I’m the best mom in the world.
Forget animal pancakes, I just cut the cheese in the shape of my child’s initial!
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Seriously, though, isn’t that brilliant? I don’t know why I’ve never thought of that before. (Although my Granny used to cut out my name in block letters from the peel of Christmas oranges. It was my favourite thing!) I just wish I could see Madeline’s expression when she finds her “M” sandwich tomorrow.
Where’d you get the cute sandwich container?
Mmmmmmmm. Cheese sandwich.
Will there not be another piece of bread on top of it? Will not this slight detail prevent her from seeing said initial in it’s intended form? Will she not then be required to see it in a far more altered state, in a far more cold & clinical place, at a later time than originally intended?
Nope. It’s an open-faced sandwich, Mr. Semantics.
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Sheer and utter awesome-ness đ
Jobina, it’s a Tupperware one.
Oh, and after all of that, Madeline apparently doesn’t like this kind of cheese (she’s used to marble), and it was all in pieces when she opened it.
Oh well… still a good idea, I guess.
Lauralea got a press that makes the sandwiches look like dinosaurs so now I’m the cool pastor at the ministerial lunch meetings.