Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.
My grandmother used to make excellent shortbread. She'd melt the butter and sugar together using the heat of her bare hands, massaging it between her fingers until it all melded together uniformly. They were so buttery and tender and delicious. They would have been perfectly worthy of becoming little Totoros.
I love a good culinary "gotcha" every now and again. This one is especially well executed with the matching saucer and the doily and the little floating marshmallows. I know I'd be fooled and delighted!