Friday, April 3, 2009
What self respecting sculptor of critters hasn't had a frog in their fridge at one time or another?
Well, it's not a real frog. And it's actually more of a toad with its prominent parotid glands and all. No warts though. Oliver Cromwell would not have been impressed (the puritanical fun hater who outlawed parties and who insisted on his portrait being done 'warts and all').
My toad has no warts. Kind of a frog/toad hybrid.
Hybrids are all the rage these days!
But why is he in the fridge?
Nope, he's not made of chocolate.
But a very soft wax that tends to droop when it gets warm (it gets really sticky and awkward just from the heat of my fingers).
I'd started him a couple of years ago and just got the urge to finish it, so prior to taking it over to be molded I kept him where he'd stay nice and cool.
You can see he's been shamelessly raiding our butterfly crisper.
By the way, that stuff in the white pot will melt your guts. It's just nasty. Green chili #2 from the Horseman's Haven in Santa Fe. I'll stick to the regular version from now on, that's plenty hot enough.