I was desperately searching / half trying to remember exactly where I saw said " sandwich maker just three short days before". When I originally saw it in the store I marveled at how adorable it was but it
was something I didn't need at that time. Fast forward to three days later when I decided that the ice cream maker was so charming and imagined all the ninos in my daughters school running around the
grass in the hot summer sun with one of my creamy sweet ice cream sandwiches, a trail of party cake ice cream dripping down their elbows and them overjoyed that Jaelyn had " such a cool mom that
she not only made mouthwatering but such suitable treats for the pre-summer climate. Ha ha! Of course in my mind's eye every chica and chico in my daughter's class absolutely adore my treats
and to thank her for having such a solid mom they surround her in a circle and hold her in the air and sing " for she's a jolly good fellow"! Okay so that never happens......well if it did she never told me,
but she does say that the ninos are always very happy to find out I will be bestowing a little sweetness on their class. So I'm saying all this because after a day of searching for everything needed to make
waffle ice cream sandwich goodness, as I am coming through the door my daughter hands me a note. The note says "that the event dessert table is already full, and if I would like to bring something for
the end of the year that would be great" Huh? Okay kind of random but I never did find the waffle ice cream sandwich maker, looked it up online and realized that it wasn't actually an electric
appliance that I saw, rather a cookie sheet with waffle shaped indentations for cake. So I guess my waffle dreams weren't meant to be and I was actually kind of relieved at the same time because I
was exhausted from a long day at work and waffle maker hunting. I went to bed that night very peaceful and actually slept like a baby.......The next morning however was a whole other thing, It was
the baking fairy had subconsciously brainwashed me in my blissful sleep and I awoke with nothing but thoughts of dread because I had nothing to bring to my daughter's BBQ! How could I go empty
handed?! What if I got there walked past the dessert table and saw a gaping empty whole where one
irresponsible mom had promised her sweet faced chica that she would bring something but showed up with nothing. Then that would be the space where my wafflewich's ( waffle sandwich) could have
gone. With those thoughts racing through my mind I calculated the hours that I had to rapidamente concoct a BBQ worthy dessert, and after 20 agonizing minutes I remembered seeing these cute little
hot dogs somewhere before and decided that they would be a perfect and a quick treat to bring to the BBQ. Just what I needed to set my panic at ease.
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