I've gathered the ingredients on the countertop. They'll live there until I'm done.
The pans are washed and ready to go, on top of the towels I inherited from Nannie. The pot with the melting chocolate and butter was part of my mother's trousseau in 1950. That's 75 years of oatmeal and melted butter.
Just waiting for that chocolate.
I baked and packaged and wrote short notes to ten different sets of people who are in my life but live far far far oh just much too far away. Everyone will reach out to thank me, not only because it's protocol for remaining on The List, but because it's been too long since we last touched base.
It's time consuming and messy and dealing with the USPS website is a nightmare and it's just about the best thing I do all year long. Each box sparks a smile, a sigh, a wonderful warm hug around me heart. I know so many wonderful people. It's good to be reminded of that now and then.
Yours is the second wonderful "best story of the day" this morning. Thank you for sharing happiness and kindness. I know it's an effort, and I know it is much appreciated by those who receive those packages.
ReplyDeleteAre these the fabled brownies?! Bless you for still caring.
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