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.
Nilla wafers are dangerous. I can probably polish off a box in one sitting if I'm not careful. How could someone resist snacking long enough to melt candy, dip the cookies, let them cool AND decorate them? Patience, man.