"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Today I wanted brownies, so I hunted for a good recipe. Better Homes and Gardens had photos across an entire page of different kinds of brownies. Charlotte saw them and wanted one immediately. "Cookie! Cookie!" she yelled. Isaiah said, "Why doesn't she know they're not called cookies?" I said I didn't know; she things everything chocolate and not in a wrapper is a cookie. They baked up delicious as promised, and then we had a family Sunday night treat of warm brownies and milk. Isaiah and Charlotte both had two before waddling off to bed, stuffed full of sugar.

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