Iron Chef meets Mission Impossible, or Momma made you something "Special"

A little over a week ago, Big E had a bad day with his leg.  The girls rallied mightily and jumped into action (as opposed to the normal "What?" and "Why?" ladened reaction we normally get when routines suddenly change).

So when it came time for Tea Time, I thought a special treat was in order.   Of course I was in the midst of many a project, and had done no baking for some time.  

Cue the Mission Impossible music.
(The classic TV show, not the Tom Cruise "see I can be cool and macho" vehicle.)

A quick perusal of the fridge shows limited resources... 
But wait!  What is that in the back corner?  Oh, month old homemade frosting from Sweet G's birthday party... 
Of course what we need now is a Frosting Vehicle..
Graham crackers?  No.  Animal crackers? No.  Oh wait.. I've got it.

Enter the Saltine Frosting Sandwich.
(Did you  just shudder?)

The verdict?
Sweetheart G: Mom, you're the best! This tastes like kettle corn! 
Little e: Can I have another?
Big E: Wow!  That's actually good.

Ya.  Month old faux buttercream frosting and saltines.. that's how I roll.