It's that time of year again
It’s that time of year again. Bake sales for the cross country team. There are sixteen little loaves of streusel cake on the plate and there were another 8 in the oven. The house smells mouth wateringly delicious. Now I have to individually wrap each of them on a small paper plate. And hope that I can find a place to hide all of them so Terry doesn’t eat any of them tonight.
Tomorrow morning I’ll deliver them to the bake sale and each will be sold for one dollar. I think I’d buy one. If I want to taste one, I’ll have to buy one. I used three boxes of struesel mix and came out with exactly 24 little loaves. Not one extra for the baker to taste test. We’ll just assume they are as delicious as they smell.
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