One of the four big commandments of Purim thing is to give mishloach manot (or gifts of food) to friends. And since I have Significant Issues Which Have Yet to Be Adressed, it's important to me that our packages have a theme each year. Having recently moved to Iowa, it was necessary to take advantage of the whole "corn" thing. So I baked cupcakes, frosted them with yellow buttercream, and studded each one with many many little yellow, kernel-like candies. I sprinkled them with white sugar crystals (salt!) and topped the whole thing off with square of butter-yellow Laffy Taffy. After plunging a pair of corn-holders into either side of my creations, I stood back and admired my work. Now: to package them. Clever girl that I am, I had the kiddos put together our packaging weeks ago. I wanted something simple, recyclable and inexpensive, so I went with brown paper lunchbags. Classy, no? Adorned with a little ditty explaining our corny theme and gussied up with a curl of green ribbon, they'd do just swell, I figured.
Now would be a great time for me to confess that spatial perception has never been my strong suit. I'm perenially bruised from misjudging the exact location of walls and corners, and have a devil of a time making it in and out of the garage with my side mirrors intact. Needless to say, in spite of my assiduous preparation, the cupcakes did not so much fit into their designated bags. Which left me to dream up new packaging an hour before delivery. Suffice it to say that there was cling-wrap involved. The horror! There are a disturbing number of secrets in this world that the universe will never unlock for me. Cling-wrap is among them. It was not pretty. There was a significant amount of packing tape brought in to compensate for my substandard cling-wrap skill-set. And yet, the goods got delivered, poem and all.