Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Note To Self

 These are the comments left on last week's post about The Brownie List.

  1. 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.

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  2. Are these the fabled brownies?! Bless you for still caring


They arrived just in time.  Here's why:

I love to bake and package and ship and receive the love which comes with The Brownie List.  I don't like chocolate.  I don't eat them (possibly weird but that's never bothered me). Thus, I never know if they taste good (grammatically doubtful).  Acting as my Official Taste Tester is a major reason TBG is in my life.

Today, I decided to get ahead of my usual three pans per day.  By the time I was done, there were nine 8x8 baking pans of all descriptions littering (purposefully chosen verb) my counter.  I was busy slicing and wrapping and listening to Paderewski concerti through my hearing aids when TBG walked through the kitchen and grabbed a brownie.

One bite and his face told the whole, sad, disappointing, embarrassing, wasteful story.  For some reason, they were dry and not gooey (my specialty); they were cakey; had very few nuts; and they offered not a hint of special sauce.

In other words, they were fine as far as brownies go, but they were not Brownie List brownies.  My people know what to expect and I will not disappoint them. 

They will be repurposed tomorrow.  I moaned to myself as I unpackaged and untied and removed sub-par but still tasty.  TBG saw my face:  Some people like them this way. Don't worry. They bring you such joy I hate to see you put in the work and not get the result you deserve (another reason he's in my life).

And as I relaxed my shoulders into his words I started to laugh at myself.  I remembered why I have never been able to determine how many eggs and sticks of butter and boxes of chocolate I will need next year.  I always have that as my intention, and I always wonder why I didn't do it last year, and I began to remember year after year of remembering the answer.

Hence, this Note to Self:  
Dear Self, 
Every year you try this stunt.  The results have never and will never be pretty.  Stick to the plan - 3 pans per day.  You know I'm right. 
Love, Self.
I'm printing it out and putting it in with next year's brownie supplies.  We'll see if it makes a difference.

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