Well, ok, more like mild flirting and a little red wine. But some serious, hard core arts-n-crafts.

Since our friend Ann was in town this weekend, we threw her a Mardi Gras party. Yeah, ok, it was Saturday, but if the Pope can alter the calendar, why can't I? And what's a Mardi Gras party with out masks?


Since I am far too lazy to make my own dough, I started with a recipe that suggested using canned crescent rolls--you just unroll the can, and squish the dough together at the seams. This worked pretty well, but since the dough is specifically designed to come apart, the squishing wasn't so successful, and the filling leaked out a lot.

The filling was from a WeightWatcher's recipe: brown sugar, margarine, and raisins. (I omitted the suggested walnuts to keep from inadvertantly murdering skellington.) The icing was easy: powdered sugar, 1 Tbsp water, 1 Tbsp lemon juice. I cheated yet again and bought pre-colored sugar crystals to sprinkle on top--I figured, after that travesty with the bread dough, what's a little pre-colored sugar?

This frankenstinian concoction actually came out pretty good, but in case you're not counting, that's three, count 'em, three kinds of sugar. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy guests!

I couldn't find any baby Jesi to hide in the cake, so I settled for the next-worst-thing: Harry Potter. His head fell off as I was getting ready to tuck him into the cake, but I figured, hey, a headless Harry Potter? Even better! It was kitanzi who found Headless Harry, and got awarded the privilege of hosting next year's party. She said ok, but she'd need to borrow my house.

Aaron broke out the Playstation controllers for a rousing game of Gauntlet, and I fired up the glue guns for the wild, raucous arts-n-crafts part of the evening. I have some very creative friends. And by creative, I mean weird, and a little scary. And by weird, I mean really, really fantastic!

My pictures are here; siliconchef's pictures are here.