I brought cookies to school today to celebrate my birthday with the kids I help on my weekly volunteer day. They are all teenagers, so of course they’re always hungry. Even so, they were very appreciative and repeatedly complimented me. The most frequent remarks were, “Thank you,” “Did you make these?” and “Did you work as a baker?”
It was fun to bake a variety of cookies like I used to do before our kids left home. While the kids were growing up, I baked about three batches of cookies every two weeks; now I make a half batch and it still lasts too long for Ted and me. I split these 14 dozen cookies three ways: some for school, some for Kari’s family, and some for Ted and me. At least for a few days, while Ted and I eat our share of the cookies, we can enjoy the variety of flavors like in the old days.
Left to right: carmel-filled bars with mini chocolate chips; brownies with raisins and nuts, topped with melted marshmallows and fudge frosting; TV squares (no reason for that name) with mini chocolate chips in a meringue topping.
The only thing I brought home was an empty (reusable) box. I think the cookies were a hit.