Christy and I finally had our garage sale this weekend. Or garage "sell", for those a bit red around the edges. Despite the weird weather, we had a pretty steady stream of people stop by. And we got many a dust catcher out of our houses, whoo!
I decided to try a mini bake sale along with the garage sale. I baked Homestyle Chocolate Chip Cookies (with walnuts) and Peanut "Better" Cookies (with chocolate drizzles), both from Vive le Vegan. I crowned Dreena's Homestyle Chocolate Chip Cookies as my favorites a long time ago, and that title still stands. This was my first time making the Peanut Betters, and I must say that those are mighty fine as well. And so easy to make!
I also baked Holly's awesome brownies, which Ken always loves. They are very soft and fudgy.
Not that many people were interested in the baked goods, though. I kept getting the, "oh, I'm trying to watch it" line, along with several self pats to the tummy area. A few people went for it, so that was good.
But perhaps I should lay off the baking. I have a good one for you, true story:
Since we recently got back on a health insurance plan, I made an appointment to have my arm looked at, as I've had some long term pain. Turns out it's tendonitis from using the computer all damn day. But anyway. This morning I go to my appointment, and there's a nurse who checks the usual vitals. I hop on the weight scale, do the blood pressure, etc. and we go into the little room where she proceeds to enter her findings into the computer. At one point she exclaims, "Wow, you have gained quite a bit of weight since you came here last." "Uhh... Yes I have." I told her. She goes on, "Your file popped up with a message about it, that's how much of a change it is!" My response was, "Yes, I am well aware that I have gained weight."
......Who says something like that?! I mean, really? Yes, I've gained 20 pounds since my last appointment one year ago. I was there about my arm. Geez. Piss off, lady. And for the record, you put the elbow band on me incorrectly. Next time pay less attention to my ass, and more attention to your job.
Okay, I feel better now.
Changing gears, here's Moe not getting a piece of a pretty cupcake that I did not bake.