Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I Am Very Exciting, Updated

Would you like to know what I did last night? Would ya? Huh, huh?



This.



Today, we celebrate Missy Hoohaw's birthday at preschool. It isn't her birthday, that is actually a few months away. But we decided as a group to assign random days at the end of the school year to the summer birthdays, so that they could share in the fun as well. And it was actually my idea, I think. Because I am stupid.

It just didn't seem fair that some of the kids wouldn't get a crown and wand. So today is Missy's day. Her crown and wand are made. Yesterday, I asked her what she wanted to hand out as a treat for her classmates and she said, "Blueberry pies!"

What?

I have no idea where she got this idea. It is very much one of those random things that children occasionally pull out of the ether. Maybe Little Bear or Caillou had blueberry pie today. And yes, those are mini blueberry turnovers. From scratch. It took me three batches of pie crust and one batch of pie filling to make about 45 turnovers. Mr. Clairol tested them for me (I had to twist his arm. Not.) His verdict? Horrible. So bad, I cannot possibly take them in and I should definitely keep them at home. Could he have another, please?

NO! They'll finish cooling and this morning, I'll package them up. I don't know how. I'm still playing with the idea of paper bags with stickers and ribbon. I am sick, people.

Candi: You have an evil mind. Andrea pointed out that the actual turnovers are smaller than they seem in the picture. She was so relieved to pull out a little 2 inch pastry with a scant teaspoon of filling. I wouldn't do that to the other moms. Okay, I would, but only on the last day of school when retaliation is impossible!

To all of you who said I was an awesome mom, I am still laughing (and so is Andrea). After going through my mother's pie crust boot camp, I am a pro at crust. It isn't that hard, really, but you have to acquire the skill. When I first met my friend Maddie, she was talking about buying a Sara Lee pie. I laughingly shared with her that I had never eaten store bought pie in my life (except an occasional slice at a restaurant). She was shocked. Then she had my mom's pie. She still hasn't forgiven mom for spoiling Sara Lee for her!

And making pies for preschool the night before? Not awesome, stupid. I will never do that again!

7 comments:

Candi said...

Too funny that she requested blueberry pies! I can't help but laugh at the mess the kids are going to be making with these things. Maybe your daughter is smarter than you think... LOL!!!

Goddess in Progress said...

Dude. DUDE. That's insane.

This coming from someone who has already made a white bean dip, key lime bars, and simple syrup for sangria before 9:30 in the morning, in preparation for tonight's twin club meeting at my house. :-)

I think it's the homemade pie crust that sent me over the edge. While I love baking, I just don't do my own pie crust.

Well Behaved Krissy said...

OMG you are SOOO CLEVER!!! Love this! Totally brilliant!

Andrea said...

That's awesomly fantastic!
Yay, not another set of cupcakes!

Crazy in Alabama said...

You are such a good mommy! If mine asked for blueberry pies they would probably have to settle for premade blueberry muffins! I want so badly to be domestic, but I just can't seem to pull it off. I just can't find the time.

Just wanted to stop over and say Hi! I am also the mommy of a wide age range. I have a 13 yo girl, 11 yo twin girls and a 5 month old girl.

Bubba's Sis said...

I am SO a do-it-the-night-before kinda girl! However, at my house they would not get made. We'd be high-tailing it over to the 24-hour WalMart to buy some Mrs. Baird's fried pies (do those even come in blueberry??).

You? Rock.

JUST A MOM said...

oh how lucky they are at our school you are NOT ALLOWED to take in home made goods.... they look great.

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