When friends and I were walking around some markets here in Beijing, I stumbled upon this gem of a cookie cutter. I immediately snatched it up; as it gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling of home. No, my parents are not farmers, no, I have never raised pigs; but pigs and corn will always remind me of Iowa.
I have no idea when I am going to need to make pig-shaped cookies. But it's nice to know that I can, whenever I feel like it.
I have no idea when I am going to need to make pig-shaped cookies. But it's nice to know that I can, whenever I feel like it.
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