This evening, I’m baking desserts for a nonprofit event Friday night. Desserts for 200 people. I’ve made three batches of brownies, two of lemon bars and two batches of chocolate raspberry bars are in the oven. I’m almost done, and am finally sitting down to rest for the first time today.
Did I ever tell you than when the girl was a little girl, she called brownies simply, “browns?” As in, “Mommy, may I have a brown?” Sometimes we still call them that. I think it’s cute.
Anyway.
Friday night I will prepare pie crusts.
Saturday, I will shop for fruit (hoping for blackberries) and bake two pies (one, hopefully, blackberry silk pie and one of my MIL’s classic, chocolate town pie) for a potluck barbeque later that night.
Sunday, the girl wants treats for her final religion class of this school year.
This will be the most I’ve baked in a single weekend since Christmas.
Photos, and recipes — if you want ‘em — to come.
For now? I think I see a slightly imperfect brownie and a kinda squishy lemon bar that really shouldn’t go to guests. I shall rescue them, with a cold glass of milk on the side.
So not fair! I want some! BTW, my niece can’t wrap the word around brownie, so it comes out “mowny.” Once she wrapped her pudgy little hands around my face and said, “Aunt Randee, I think I need another mowny.” That’s what I love the best about baking and its goods…it always reminds you of people you love.
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