August 18, 2012
Which one is not like the other ones?
Do these look familiar?
Yep, these are the adorable little critter cutters that Callye over at The Sweet Adventures of SugarBelle shared with the entire cookie world a couple weeks ago and in doing so raised Toys R Us stock 50 points on the Dow Jones index when the hordes of cookie cutter obsessed went on a feeding frenzy.
As Callye explained in her post she was first introduced to these cookie cutters when her cookie friend Natalie, from Palestine Painted Cookie, gave her one and before you could whip up a batch of royal icing Callye had ordered 30 more of them in hopes of collecting the complete set. Now, this is the point in the story where I’d share my concern about Callye’s obsession with cookie cutters were it not for one ensie bensie little problem. . .
Natalie is also my friend. And yes, Natalie gave me one of the cutters too. A duck so cute that I neeeded the entire set of 12, and so it turns out that at the same time Callye was ordering 30 more of them, I was on my laptop ordering
::: crickets :::
40 more of them.
Please do not confuse my telling you that I ordered more of these than Sugarbelle as a sign of boasting but rather see it for what it is; a desperate cry for help. I knew I was weak when it came to collecting the cookie cutters I wanted but to know that I out obsessed the Sugarbelle?
I am afraid. Very, very afraid.
But seriously, aren’t they cute?
Don’t they reach into your heart and plead ever so sweetly, “You’re such a nice lady. We want to live at your house”?
One dozen sweet little bites of furry, squeaky, hip-pity-hoppity adorableness.
12 cute little critter cookies.
Yep, 12. The entire set. I’ve got them all.
Except, I don’t. But I did. In opening the 40 foil packages a couple weeks ago that each held one critter I ended up with three complete sets. Putting aside one set for myself I sent off the two sets to a couple friends. It was only last night when finishing up the cookies that I realized my complete set of cute critter cutters wasn’t. Complete I mean. Just ask me how many times I counted to eleven hoping that this time it would magically become twelve? On second thought, don’t ask. Suffice it to say I counted and recounted the cookies, the little toy animals and the cutters too many times to admit.
And so last night while you were sleeping (or decorating cookies) I was scrolling frantically through Callye’s post to uncover the identity of the missing critter cutter and as soon as I found it I ran my chubby little fingers over to Facebook to beg for the missing cutter from any of my friends who had an extra one. And someone did.
::: Cue “I’m the Happiest Girl in the Whole U.S.A.” :::
And what was the missing critter?
Can you guess?
Ooooooh, you’re good.
That’s right. The cat.
The problem was that I knew it would be a few days until my replacement cat cutter arrived in the mail and I really wanted to post these cookies today so I thought, “No problem. I’ll just get one of my two cats to pose with the cookies.” I mean, seriously. Food. Litter. Water. Brushing. They owe me.
So I asked them but they reacted as I thought they might. No sooner had I proposed the idea of a simple photo shot to them than they were both on the phone talking to their agents and big-name Hollywood attorneys. When the negotiations finally broke down, somewhere between Simba’s uncompromising demand for unlimited treats and Annie’s contractual stipulation for a per diem squeaky toy allowance, I decided to use a cookie stand-in instead.
So this will have to do until the missing critter cutter arrives.