1/2 cup packed brown sugar

1/2 tspn fresh ground cinnamon

1/8 tspn fresh ground nutmeg

2 tblspn all-purpose flour

1 tspn vanilla extract

Pre heat your oven to 350 degrees F.

In an electric mixer with the paddle attachment beat the mascarpone cheese until smooth, a minute or so, you'll be able to tell that it's loosening up a bit. Add the kuri squash puree, egg, brown sugar and the spices. Beat until they are incorporated. Then add the flour and the vanilla. Beat until everything is combined.

Pout the mixture into the crust. Place it in the oven for 45-60 minutes. The surface should have some cracks in it. If you are worried about your crust burning, you can add some tin foil around the edge to protect it. 

Remove the pie from the oven and let it sit for 15 minutes. The you can put it in the refrigerator for 4 hours or overnight. Garnish with some whipped cream and enjoy!

Cake needs a reason, pie, not so much. Yay Pie!

Now, you might want to substitute another squash for the red kuri, I say, okay, but at your own risk. 

  This pie has a super velvety texture and the flavor is outstanding. It's not too sweet and you can definitely taste the chestnut tones. I don't know what another squash, like butternut, would taste like in this. 

   If you can get your hands on some Red Kuri Squash, I highly recommend making this pie!

Rainy Day Craft Show

MinkCouture's first craft show!

Some of our Vintage Halloween items
DIY's to come!

Doesn't our Book Transformation make a great card holder?
And don't our Halloween cards look cute?

Some of our mini-fascinator hats

Halloween Postcard hanger

Upcycled Bottle cap and vintage neck tie jewelry

Hand Dyed Scarves

Our Adopt-a-Spider Program

Hand beaded vintage button bracelets

More hats!

It was a rainy day, but a fair turn out! If you didn't get a chance to buy your item, contact us and we'll let you know if its still for sale since we havent gotten around to putting everything up on Etsy!

From the Shelves: The Snark Handbook

I love a good snark, who doesn't? That perfect punchline to the joke that someone is trying to make you into. Or, maybe just that thing that was missing from the presidential debate last week.
   "The Snark Handbook: A Reference Guide to Verbal Sparring" written by Lawrence Dorfman  defines snark as:

n1: biting wit 2a: a smart ass remark: slylying disparaging  comment 3:bastardization of "snide remark"

adj: Irascible, snappish

More known to the Brits, the epitome of American Snark, in my opinion, is Dorthy Parker. She of "guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses" and "It's a small flat, I've barely enough room to lay my hat and a few friends". Snark is the smart comeback, but with that edge that borders on someone saying to you, "What a bitch!". Which you know you like, you snarky devil you!
  So, here for your viewing pleasure, some of my favorite passages for  you to use in your daily life.

Snarky Sex

I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalog: "No good in a bed, but fine against a wall"
   -Eleanor Roosevelt-    

Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly
    -Mae West-

If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised.
  -Dorthy Parker-



Snarky Relationships

You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic, and then give in.

Every time I look at you, I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.
  -Oscar Levant-


Man: Your body is like a temple
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.


Snarky Remarks About Children

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
   -George Burns-

My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can't decide whether to ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.
  -Rita Rudner-

I can't believe that our of ten thousand sperm, you were the quickest.
  -Steven Pearl-


Being Snarky at Work

I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't care.

I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.

Some people see things that are ans ask "Why?". Some people dream of the things that never were and ask "Why not?". Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that shit.
  -George Carlin-

Snarking About the Economy and Money

If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.
  -Dorthy Parker-

A lawyer was reading out the will of a rich man to the people mentioned in the will:
 "To you, my loving wife Rose, who stood by me in rough times, as well as good, I leave you the house and $2 million"
  The lawyer continued, "To my daughter Jessica, who looked after me in sickness and kept the business going, I leave her the yacht, the business and $1 million."
  The lawyer concluded, "And to my cousin Dan, who hated me, argued with me and thought I would never mention him in my will: Well, you are wrong. Hi Dan!"


Snark and Politics, a Beautiful Combination

Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.
   -Mark Twain-

What do I think of Western civilization? I think that it would be a very good idea.
   -Mahatma Gandhi-

Don't be humble. You're not that great.
  -Golda Meir-


 The snark continues through the book, covering death, music, movies and literature.
  Let's hope our candidates pick up a copy and bring the snark to the next debate. If not now, then when?!

Happy October

AppleFest 2012

Apples of all kinds!

Happy AppleFest to all. Though the fest was a little light on the apples due to the drought, it was still a fun time. Apple doughnuts, apple taffy, apple wine, apple salad, apple cider, apple martinis, apple apples......

Locally made Pumpkin Wine and apple doughnut

 The best was sitting outside in the crisp fall air, leaves falling, bands playing while I sipped my giant glass of pumpkin wine and ate some freshly baked apple doughnuts. The only bad thing was that the bees seemed to want some of my apple goodness too!

And this little figgy stayed home....

Fall is in the air and there's nothing like cool weather to make you want to bake. Who wants to make cake in the summer in a hot kitchen when it's 100 outside? Really!
   This is always how my baking adventures start....At the store I find some yummy item and buy it, not know what to do with it. Then I have to hunt through all my cookbooks, or God forbid....google....to find something to do with my food item. Luckily, I didn't have to work all that hard this time.
   Yup, I bought figs....again...I can't help it, they are so good and only come out for a short time. I also had just returned from the library where I picked up a copy of John Besh's "My New Orleans". After drooling over all the seafood I noticed a whole section on figs! Huzzah! What goes better with an LSU Tiger's game than a fig cake?

Cane Syrup Fig Cake

2 Cups sugar
1 cup unsalted butter
1 cup milk
2 cups chopped fresh figs
Grated zest from a quarter of a lemon
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3 tablespoons Steen's Cane Syrup (or Golden Syrup)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 cups all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons baking powder
4 egg whites
Cooking Spray

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees. Spray a Bundt cake pan with cooking spray.

Put the sugar and butter into a large mixing bowl and beat with an electric mixer on medium high speed until light and fluffy, about 7 minutes.

Adding the butter and sugar

Add the milk, figs, lemon zest, cinnamon, cane sugar a vanilla and beat on moderate speed until everything is mixed together.

Everything but the figs in my favorite measuring cup from
The Museum of Useful Things

Sift together the flour, salt and baking powder into a large mixing bowl. Use a rubber spatula to fold the flour mixture into the sugar and butter mixture. Fold in by making figure eight motions with the spatula. Just fold in until everything is mixed together. 

In a clean mixing bowl beat the egg whites with clean beaters. Clean, and you want to make sure you separate your eggs in a separate container and transfer them into the mixing bowl one at a time. Beat the eggs on medium high speed until stiff peaks form (5 minutes). 

Carefully fold in one-third of the egg white mixture at a time. Do not over mix-you need the whites to be fluffy and airy in this cake! 

Folding in the egg whites

Pour the batter into the pan and bake until the cake is golden brown, 35-40 minutes.

Cooling the cake on a rack.

The cake is delicious and freezes quite well. The sugar settles in the crust giving it a crisp crunch and the figs add a nice tartness to the cake. It's great as a mid morning snack or a simple after dinner dessert.

Impressionism and Fashion

  It seems I just can't get away from the Impressionists. The Wall Street Journal recently reported that a new exhibit currently on show at the Musee d'Orsay in Paris will be making its' way to New York and Chicago next year.
   Featuring 74 paintings and 37 period costumes the exhibit seeks to show how the times were changing during the Belle Epoque period. Fashion during the end of the 19th century was rapidly changing from the rigid crinoline to a free flowing silhouette. The sewing machine was also readily available and couture fashion houses were starting to pop up.
   If you read my post about Sacre Bleau, you know that Paris was coming out of the Franco-Prussian war and the Impressionist's (and the new middle class) were starting to enjoy a life of leisure. Not to go off on a fashion tangent, but fashion and economy have always been tied together. Just look at the lipstick indicator or the hemline indicator. Hemlines always fall during bad times. I used to think this was a backwards was of approaching things, longer hemlines=more fabric=more money. But, the longer hemlines relate more to economic uncertainty and the need to be covered up and secure than a monetary value. The 1960's and 1980's had micro hemlines while the 1920's and the start of the economic downturn til now have seen longer hemlines. If you look at most of the collections from last week's Fashion Week-longer hemlines still rule.
   While a trip to Paris would be wonderful, I think I'll wait until the show comes to Chicago's Art Institute in June 2013. If you can pony up the money for a trip to Paris I would recommend it, most of the fashions' won't be coming over sees due to their fragility.
   I do hope their will be paintings from Berthe Morisot, Mary Cassat, Eva Gonzales and Marie Bracquemond. Especially Berthe Morisot. In Belinda Thompson's book "Impressionism: Origins, Practice and Reception", there is a wonderful passage about how Morisot was able to capture life in her paintings in a way that differed from her male counterparts.

Morisot's advantage over her male colleagues lay precisely in her experience of living in contemporary clothes. She knew the discomforts of corsets, the inconveniences of the crinoline and the restricting effect of tightly swathed skirts. She also understood the relative irrelevance of looking immaculate when sitting on the grass or playing with young children. Although the settings are similar, her pictures differ from the detail staged vignettes of fashion plates; rather, Morisot adapted ideas from the realm of fashion to the intimacy of the domestic interior. With a combination of careful observation and an ability to make rapid notations of effects with swift, long and nervous brush marks, she achieved the artless, unposed look she wanted. Where Alfred Steven's fashionable subjects somewhat resemble clothes horses, Morisot's women get on with their lives, often with the ribbons on their bonnets adrift. Instead of fanning themselves flirtily, or holding their parasols above their heads as Tissot's women do, they constantly discard such encumbrances.

For more information about the Chicago Exhibit, you can visit The Art Institute, if you are interested in the New York exhibit, head here to The Met.

A squirrel salt and pepper shaker....

I am always amazed when I go to antique/ flea/ craft/etc markets and see salt and pepper shakers. There is never just one set of shakers and they come in all shapes and sizes, most of them cringe worthy.

   Like this angry squirrel salt and pepper shaker. More disturbing is the fact that there were 5 of these guys on a table. Angry, angry squirrel giving disapproving looks as you reach for the salt....

Sacre Bleu-A book Review

      Well, this week was the time of my annual horrible sinus infection-lovely, I know. Now most people don't go pick up a book when they are horribly congested, have a runny nose and lymph nodes the size of baseballs. But, since the weather finally turned colder and I had two boxes of Vicks Vap-o-Rub Kleenex, I thought a book might be a good distraction from not being able to breather through my nose (or breathe in general). 
     Christopher Moore's latest book, "Sacre Bleu", could just have easily been called, "Why did van Gogh Shoot Himself in a Cornfield and then Walk to His Doctor", or, "Why most Impressionistic Painters Died From Syphilis", or even, "The Book that Might Ruin Art History for the Elite". In fact, the afterword in the book is a big apology about how art is now ruined for some people (hardly-I think most people new the Impressionists were bastards that drank and hung out at the Moulin Rogue a bit too much.). 
   "Sacre Bleu" is a book that does attempt to answer the question, "Why did Vincent van Gogh shoot himself in the middle of a cornfield and then walk a mile to a doctor's house for help?". Moore weaves together many famous faces and names; Edouard Manet, Claude Monet, Georges Seurat, Berthe Morisot, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, James Whistler-just to name a few. The author notes leaving out Edgar Degas because he was, "a miserable, unlikeable guy" and if he, "hadn't been such a jerk" he would have gotten a speaking part in the book.
   The book follows Toulouse-Lautrec and his friend Lucien Lessard (a purely fictional character) through Paris and the art salons to see if a mysterious color man and beautiful woman may be behind Vincent's death. What they find out, well, I will let you figure that out yourself. Let's just say that yes, a woman is involved. Women are, according to Lucien's mother, "wondrous, mysterious, magical creatures who should be treated not only with respect but with reverence and even awe". 
     Moore starts his book with a Prelude:
"This is a story about the color blue. It may ridge and weave, hide and deceive, take you down the paths of love and history and inspiration, but it's always bout blue. How do you know, when you think of blue-when you say blue-that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else? You cannot get a grip on blue. Blue is the sky, the sea, a god's eye, a devil's tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin's cloak, a monkey's ass. It's a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day. Blue is sly, slick. This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there's nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. True blue is a ruse, a rhyme; i's there, then it's not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color. Even blue is shallow. Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream. Blue is a simile. Blue is a woman."
   Personally, I loved the book-though having Lucien be a baker made me constantly crave coffee and a nice loaf of french bread. The book rides the fine line of art history; Moore did take a good portion of his research from actual letters from the Impressionists; and good old fashion fiction-there was never a Lucien Lessard. Jumping through the 1800's and going back to 38,000 B.C, the book puts forward that great notion of art and madness and where inspiration comes from. Could all great paintings have come from a single muse? Or at least all great paintings that contain blue? From that question we're left with another, "How the Hell did Picasso live so long after his Blue Period?".
   The book itself is beautiful. Heavy pages with a lovely blue font contain pictures of whatever artist's work is talked about-great if you don't happen to be an art history buff. 
    I would highly recommend this to art history buffs, teachers and art haters as well. Especially art haters, nothing like a whole lot of sex to get people into art, right? Just make sure you have the coffee brewing and a nice plate of French pastries on standby. 

Write to us!

Can I just say how much I love this dd?  With letter writing going the way of the dinosaur, it's nice to see a company asking for letters. Too bad that this ad is from the 1960's....

   Why do people feel the need to dismiss penmanship? You can't e-mail every form of communication, and I wouldn't want to. Texting, Messaging and E-mail is all to instant. You rarely get time to mull something over before you hit the send button and your thoughts are permanently sent out for all the world to see. 

   When you write a letter there's almost a ritual to it. You get out your paper (or stationary if you are lucky enough to find some), a pen, your address book and get started. Most people don't know how to write a proper letter of any kind. How sad is it that people break up over text now? God forbid someone messages you "regrets on ______ dying". 

   There's also something really nice about getting mail. Real Mail. Not bills, or charities looking for money or even mindless catalogues. When you open up the mail box and theres letters with postmarks from various places its thrilling. Someone took the time to write and tell you a story, or send a funny picture or an inspiring poem. It can be uplifting, especially when life is getting you down. When I lived across the country, the thing that really brightened up my day (my soul crushing 14 hour work day that started at 4:20 A.M. when the alarm blared at me) was a letter from my family. They always included some cut outs from the local paper so I would feel at home. You can't get that from a text message. 

Shoot It, Hook it n' Cook it, or what I found hiding at the Flea Market

I always make sure to keep an eye out for the strange and unusual when I go to any antique/ flea markets. I don't just collect one thing ('cause that's just silly). I collect hats, typewriter ribbon tins, buttons, aprons and cookbooks.
  I love vintage cookbooks, they give you a great insight into what was going on in a certain time period. World War going on, they will help you ration-even if that means adding Post Toasties to your B grade mashed meat and forming it into a steak (don't think you're really fooling hubby). Is is the 1960s? Well, hello Jell-o!
   This sweet cook book? Published in 1981 by a couple from Colorado Springs, CO. It's out of print, so keep your eyes open for copies.
  Showing that nothing ever changes, the inside cover reads, "With our inflation rate climbing perhaps some knowledge of how tasty this wild game and fish can be will relieve the family budget and encourage the total utilization of all game and fish taken from our forests and waters".
 The best part of this book? The clever illustrations that go with each recipe. Here's a sample for your viewing pleasure....

Love her eyelashes and magazine. 

Bundled Bunny would certainly help my veggie garden!

Dinner and a show!

"I shall ne-vah go hungry again!"

Look at her cute chastity belt!

A properly fitted corset does wonders for one's figure!

A pineapple tutu! 

The Class of 2016

   Every year since 1988 Beloit College has come out with "The Mindset List". The list is a look at the minds of the incoming college students. Often funny, sometimes sad, the list was originally meant to help teachers connect with their students.
   Among many things on the list,  the class of 2016 has never seen an actual airline ticket, they have always lived in cyberspace, they never listen to the car radio, exposed bra straps are a fashion statement, Kurt Cobain has always been dead, the Met has always translated their operas into English,  and "Twilight" means vampires, not Rod Serling.
   My additions are as followed:

The Soviet Union has always been dissolved.

They will question the Olympics when they talk about "East Germany" and "West Germany".

Yugoslavia has never been on a map.

There have never been maps, they prefer a GPS unit to direct them to their destination.

They prefer a car that has connectivity rather than good gas mileage.

Most of them can't read or write in cursive since schools are saying that computers make handwriting obsolete.

Chefs have always been rockstars and there has always been  Food Netowrk.

The 1980's are so "retro".

Texting has always been around.

They have never been tethered to a phone cord or computer cable.

They are more connected than ever, but have few actual friends.

Aunt Jenny and Paula Deen

    Seeing how I was way to engulfed in work to make any attempt at a Julia Child post (like cooking something really French and having a bottle of wine) here's some vintage cook book pages for your enjoyment. 

    Technology and the plethora of cooking shows are changing the cooking landscape. A few years ago the average person had no idea what molecular gastronomy was and they didn't care. Now there are many websites and kits that you can buy. Do we really want tapioca beef with a string bean foam? 

  Then on the other end of the spectrum you have Paula Deen and here obsession with butter...But Ms. Dean and her cooking don't even hold a candle to Spry's Aunt Jenny. Aunt Jenny helped many a housewife whip up cakes and cookies and fried goods. All in a day's work...she even had a recipe for deep fried mac and cheese. Take that Paula!

Aunt Jenny in all her glory.

And yet obesity wasn't an issue in the 1940's....stop blaming the food people!

Not only did Aunt Jenny help brides and feed the neighborhood,
she also helped out our serviceman overseas.

Notes from the Fair, Again

Another month, another antique fair. At least today it was pleasantly cool and overcast. Here's some highlights of what was offered...A note, I did not buy any of these things, instead I bought some rather loverly stationary sets because, you can't find them anymore...crazy!

Chicken Purse! I would have bought this for a friend is not for the $50 price tag. Made me chuckle...

Ba-gawk!

In the land of childhood tea time in Scary-land....I prefer my tea parties creepy, but this is a little much...

Ummmm......Yeah...

Am seriously confused by this one...

He actually pees....water that you put in him.....

Knit a really long yarn snake! Why?! Boredom!

Bowling for cute fuzzy bunnies....so sad....