Foiled

Here's a little story about butter tarts. Every Christmas, my siblings arrive at my door for dinner demanding to know - where are they? They being The Butter Tarts. I have hidden them, only to find them petrified later in July and there is nothing worse than a butter tart in the hand that is inedible. I'm having a big party tonight and made 20 doz tarts for dessert. So as to not have them disappear or be otherwise appropriated by my siblings, I wrapped the whole tower, reminiscent of the French wedding cake croquembouche in shrink wrap. I thought the little sign was humorous. We'll see what the sibs say.