There are days were you are all sunshine and roses. And then there are days when every sentence ends with self-censoring and you have taken so many pills of ibprofen that you wonder if it’s healthy.
I’m just going to let you guess what day today is.
But instead of a lament, let me instead present, the blueberry crumb bar, otherwise known as “the dessert that will totally get me a spouse, maybe,”:
So this may not be the best picture of the beautiful photo of them. It may be because it’s a grainy photo, or because of the flash/lack of flash. or it could just be my horrific point-and-shoot camera. Can we tell I feel disdain for it?
But back to the beauty of these little beauties. So, it was March and I was going out of town. To be completely honest, I was running away from a lot of things: repeated fights with people, my dwindling bank account, the need to move, and my health throwing week long migraines at me. When a friend gave me the opportunity to escape the city for the weekend, you can bet that I did a little cheer, a dance, a squeal and then promptly had a panic attack (never should be said that I am a simple girl). I had just committed myself to go out of town with a coed group, and I really only knew one of the other seven well, and one other moderately well…pretty much, I have just committed to running away for a weekend with a group or almost strangers. Begin, panic attack.
The Thursday before we left, the world of my mother came to me in a dream sequence (actually, that is totally a lie). But I did kind of channel her, cause she always said that if I wanted people to like me I should bake for them, and you bet your socks that’s what I did (you can also bet I went overboard, which I did). On a Thursday night, in between cleaning, showering and a new episode of 30 Rock, I made margarita cookies, hamantaschen and blueberry bars. Those last ones were an impulse cause I had blueberries going bad, and oh what a tasty impulse it was. And friday morning, running on very little sleep, I packed up these gems (and enough goodies to add a second tote bag to my stack of bags) and was on my way to work, and then to the lovliness of Western Maryland. And oh, were they loved.
Needless to say, I became the bane of several waistlines, and one of my favorite comments of the weekend ensued on Saturday when after getting up from a nap I couldn’t find the hamantaschen container. When I finally vocalized this outloud, I’m pretty sure the response came, “the what?” folllowed by, “oh the jam cookies…we took them downstairs when we watched the movie.” Pretty much, they, like there blueberry crumb bar siblings, were enjoyed.
throwing cake 