What can I say? I not only take ’em where I can get ’em, but I like to memorialize them for those times when I can’t remember anyone saying something like this.
Sophia’s class has a round-robin snack schedule, where every kid is supposed to bring in something for snack time (so that the kids aren’t bouncing off the walls by lunch, I guess). Fruit, cookies, whatever. For Sophia’s turn, I made two lemon loaves from Dorie Greenspan’s Baking: From My Home To Yours.
The teacher told Darin (who walks Sophia in to school in the mornings) that if I’m opening a tea shop or a bed-and-breakfast, she’ll invest. She loves the stuff I make.
Not that I’m planning on doing any such thing. For one thing, currently I use other people’s recipes, and wouldn’t it be kind of cheating to open a bakery using someone else’s stuff? Also, it’s a lot of work that starts around 3am, and I’m just not a 3am kinda gal.
Still: good feeling inside.