If I were to take Home Economics today, somewhere between attempting to sew an apron and making a Red Velvet Cake, things would get ugly. I would fail. I am sure of it.
If my bestest in the world Mother in Law reads this post, she will be so sad. She majored in Home Ec and to this day makes her degree proud. She make things from total scratch y'all. Like totally. Like when a recipe calls for a cup of milk... she goes out and milks a goat to get it.
I'm serious.
She milks goats, makes products from the milk, cooks and bakes things that I can't even pronounce, and sews whole outfits before the rooster even crows. So imagine my husband's dismay when said he needed a button resewn on his shirt and I asked which alterationist would he like me to call.
I'm just kidding. I told him which alterationist to use. I'm handy like that.
But yesterday I hit a serious home run when I stepped up to the plate... the bake sale plate that is! Oh yes indeed. Look at the shock on my daughters' faces:
They were so proud of their mama! Oh yes they were! Believe it or not, this was their actual expression.
I found something at the grocery store this week that saved me from the usual bake sale shame. Here it is... and no they are not paying me to advertise. I wish they would. I could do a seriously funny commercial for them on the befores and afters of my bake sale dilemmas.
I could be like Jared is to Subway. I am so seeing stars today. And now you will know why:
My kids did not have to slink to the Bake Sale Drop Off at school today. They were loud and proud that their mama, yes their mama, was all the rage at the bake sale. Can I get an Amen from the struggling bakers out there?
Because when a cupcake is baked in a star shaped container, topped with chocolate icing and sprinkled on top with something colorful... it doesn't matter what it tastes like!
And think of all the fun you could have for the 4th of July with these. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. And lest I get too proud may I please remind myself of the goat milking disaster of 1998 that is still a glaring part of my legacy. Oh I do make the TerKeurst name proud.
Anyhow, I thought maybe one or seven of you may be interested in my little star tins that can be a bake sale rage, so I'm planning to give away a box. Yes, that's right. I know your excitement can barely be contained. I'll announce the winner on Monday.
So, leave a comment below and I'll pick a random winner. And then you too can exclaim, "Oh My Stars!" and make your kids smile.
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