Thursday, May 31, 2012
On Saturday, I'll be having a student recital for everyone I teach. Afterwards, there will be a reception. This means that I have a lot of baking to do, because I have about forty students. Yesterday I made my world-famous chocolate chip cookies - the ones I make at Christmas that my husband eats before Christmas, so that I have to make a new batch. Yeah, those. Of course he wanted to eat the whole batch. He complained loudly about his allotment of only two cookies. Today, I made brownies. About four neighborhood kids wandered into my house while I was making them. They must've smelled the scent of brownies wafting through the open window. I pulled them out of the oven and put them on a board to cool off. "Can we have some?" my daughter asked. "No," I said. "They're for the recital." One by one, the neighborhood kids came over to where the cooling brownies were. "Can we have some?" they asked. "No," I said again. Then my husband came into the room - Mister Sweet Tooth himself. "Are they ready yet?" "No." "How about now?" "No." "Now?" "No." Then he started with the chant: "Brownies!...brownies!... brownies!" All the kids joined in. The house was full of brownie chanters. "All right!" I shouted. "You can have a brownie!" "Yay!" I guess I had better go bake some more!