Okay. So once upon a time there was this blog called F-Words and let me just tell you…it was a fantastic food blog. Yeah…remember when I used to post recipes on here? I’m not sure what happened bake stand but it could have something to do with the bake stand fact that I haven’t been feeling too inspired since the bake stand lately. But either way, I felt inspired yesterday because I quit the bake stand and made these delicious little bars AND I remembered to take a picture because I’m not preoccupied by the bake stand.
I feel like I need to get something off my chest I hated doing the bake stand, but I just can’t think of what it was.
…and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no peanut butter cookies.
Oh, now I remember. I HATED DOING THE BAKE STAND! I’d do my day with the kids (I have three kids under four – it’s not exactly a walk in the park – unless we go for a walk in the park that day, then I suppose it is exactly a walk in the park, but you get what I’m driving at here), then I spent EVERY NIGHT alternating between baking and BEGGING for sleep. Then at the end of all that, I got to stand there, at the market, and watch all of my hard work melt in the sweltering heat, sweating like a fiend. Then the icing on the cake (pun intended) was that I ended up making a cool $30 profit every week. I know, it sounds spectacular, but it wasn’t.
I actually ended up going to a therapy session because of the stress of it all (combined with the financial horror that is my bank account), where my therapist said, “But you can bake in the day time can’t you?” And I was frankly, just too stunned to answer. I finally said, “A greater woman than myself could probably do it, but I’d end up putting a kid in the oven or making some other horrifying mistake.” I started going into this huge defensive rant, then realized, this woman has no idea what the f*@k goes on in my house so maybe I should I rethink this whole asking her to therapize my BRAIN thing?!?!?!
Anyway…I have another appointment in 2 weeks.
Back to the bars. Hey, that sounds like a movie or something.
Back to the Bars – The Lora Banks Story. A chilling tale of a mother gone mad, searching for meaning in life in the bottom of every whiskey sour she can find in this 3 bar town.
Okay for real, back to the bars.
