My MIL, that is.
She called yesterday to say that she had lost two pounds and needs to make them up. Did we have any homemade cookies to bring in? Well, no, we don't, because I'm not baking much right now; the last I baked was for the July 4th picnic at my sister's when I made those cookies. And besides, we are well into the 90s at this point and I really don't want to turn the oven on. She hinted that blueberry muffins would taste so good now.
What could I do? I told her that I'd make her some blueberry muffins.
Did I have the bread cookbook from Taste of Home? Well, yeah. Why? Well, there's a blueberry scone recipe in that book that is just delicious. It calls for lemon yogurt, though; did I have lemon yogurt on hand? Um, no. Well, I'll have to go to the store for some. Huh? Yes, the recipe calls for lemon yogurt; if I don't have any, I'll have to buy some. Um.....OK. And I need to make the glaze that goes over the scones, because the glaze is the best part.
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And that was all she wanted. Once I said that I'd bake the blasted scones, she said OK and she had to go. And hung up!
Rick was......peeved. And he was going to tell her that it's in the 90s and why in the name of all that's holy would I be turning the oven on to bake flipping scones when it's 90 degrees? I told him to let it go. The woman is 94 years old and she can't bake anymore. But then he told me that she had called him on Thursday night to see if we had any cookies in the freezer (we have six chocolate chunkers in the freezer, but Rick wasn't giving them up.Evidently, she thought I could talk him into giving up his cookies; she obviously doesn't know her son very well, if she thought that was going to happen). I suppose if making scones will make her happy, well, then I'm making scones. I'm doing them this morning, while it's still fairly coolish.
Boy, that woman can sell ice to Eskimos!
She called yesterday to say that she had lost two pounds and needs to make them up. Did we have any homemade cookies to bring in? Well, no, we don't, because I'm not baking much right now; the last I baked was for the July 4th picnic at my sister's when I made those cookies. And besides, we are well into the 90s at this point and I really don't want to turn the oven on. She hinted that blueberry muffins would taste so good now.
Did I have the bread cookbook from Taste of Home? Well, yeah. Why? Well, there's a blueberry scone recipe in that book that is just delicious. It calls for lemon yogurt, though; did I have lemon yogurt on hand? Um, no. Well, I'll have to go to the store for some. Huh? Yes, the recipe calls for lemon yogurt; if I don't have any, I'll have to buy some. Um.....OK. And I need to make the glaze that goes over the scones, because the glaze is the best part.
And that was all she wanted. Once I said that I'd bake the blasted scones, she said OK and she had to go. And hung up!
Rick was......peeved. And he was going to tell her that it's in the 90s and why in the name of all that's holy would I be turning the oven on to bake flipping scones when it's 90 degrees? I told him to let it go. The woman is 94 years old and she can't bake anymore. But then he told me that she had called him on Thursday night to see if we had any cookies in the freezer (we have six chocolate chunkers in the freezer, but Rick wasn't giving them up.Evidently, she thought I could talk him into giving up his cookies; she obviously doesn't know her son very well, if she thought that was going to happen). I suppose if making scones will make her happy, well, then I'm making scones. I'm doing them this morning, while it's still fairly coolish.
Boy, that woman can sell ice to Eskimos!