I know a lot of people like frogs. Heck, even I think the bright green fella who hangs out on my front door is adorable. (Until he starts jumping in my direction, of course. Then he turns into a slimy hell beast who leaves me no choice but to climb shrieking onto John's shoulders to escape the "hop zone.")
Still, I don't really get the whole frog cake thing. Other than my front door buddy, the only other close encounter I've had with a frog was in 7th grade biology, and that one smelled anything but appetizing.
You could argue, and rightly so, that cakes in the shapes of animals are nothing new, so why am I picking on frog cakes?
Well, geez, man, just look at this thing:
(In his defense, those are some serious toe issues. Ouch.)
How's this for a scrumptious specimen?
At least this guy looks happy:
And maybe some Visine, since her eyeballs appear to be on fire.
Also for Valentine's, here's a princely gem:that cutter for frogs is, frankly, quite a leap.
Alden M., Casie G., Sharon P., Lauren M., Vanessa H., & Lynelle R., you think it's cold in that display case? Just wondering.
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