‘Tis the season for baking! I feel like my oven’s been on more often than it’s been off, the last few weeks, and this is because I love to torture myself with goodies I cannot eat. It appeals to the martyr in me, I guess. Yep. It’s all bake-o-rama, all the time up in here.
For one thing, it’s a good distraction. For another, the holidays are coming. And finally, there’s been some stuff to handle at school and you KNOW I don’t ever go to school without a basket of baked goods. It’s against my religion. Also, I figure we need all the help we can get.
So in a fit of whimsy—tongue firmly planted in my cheek (though I’m sure someone will come along any minute now to tell me what a horrible person I am for implying that everyone has time to bake)—I put together a handy guide for appropriate school meeting baking for you over at Alpha Mom. You have questions about muffins, and I have answers. (Or, you know, you don’t have any questions about muffins, but I’m going to pretend you do.)
Tangentially related: I’ve decided my mission to make the children fit for public consumption is coming along better than I’d dared to hope. I made… something casserole-ish… for dinner last night. It was various vegetables and I sprinkled cheese on top because cheese fixes everything, and the end result was weird. Rather than the chorus of YUCK and EW it probably deserved, I got “Well, it’s… fine” and “No, it’s good… but I don’t know that you want to put it into the rotation.” It’s almost like they’re civilized. And that was with made up foodstuffs that sort of looked like cat vomit. IMAGINE what a calculated and gooey treat can do!
I need to work this up for work gifting.
With regard to the ban on money/booze gifts…if you give the money to the bartender, and HE/SHE gives it to the teacher, it may be okay :) Because sometimes, only a dry martini can fix it.
This is brilliant!
I agree with all the logic in the baking guide, but since no one has yet criticized you for implying that we all have time to bake (and of course the answer to that is bring store-bought muffins; the thought would count for something), I will criticize instead by saying it is always wrong to use the words “diabetic” and “ecstasy” in the same sentence.
I feel like you took one for the team, there. Thanks. ;)
In our house, cheese hides a multitude of sins, as well as the occasional nutrish item.
love,
and thanks for the much-needed smiles.
Good advice. We’re clinging to the thin edge of sang froid up here in Rockport over you-know-who — baked goods sound very, very nice but someone else is going to have to make them!