I've always been a little creeped out by white rabbits with red eyes. I'd obviously have to eat their scary eyes first just to get the traumatic part out of the way. shudder Now that that's over, I'm just really glad this isn't a Peep. Those things are nasty.
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!
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.