Note To Self

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

1. dkzodyDecember 4, 2025 at 8:56 AM

   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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   Linda ReederDecember 4, 2025 at 6:04 PM

   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.