"Lemon squares."
Wrong.
"Blueberry pie."
Yeah right, more like silent auction.
"Whoopie pies."
Maybe.
"BROWNIES."
Most likely.
Almost every bake sale we contribute to gets a pan of brownies thrown together by your truly the night before. Ode (origami discipleship elitists) had a bake sale this week. Thursday night, Genet said to me "did you make anything for tomorrow to bring?" I went off on a tirade about "what exactly do you mean by that you know very well i haven't baked anything yet so what is it you're asking me you little urchin or are you just taunting me what is your point"...or something like that. So brownies it was.
I tried one immediately...they're heavenly.
Would i stoop to buy back my own brownies? Hm. Good question.
Salmonella! Brownie batter is intoxicating. If i kick the bucket then at least i'll die happy. |
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