Bake Sale Smack Down

Every year at the Brush Oktoberfest, the St. Marys Church ladies have a huge bake sale booth.  The proceeds are used to purchase various statues and tablecloths and stuff (actually I don't know where the money goes)?  That doesn't stop me though from participating.  Each year a week before the event I scour through cookbooks and now Pinterest to find the best bake sale item, the one that will out shine all the others.  I'm really great at fixing chocolate chip cookies but the wow factor just isn't there, I always need to come up with something better.  Of course that is all just crap because what I really want to do is outshine my mother.   She is a brilliant cook and baker and actually should have owned a catering business so I have my work cut out for me every year.

This year I wasn't above sneaking in to her house when she was away to look for an ingredient list or a recipe book sitting out with yellow sticky note page markers.  I wanted to tap her phone but I found that to be cost prohibitive.  So with no prior knowledge of what she was baking I set about to make the greatest bake sale items of the year (or at least the ones that looked better than my Moms). 

The night before the sale, I had come up with some great ideas and they were looking pretty good so I decided to spend the evening taunting my own mother!  I sent her the picture text below.

"Butter brickle biscotti AND cherry walnut bread.  BAM"

Okay so no answer, at all.  I started to get nervous, I knew she was home in the kitchen and I hated not knowing what she was working on.  I thought I needed to come up with something even bigger, better.  So a couple hours later on that same evening I sent the following picture text to my mother.

 

 "Honey crisp apples with caramel cream cheese

dipping sauce.  BOOYAH".

 

Still no answer from my mother, I was starting to think maybe she had aspirated flour, or burned herself on the oven, or choked on a maraschino cherry.  When I finally heard from her.  I received the silent message below from my Mom.

 

 

Seriously?  Really?  I guess there's always next year!!