I wonder what the acceptable behavior is for a school party. Obviously, this is my first go around on this train they call children and school. I know that they always accept donations of food for parties. They’d love to have your time but, seriously? I’d rather send Jen! I do not want to be in a room full of screaming, playing, rowdy and sugar-rushed children.
So, since I can’t bring myself to stuff myself into a room where I know it will not end well for anyone, what should I do? I decided to do what I do best:
bake. cook. make food. stuff the little darlings until they pass out.
Yeah. That I can do! And so, I set out (with Jen’s help) to add to the food craze I am sure they will have going on today at school. I wanted to do my part. I admit, last year, I didn’t care so much. I didn’t do as much as I should. Caiden was in Kindergarten and Brendan was in a part-time Preschool. With the shift in my responsibilities and desires for my life, this was something I could do to participate and enjoy at the same time.
Last night, I made enough Chex Mix to fill two quart-sized freezer bags. I forgot to get pictures of that one. Terribly sorry.
At the same time, Jen took all the Boston Baked Brown Bread out of the jars and wrapped it in Saran Wrap and then in aluminum foil. This way, I know that no one will get sick eating something I made in a jar. I took the jars of sausage and cheese and placed them in the freezer, as well. Another way of eliminating the risk of killing my family or friends. I had to repack the freezer in the kitchen to fit it all!
The aluminum foil packages are practically all brown bread. The grapes are frozen for later attempts at canning. They were on sale for 75 cents a pound at WalMart. Yes, I detest WalMart but they can’t screw up grapes.
Can they? Yeah. I’m not going to think about it, either.
On the bottom, you’ll see freezer bags full of smaller bags of stuff. Those are frozen eggs. I’ve got quite a few bags of4 eggs each and a several of 2 eggs apiece.
The top shelf is the sausage I canned. The white you see is the fat I included with it. The bottom is the cheese I was playing with and yes, those are bags of chocolate chips. White ones. I’m not stupid. I know what black chocolate does to a child and everything he can possibly get his grubby little fingers on when eating them. I’m going to use them in Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies. Just as soon as I find a good one.
I also got a bright idea – remember the bee? The bonnet? Yeah. Well, here we go again. I had no more cereal for Chex Mix but I had plenty of pretzels left over. So, I got a bee in my bonnet. I would cover them with colored candy. Red and Green for Christmas. Great idea. Right?
Another bright idea of mine: I have two tins of popcorn that we buy every Christmas. My boys fall in love with the tins and they want it – regardless of the amount of carbs they are bringing home that are inside of the tin can. And yes, I neglected to get a picture of the tin. The one you’re looking inside has The Avengers on it. The one beside it is a wintery snow scene. That’s my favorite. Well, with these two tubs, we had a lot of popcorn.
So….. I mixed the caramel popcorn with the white cheddar popcorn, threw in some peanuts I had left over from another day and mixed it up.
To sum up, we now have a Popcorn/Nut Mix, Chex Mix (with nuts) and about 30 green and 30 red candy covered pretzels. We placed it all in two metal baskets I have.
The basket still looks empty. We need something else. We decided to make another attempt at the Molasses Cookies in the morning and went to bed – well after midnight. With an alarm clock set at 6 a.m., I climbed into bed and spent some time sifting through my memory banks on anything else I could send to school until I finally passed out.
This morning, I started baking Molasses Cookies while Jen wrapped presents and the boys ate left over quiche.
After the first batch this morning, I gave up ever getting these cookies to “spread” and loaded as many cookies as I could on the tray to get them done before the babies left for school. I made them into little puff balls, knowing they would hold their shape rather well. I am going to have to spend a day figuring out why they won’t spread. This is just ridiculuous. With everything else I can make – including Boston Baked Brown Bread, damn it – there is no reason these things should be so stubborn. I’m going to have to ditch the recipe I found over at The Spiffy Cookie and find a different one. This is not a reflection on their recipe. I just can’t figure why it’s being so terribly difficult.
Wait. I tell ya what. I’ll use a few of my Christmas dollars and give a $10 gift certificate to any online store to the person who can solve this problem for me. I can’t afford much more than that but I do want to figure out the problem with this one recipe.
Moving on… we finished the cookies at 8:01 a.m. and sent the boys off to school laden down with presents and food to school. From what I hear tell, the babies were very proud of their mommy when they showed off all they had brought for the class party. To give the baskets some color, I threw our box of oranges into the mix. That means I have no oranges to play with canning but, o’well.
(there are two of the baskets on the right, you can only see one of them)
Maybe this cooking instead of helping out will work out! Of course, if I’m not careful, I’ll be asked to make stuff every time the class has a party.
At least I won’t have to deal with the
horrid, sugar-rushed little cuties if I bake. Right?
I’m thinking that is a good trade off! I can handle that.
Of course, in a true 1950s style, I should be part of the PTA and on hand to bake and help with the little
devils angels at any school function. I think that is one area I might fail at. Gladly!
Both of my babies were given money to purchase Christmas presents with. It was difficult to keep them on task in the dollar store – there are so many toys for a dollar apiece. It really isn’t fair to a child with limited money!
When we finally did get it together and get them going for this for people, my son (Brendan) found a perfect gift for his little Preschool girlfriend.
There was no prompting. He decided it all on his own. I think it is one of the best things I’ve ever seen – a 4 year old buying a little girl a princess crown. Yeah, he’s a goner. It’s over for him. I should start saving money for the marriage that’ll happen in about 13 years.
And with that, I think I’ll go pass out. Too much nibbling sugar while baking/putting foods together and not enough sleep.