A friend is getting married in Denver on Saturday…and the thought only JUST occurred to me that maybe I should bake something for her bachelorette party the night before.
I have never used my Naughty Cakes book and, frankly, I can’t think of a better occasion to try it out for the first time…but, alas, I am a fondant novice…and, as much as I would LOVE to show up with a Greek God cake, for example, there’s the whole transportation issue. (Plus, I am only just realizing that this book is maybe better for bachelor parties. There are a lot more boob-themed cakes than anything else.)
And, so, long story short, I am kicking myself because I Googled “penis cookies” just for the heck of it and — whoa — the first hit from bachelorette.com is a set of penis cookie cutters for only $4.99! I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier! (Although, in all honesty, I’m not sure how I’d feel about owning a set of those bad boys forever and ever…having penises mixed in with my Christmas trees, ghosts and Statues of Liberty…)
A search for “penis cookies” *also* happens to pull up this entry…which I enjoyed primarily because she calls them “cockies” — and you have to admit that’s kind of clever.
I was also shocked to discover that there was an event at my alma mater while I was a student that included penis cookies. What’s more, “penis cookies” made it into the headline *and* the lede in the story in the Columbia Spectator. Who knew?
So…I mean, I guess I could make some sugar cookie dough easily enough and then try to shape my own you-know-whats. But I think that would make me feel kind of dirty. And, besides, I don’t really know anyone other than the bride. Do I really want to cement my reputation in Denver as the girl who baked penises?
On the *other* hand, I was thinking about someone like Martha Stewart. And if *she* was throwing a bachelorette party, she would totally do something clever. She asks you to do CRAZY stuff for every other holiday and celebration. Case in point: One of my all-time favorites is this Halloween invitation that asks you to send your guests “a plaster cast of your own index finger, nestled on a bed of preserved reindeer moss.” But, alas, Martha’s Weddings site does not provide much in the way of inspiration for bachelorette baking. (At least as far as I can tell…which suddenly makes me think of a whole new channel for her — “Martha After Dark” or some such — and this makes me laugh…)
So…I may just show up empty-handed on Friday. But! I’ll let this idea simmer…and the next time one of my friends gets married, watch out: I will be revisiting the bachelorette.com idea.