Peeper’s been bugging me to make brownies for more than a week now. We decided to skip the farmers market today because of rain, and we’re missing our falafel and the brownie that she always gets for “breakfast” while we’re there, so I caved on the brownie baking, then we had the following conversation:
Me: Do you think that you, Mommy and I need a whole pan of brownies just for ourselves?”
Peeper: No (there might have been a ? at the end of that)
Me: Maybe we should share them. Who could we share them with?
(I was thinking maybe we’d send some to work with Shrike or ask her to drop some off to her Pappy on her way.)
Peeper: I know! We can donate them to somebody who doesn’t have enough food to eat!
So, I made a quick phone call to confirm that it was okay, we baked a double recipe, took out a few for ourselves, and packed up the rest to take to the homeless shelter.
While they were cooling, I posted about it on Facebook, to brag on my super-kind kid, and a friend commented that “So cool!! I didn’t know you could do that. I have a huge pan of cookie dough brownies to share if you want to swing by on your way!”
So, we took them an almost-double recipe of chocolate brownies with fudge icing, a big pan of cookie dough brownies, and almost five pounds of tomatoes from our garden.
But, let me tell you a bit about the friend who added the cookie dough brownies. She’s just the nicest person, has four kids, from second grade to four months, and in a couple of days she’ll have her next-to-last treatment of chemotherapy, for the breast cancer that was diagnosed while she was pregnant. She had a mastectomy at 30 weeks pregnant, was induced at 37 weeks, in order to start chemo sooner, delivered vaginally, then hemorrhaged and had an emergency hysterectomy. But, you know, no big deal, just baking some brownies and donating them to the homeless shelter.
It’s pretty hard to complain about much in my life, when I see things like that happening to people like her.