I went all out this year.
It came to me on Succos. My son was playing with cars and trucks outside when he wailed,
“I dropped my mordechaicyle!” turning the soft ‘c’ into a glutteral ‘ch’.
And it hit me, right then – a motorcycle gang – or Mordechai-cycle gang! Kids will be bikers, handing out beer and gum cigarettes. And throw in cupcakes for a carb.
So with a good idea, too many Google searches, and an awesome Graphic Artist sister-in –law, my shalach manos was well….you tell me. (Actually the final pics aren’t so good because the cellophane was too glare-ee, so I broke it down to parts)
I think I’ve peaked though. It’s all downhill from here.