They look like dicks! I'm serious!
If you are confused about what this crazy chic is talking about you may not have read the last line of part 1.
My mother, God bless her, loves light houses. She purchased this metal lighthouse cookie cutter. Immediately, after she showed me this lovely item, I broke into gales of laughter. My humor was met with a smirk and a sharp, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Maddy!"
I can only share a picture to really show you what I'm talking about. There's just no other way to describe what this cookie cutter will produce ... Aside from a tray of baked dicks, complete with balls.
See? Exhibit A:
My first conversation with my Wildman was about this very thing.
I was living in my friend's basement and the Wildman had spent the night in the spare room (I had no idea he was there).
I had been tasked to make biscuits that morning and I came across my mother's cookie cutter in my baking supplies. No one was awake and I grabbed the cutter and headed up to the kitchen to make the biscuits, hoping to share my silly cookie cutter with the first person I saw.
Out of absolutely no where... He was there when I turned around. I shrieked and grabbed my heart. He doubled over and started laughing, apologizing... But definitely way more amused that he had frightened me!
We discussed buttermilk biscuits and southern cooking, then I asked how he thought everyone would enjoy the biscuits if I cut them out with the cutter. More laughter. He saw and appreciated the humor immediately.
I didn't use the cutter on the biscuits because the sausage patties wouldn't fit right on dicks.
But those were some of my best biscuits.
