You should make them in the shape of six 18-inch claws.
See, I never think of these great ideas until after it's all said and done!
At that point, I'd be serving them with hot custard.
I'd have probably served them with rum, just to dull the pain of losing one's teeth biting into them.
According to my mother, I come from a fine tradition of such things. When she was younger, she baked a batch of biscuits that, in her own words, "were the prettiest things you ever did see". They weighed a little on the heavy side, though, and she said she tossed a biscuit against the wall to see if it would bounce and it went
right into the wall! She said there was a biscuit sized hole in the wall for week!
Her mother (who was an old fashioned country cook and in fact did live in the country) had once made a batch of muffins, and upon discovering how incredibly hard and rock solid they were, threw them out. Well, one night, she heard this loud crackling sound and thought someone was pelting their house with rocks. So my grandfather runs outside with his shotgun to see what it could be, and all she can hear is laughing. She comes outside and looks, and these old hound dogs had found the muffins and were crunching on them. My aunt called and said she could hear them at her house, which was in the next field over (about a hundred yards away).
