Today while I was doing laundry I was
talking , thinking about how cool it would be to be one of those people who are always prepared. You know who I mean. The person who just happens to have a fresh pecan pie when the unexpected, out-of-state visitors drop by for a chat. And then she invites them to stay for supper, and pulls out a frozen casserole that has been made ahead for such occasions. Then she runs to her garden and throws together a tossed salad, she whips out her fine china and Princess House goblets that are not in storage in the attic, but instead, ready for drinkage in the cupboards. Oh, and she even cuts little cherry tomatoes into roses that grace the individual salad plates. All those thoughts led me to think of this: Why don’t I keep whoopie pies in my freezer? Constantly!! Loud amen’s all around. Seriously, this is a win/win/win. Because:
1. I don’t like whoopie pies. Ok, technically I don’t hate them, but I don’t crave them at all. I won’t be raiding the freezer for a whoopie pie like a would for a chocolate chip cookie, or a brownie, or a chocolate mocha cheesecake or Hershey’s Bar or I think you get the picture.
2. When people, like say, Fergie, drops by, I would always have something on hand. No more saying things like “Well, I found some marshmallows wallowing about in the bottom of the drawer, oh also a Wheat-thin, I hope you enjoy that with your water”. Instead I’ll breeze into the living room with a platter full of whoopie pies and say saucily “Here, I have these on hand, they are an authentic Amish treat”.
3. People will be so impressed because everyone knows whoopie pies take forever to make. Let them think that. They never need to know that I just picked them up at Bird-in-Hand Bake Shop, because why in the world would I spend time making an” Authentic Amish treat” that I don’t even like?
4. I would just love to see Fergie with that goopey whoopie pie brown teeth that you get from eating Bird-in-Hand Bake Shop’s finest.
And those are my deepest thoughts as I was doing laundry. Pretty sad, huh?