I have been a baking fool this weekend. Friday was another one of those days that would not end. I climbed into bed at 4:00 a.m. after a full night of baking at the kitchen, but was disappointed in my output. Even though I cranked out eight batches of tasty looking cookies and a platter of 50 minis for Alissa, I fell short of my goal. Brownies, breakfast cookies and my new experiment, Maple Bacon Chocolate Chip were the casualties. I am guilty of over ambitious goals that I just can't meet by myself.
My butt did not want to get out of bed when the alarm went off Saturday morning at 6:30. Two and a half hours is not near enough sleep for this hug giver. But the market was calling and Chris was coming to help in an hour. I grabbed a shower, threw on some clothes and tackled the loading of all my market gear. Mike normally has my car all loaded and ready to go, but he was in Indianapolis with the UF bowling team and I was on my own. Ryan finally got up to help, Chris arrived and we were on out way to the market.
With Ryan and Chris' help the tent went up and the booth came together. We had a great day at the market. Almost all the cookies were sold. Alissa picked up the platter for her mom and seemed genuinely delighted with the presentation. The star of the cookie offerings was the "Fat Mint Cookie" Cookie that Sarah and I had created the night before. I was a little worried that customers would be turned off by a cookie with "fat" in the name, but they didn't seem to mind a bit. The got the joke and loved the taste. Sarah was really proud and so was I.
At the end of the market day, I could barely lift a thing. My body was rebelling. It needed sleep and it needed it badly. I took a three hour cat nap before enjoying a wonderful dinner of chicken and polenta prepared by Ryan. I don't know what I am going to do when he leaves for a new job. I am spoiled rotten.
Sunday was a day of errands, another cookie delivery to B3 and of course...more baking. I almost forgot the cookie request from Anthony in Boston and the hug bags for Susan. Anthony requested five different types of cookies for his shipment. Susan requested three more types. Uuug, I can't make eight kinds again. I settled for the five Anthony requested and hoped Susan would by agreeable to his choices.
By my rambling, I am sure you can tell I am exhausted...but happy. Very, very happy...happy dance happy.
Many hugs,
Kathy
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