Bless this family of mine for always accepting one of my childish quirks; I play with my food. Still. Though I do restrain myself for all but one yearly occasion, Christmas Eve. On this holy night my family sits around the table of dirty dishes forever, sipping wine and patting full tummies. This is when I get out my fork and knife and get to work creating the yearly snowman.Always based in mashed potatoes, he often sports a beef toupee, beef smile and green bean arms...with flecks of pepper rounding out the details.
The Christmas that Paige turned 2 the snowman was used as Christmas Day decoration near the all-important cookies. Paige was "helping" me in the kitchen for an actual minute, and when I turned around I saw that she had crawled up to the center of the table and was now grinning as she chomped away on something. Wondering which cookie had caught her eye I asked, "Whatcha eating Paige?" With crumbs spluttering, she let me know, "Potato." My eyes quickly darted to the only crumb of snowman left behind. OH MY GOD, THAT'S FROM LAST NIGHT! SPIT IT OUT! LET ME SEE YOUR MOUTH! HELP, HELP – I MAY HAVE POISONED HER!!!
She of course was perfectly fine, not to mention quite pleased with herself for causing so much commotion.
This past year the snowman was kept far out of the possible reach of curious toddlers. And yet, snowman did not go unscathed. No, no, this year he was firming up in the sub-zero garage when mom went out with some cardboard and without turning on the lights, put it all right on top of him. His beef toupee smooshed into his head a little bit, but otherwise the damage was minimal. Snowman is a sturdy work of art.
Gavin was so sweet to snowman... no squishing or attempts at eating
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The idea of you using your considerable artistic talents on a potato snowman is so perfect . . . the care you give to your work brings tears to my eyes - for so many reasons.
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