So, I sent my Candy Hearts Day cards the other day.
Yeah, I’m a bit early, but with the dust daemons I’m not really sure when the stuff will arrive back in Cratersville so, I allow extra leeway.
I suppose I could ask for a proof of delivery from the dust daemons to confirm how long a delivery between the two Realms takes, but I have a feeling that the cookie quotient on my part would increase dramatically, which would result in way too much kitchen time for someone like me, especially since I haven’t perfected any happy little baking helpers yet. I’m notoriously inept in the realm of pots, pans and appliances.
On those occasions when I stop long enough from my daily creating to start an adventure in the kitchen, I’m more likely than not to have a creative idea sometime during the cooking process, which quickly turns into a creative detour as I reach for my Creation Book. Once this happens, I’m lucky to leave the hallowed place where the bland is transmuted into the delicious with any thing more substantial than a piece of toast smeared with peanut butter and grape jelly.
I was thinking about how utterly pathetic I was, chewing on my usual PB and J, when the dust daemons burst into my room in full storm mode before gathering themselves in a swirling mass on top of my desk. When their dust settled, I saw that the daemon horde had come to my rescue. No, they didn’t bring me my own personal chef though they had done the next best thing. One of the dust daemons broke away from his dusty comrades and handed me a note.
back away from
the peanut butter jar.
Bluesy, one of my closest friends from Cratersville, was well aware of my miserly ways when allotting myself time for the proper preparing of sustenance. She was also a domestic goddess when it came to hearth and home.
Thus, her response to my Candy Hearts Day card was a veritable fantasy of food with a decidedly heart-themed twist. There was a veggie loaf in the shape of a heart. There was a veggie and lentil soup in a rustic, heart-shaped bowl. There were heart-shaped plates filled with muffins and rolls and cheese. There was even a plate with some heart-shaped cookies decorated in a similar style to the heart design I had sent to her.
If I had known that my card would result in such a yummy return, I would have sent it sooner. Oh well, better late than never.
—Jellybean Reds, Creator of Little Creatures