This baking kick is getting out of control. I made a couple of loaves Wednesday night and decided that the only way to avoid eating them both by myself was to set one aside to take to Kellie’s house on Thursday. We were getting together for lunch, and she always cooks something and I always show up empty handed like a total leech and just sit at the table and watch her cook, then I eat and run and leave all the dishes.
It works well for me.
Anyway, I was all proud of myself to be taking her some bread (even though it was white bread and not all healthy or crunchy), and I walked in the door and I immediately spied these sweet rolls under the glass dome of her cake pedestal and I asked, “What bakery did you get these from?” and, of course, she MADE THEM and I felt inadequate over my little loaf of white bread, but I soldiered on and drowned those feelings of inadequacy with two bowls of her fideo (chicken noodle) soup.
And then, because she’s the Coffeegal, we had coffee from her mack daddy Keurig (Swiss Chocolate Almond for me, Pumpkin Spice for her) to accompany our dessert rolls (which were FANTASTIC), and we may or may not have added half a cup of French Vanilla creamer to our mugs and we retired to the living room where we put up our feet and talked about how much we wished we lived next door to each other just a little closer so we could do this every day more often.
After leaving Kel’s and hightailing it back home to pick up the boys from school, we made our way to Kmart because Travis has been obsessed with buying a Skarloey train and with the latest bounty that the Tooth Fairy left for him this week, he finally had enough cash saved to go a-purchasing. I decided while we were there to go ahead and knock out some Christmas presents for my niece and nephews, so I cut the boys loose in the toy section and told them to bring me what they thought their cousins would want.
No agonizing, no wondering if it was going to be the right thing. I bought it, and if it’s not right, I’ll blame the boys.
I did nix the 12 pack of lip gloss that they wanted to buy for my 8 year old niece. I want my sister-in-law to be on speaking terms with me in the new year, and something tells me that 12 glass tubes of sticky gloss rolling around in her car and in her house wasn’t going to cut it.
Besides, you know what they say about paybacks.
Have a nice day.