Despite personally consuming an ocean's worth of candy corn last month, you'd think I'd have no problem finding any for the turkey cupcakes I was inadvertently signed-up to bring to Wavey's school today. Not so much.
I improvised with circus peanuts. Yep, I sliced and diced pillowy circus peanuts into little beaky triangles. Good times.
I was acutally kind of embarrassed to buy the circus peanuts, I'll admit. As if I was suddenly transformed into being 80 years old buying these orange old lady marshmallows.
Well, not that I'm wholly concerned with what the drugstore employee thinks of my late evening purchase of circus peanuts because Mother-of-the-Year forgot she had to bring in cupcakes in the first place and had a local meltdown when she couldn't find candy corn for beaks, but you get my drift.