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.
Now that I'm getting older and slowing down a little (LIES!) and not raging six nights a week like I once did, I can imagine eating bright green donuts shaped like sweet little bears without feeling queasy in the least. There was a time when even the hint of breakfast would send me wretching. I'm happy to be able to appreciate the cuteness and whimsy of green icing.