Pink- and white-iced, sugardot-pocked, Mother's circus animal cookies are one of my earliest memories. They were kept on a shelf in a metal cookie tin that only my mother opened. Occasionally. And then I would enjoy a few of the coveted animals before she put the tin away again. She loved them, too. She would bite into a lion or a hippo and close her eyes while she chewed. Then she'd chide me in mock horror for eating the animals' heads first. It seemed less violent to remove a leg or a torso before beheading them.
Why isn't there a word equivalent to 'beheading,' when stomachs are involved?
In honor of Mother's Day, here's a camel cookie nibbled into stomach shape.
Our mother is often the person who first tells us — and shows us — how to eat. How to fill our stomachs. How to think and feel about our bodies, weight, food, and appetite.
What if we celebrated using our stomachs the way we celebrate using our hearts and minds? What if we protected stomachs from harm as we would these vital organs?
Make mom proud...eat a cookie!
Why isn't there a word equivalent to 'beheading,' when stomachs are involved?
In honor of Mother's Day, here's a camel cookie nibbled into stomach shape.
Our mother is often the person who first tells us — and shows us — how to eat. How to fill our stomachs. How to think and feel about our bodies, weight, food, and appetite.
What if we celebrated using our stomachs the way we celebrate using our hearts and minds? What if we protected stomachs from harm as we would these vital organs?
Make mom proud...eat a cookie!
stomach #12 - digestive biscuit
materials: Mother's circus animal cookie, nibbled and Photoshopped gently.
photo: Marilyn Wann
materials: Mother's circus animal cookie, nibbled and Photoshopped gently.
photo: Marilyn Wann
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