Sorry, Ganag. The Interwebs went down, so I took the opportunity to whomp up a batch of Toll House cookies for the carolers who are due this evening.
These aren’t as time-consuming as the pineapple cookies were, but they’re still going to do a job on my back before I’m done. Five dozen down, two to go. I think. Then I’ll bag them up while they’re still warm and put a little card with them to thank the teens for singing.
That and a small bottle of apple juice should help with the job. I don’t know how many people they will go see, but this ward is really spread out, so maybe they’re only going to seniors and widows.
I asked Mona to come over if she wanted to, but she didn’t really give an answer. “She’s a strange duck,” as my mother would have said!
That sounds wonderful, all around!