Obsession

We have a tiny obsession that grips this household.  It’s Star Wars.  Everything Star Wars.  We have lunch boxes, shirts, shoes.

Those are the shoes Sean currently wears.  He out grew his Darth Vadar shoes.  Evan still wears his Commander Rex shoes.

We have six light sabers and copies of the original trilogy movie posters.  We have an awesome table runner and party supplies.  Plus we have my favorite poster from Episode II.

I love this poster.

We have all the movies.  Except Return of the Jedi is MIA, but it has to be in the house somewhere.  We have the first two seasons of the cartoon series they did right before Revenge of the Sith as well as the last Clone Wars movie.  Somehow we missed buying the seasons of Clone Wars.  But that will be rectified in a little bit.  We even have a few video games.

The obsession has now leaked into food.  Sean has invented the Sith Lord Sandwich.  He eats it nearly every day.  It is a whole sandwich on wheat bread with just jelly.  Do not cut.  DO NOT CUT!  If you cut it, it’s no longer a Sith Lord Sandwich; and therefore, it is not worthy to be consumed.

But I decided to take it one step further.  With sandwich cutters and pancake molds. 

  and

Williams-Sonoma, people.

So I created this:

Mmmm, pancake

And this:

 

I learned I need a real griddle, because my frying pan wasn’t large enough.  And Yoda ran a little bit.

 

Anyone order a TIE Fighter?

I love these things.  The boys love them.  I’m the coolest mom ever.  Until I took it a step further.

 

I give you:

The Death Star Sandwich

Ingredients may vary.  Sean likes plain jelly, and Evan prefers plain peanut butter.  I cut it with one of those egg holders.  (I’m so technical.  That thing that keeps your egg in a circle so you can make a homemade Egg McMuffin.)  And then I took the back of a toaster press to push in the circle for the laser canon.  (See, technical.)  The boys are crazy about these sandwiches.

 

But I draw the line with these:

People, I don’t have the time or energy or talent to make these cookies.  What really sucks is Evan knows these cookie molds exist.  And he wants them for his birthday party.  Maybe I can distract him with more sandwiches and pancakes.