A marshmallow, toothpicks, edible ink, a little candy and a hollow plastic Easter egg. Perfect! I'd much rather see a sweet little edible chick in an egg as opposed to the half dollars of my youth. I imagine I'd be able to get these without the accompanying WWII stories as well. Love you Uncle Ray, but a seven year old doesn't need to know about the South Pacific Theater.
The most uncomfortable throne ever, made into the least cake-like cake I've ever seen. In a way, it all comes together to be one of the coolest cakes I've seen in a while. And it makes me want to go home and read and drink tea because I'm only about 200 pages into "A Clash of Kings" and need some serious time with the Starks and Lannisters.