I love it when people take something healthy- say, a banana- toss it with bunch of sugar, nuts, butter, and chocolate, bake it off, and call it breakfast. I don’t know how or why I’m allowed to eat this first thing in the morning, all I know is that since it’s been designated “banana bread,” it means that I can toss my Kashi aside and enjoy this delicious treat first thing!
I’m a total sucker for my nieces and nephews (proudly so!). As an aunt, I understand that my job is involves (but is not limited to): boring people with stories, showing photos, marveling at their intelligence, and gushing over anything that any of them has drawn. Of course, part of my sucker-ness includes buying anything they’re selling.
The kids are all still pretty young (ranging in age from 4 through 8), so my oldest niece, Maddie, is the first to start in her retail career. I got the Phone Call the other day, with Maddie hocking 2011 Girl Scout Cookies. Obviously, I bought 4 boxes.
Certainly, I have a lot of affection for the nostalgic and slightly plastic taste of the GSC (I swear, Hoedowns are really covered in chocolate-colored saran). That being said, GSCs are not where I go for an authentic cookie experience. Brandon loves himself the mint and chocolate combo, and despite ordering enough Thin Mints to last us through a 2019, I decided to see what I could make happen, plastic-free, in my own kitchen.
There are people in the world who can do things; you know, things like skiing, or geometry. Others know how to sail or can tie fancy knots. I’ve even come across people who know how to parallel park!
Being me, not one of these activities are skills I can claim. As someone who is still scared of the ball (all that “keep your eye on the ball” stuff from PE in junior high still terrorizes me), there’s not a whole lot that I claim that I can “do.”
This is how we do it at my house…
Something to know about me (and probably it’s not surprising, being as I have a baking blog and all): I have a very particular, very focused and very powerful love of all things bready; if it’s floury and filled with carbohydrates, my will is weak.
Here’s another thing: it’s not my fault. I’m convinced that this love is hereditary, passed down by previous generations; I also believe this love is now being passed on to the generations after me. I say this with confidence, as I have proof.
Here’s my case: below you’ll see photo of two delicious children. The little girl is my niece, Ms. Thing, and the boy is her brother, Mr. Boo. This story is about Mr. Boo.
So, those of you who have moved to a new, unfamiliar city will understand this… I just got invited to a holiday party by a co-worker. This was very kind of my co-worker, because I know *no one* in Seattle. I consider myself to be a bit of a fake extrovert; as much as I love to be social, going to a party where I don’t know anyone makes me a feel a little anxious.
How to cope?! There’s only one way, of course: bring a fabulous dessert! Something homey, delicious, and crowd-pleasing (this means chocolatey, obviously). And, pack it in a bakery box. Somehow, the presence of a box makes everyone take you seriously (I don’t know why, but if you are in doubt, try it; you’ll see what I’m talking about).