This is an unnecessarily long story.
I apologize in advance.
On Sunday, while visiting my mom with K, 4, and M, 18 months, I decided that they could handle an overnight with my Mom, Mimi, without me. We’d been at Mimi’s house for a few days and everyone seemed fairly settled and happy. And for the first time in nearly five years, I was neither nursing nor pregnant. For two or three weeks M has been quite happy being all done with nursing. I was a tiny bit sad about that milestone, and it came six months earlier with M than it did with K, but they’re different kids and… it was her time. Random personal information, I know. But we’re close. I feel like I can share that with you. (Adrianna, reading this, is probably nervous that I’m going to throw in a reference to breasts. Chill out, A, I’m not.)
So looking at them playing with Mimi, and knowing that I could make a two hour drive to attend a party at my brother’s house and be back the next afternoon without traumatizing anyone… I decided to go for it. My first night away from both kids.
I had decided to attend at the veeeery last minute, so all the party needed was some ice. Everything else was covered. While I picked that up, I decided to bring a party craft. Because in my world party crafts are always fun. Nevermind that I was the ONLY person at this party with children and. I thought about that likelihood, but decided to stock up anyway.
There are lots of versions of these turkeys out there, and I was planning to go with the standard candy corn variety. I figured if the party wasn’t craft-hospitable that the supplies would go home with me and K would love it the next day.
Gathering Double Stuff Oreos, Whoppers, mini Reese’s Cups and icing, I headed to grab the candy corn. I hate candy corn. I think it’s super gross. I like to look at it, I hate to eat it. But I’d use it in a craft, no big deal. Except… there was none. Just a big empty hook where the candy corn should be.
Sigh.
Cross words.
Looking around.
Seeing yummy things.
That would not work.
Except….
Goldfish.
Pizza ones are a deep orange. Baby ones are tiny and a lighter orange.
Winner!
So we did end up making them at the party. And with just two extra Whoppers we figured out that you can make a Chernobyl turkey (invented by a doctoral student who studies the effects of Chernobyl on wildlife!) or a Dolly Parton turkey. I’ll spare you those photos.
And the leftover supplies did come home with me so that K could both make and eat her turkeys.
And now I think in the future all of my edible turkey making endeavors will include Goldfish. Maybe the rainbow ones next time.
The end.
P.S. Construction particulars:
- 5 regular goldfish for feathers
- 4 baby goldfish for feathers
- 1 regular goldfish to slice the tail to make a beak
- 2 Double Stuff Ores
- 1 Whopper
- 1 Reese’s miniature
- Chocolate icing for glue, eyes, waddle
That was the cutest turkey idea I have ever seen!
I love it!
Too cute. If only I could get my hands on some Reeses. FYI: I also hate candy corn, with a passion. And I think rainbow goldfish taste gross. Stick with the cheesy variety.
That’s adorable. Happy Thanksgiving.
I think someone must have made a run on candy corn everywhere! I couldnt find any while I was making turkey cake pops by Bakerella.
adorable!! :o) I want to make some!
This is adorable!
oh my goodness, this is totally hilarious. Love it!
No candy corn to report in the Phoenix area either…. it’s a conspiracy! Guess I’ll stock up after Halloween next year. Love the goldfish solution… the sweet and salty style!