The Renaissance Woman

“Don’t Worry About It.”

I saw this pin and simply thought, “Ew. Those look pretty gross.”

And then, seeing the link, I thought this might warrant more investigation. Also I wanted to know if these were pre-cooking, or finished cookies. (Again, “EW”)

The link leads to a Christian Woman’s cooking blog and her entry for “Empty Tomb Cookies”. The blog post ins structured in a way to encourage making these cookies and using the steps/ingredients to explain the true meanings of Easter.

Of course, whenever anyone attempts to explain the true meaning of Easter – especially with sweets involved – I think of this.

I recommend reading the post, but here are some of my favorite parts:

“Have your children beat some pecans, and then tell them that they just beat metaphorical Jesus. Kids will love this so much, they will break spoons with the ferocity of their torture! Aren’t kids adorable?”

No- that’s her face when she realized she’s going to spend the whole day listening to torture porn when all she wants is some damn cookies.

Because salt is bitter. Not…you know…salty.

I can’t see anything confirming the hollowness in this picture, but I’ll take your word for it.

Bonus: Favorite Comments

Gotta get that brainwashing in as early as possible:

I totally want my kids to be “children off God”.

“Take, eat; this is my body.”

The best thing about Easter is the wealth of material for Eddie Izzard.

Easter in Hobbiton.

…and therefore, we shall decorate, hide, find, and then eat eggs. Yaaaaaaayyyyy! Zombie Jesus is SUPER FUN!

Mom is going to play the Easter Bunny this year. Dad needs a break:

And to give you a break from all those sweets – Cheetos!!

At least it’s better than the pervy uncle I’ve been warned about.

This look certainly achieves that.

I want to set this image as my cover, but it won’t let me if I use a link from Flickr to Pin it to the board.

So I’m posting it here and then I’ll pin it and hope I can assign it as my Fodder Board Cover.

I have a hard time taking moms complaining of being overworked seriously when they pin crap like this:

You have two time-saving options here.

1. Just buy Jolly Rancher lollipops in the first place.
2. Just give the kid the regular Jolly Rancher candy. Trust me, they’ll be just as excited.

Bonus: One comment from the blog post this links to is, “these are so cute and a perfect idea for all the hard candy my boys get at birthdays but I don’t let them eat”. What exactly is the point of doing this if you don’t let your kids eat this? To give them away? Again, why can’t you just give away the candy and stop torturing the poor kid?

Right. I’m sure the problem with the world is that people think too much.