Call me crazy

But I love the holidays mainly because it means that I get to bake.

Baking for late year birthdays, baking for Thanksgiving, Baking for Christmas.  Hell even baking for New Years because who doesn't like to scarf down some cake with their champagne while the ball drops.

Okay, maybe that one was kinda pushing it but still.  In my household alone between Spetember and February, there are three birthdays, two major holidays that require baking and a multitude of smaller holidays that are made better by baking.  Extend that to my family and friends and the birthday count goes up over ten I think.

Thathis is not limited to cakes and cookies either, I also bake breads and as a tradition when I make sugar cookie for my kids teachers I usually make a loaf of a winter themed bread.  Year before last I made butter pecan bread.  I don't actually know which bread I'm going to make this year.  I've been thinking of looking up a spice bread.

Yes, I am THAT mom.  The one that eventually, other moms realize it's not worth wasting time even providing baked good for a school bake sale.  When we lived in Dahlgren, the first year I was asked for cookies, I provided.  The following year I was asked for cookies and a cake after a couple of the moms liked the cupcakes their kids brought home from in class birthday parties.  The third year there, the list I was handed had brownies, cakes, (Yes that was plural)cupcakes, and brownies and just so you don't think they were totally using me, the list was accompanied by a voucher to the commissary to get the needed supplies.  The only thing I provided for free was my time and I was happy to do so but it didn't stop me from feeling just a little bit too full of myself.

Especially when one mother rather nastily said to me, "I was told not to bother baking for the bake sale this year because they asked you to do it all.  Apparently your baked crack cocaine is better than my pitiful ordinary cake."

Forgive her, she knew not how stupid she sounded.  She was an officers wife and they were the top of the pyramid at Dahlgren.  For a mere enlisted sailors wife to come up and be recognized for the stuff that they normally covered and covered well was unheard of and worthy of being squashed and swept under the rug.

I swear that very same woman probably had a party when I left my husband and put Dahlgren to my tail lights for good.

Whatever, back to the present.  I am doing the baking thing at church now.

Now DO NOT GET ME WRONG.  there are a multitude of women at my church that can easily put my baking skills to serious shame there.  In fact one of them makes a cake that my own mother waits for on a yearly basis.  So I didn't feel like I needed to put myself out there really.  I baked cupcakes and then I baked the cookie brownie and there were requesting me to make more.  So I gave them more.  I turned up to almost every even with a cake or two.  This year, for the Thanksgiving dinner, I'm sending three cakes.

I swear, places like church and it's functions are going to be the reason that I die a sugar filled, icing covered, buttery death.  They're going to find me laid out in the kitchen covered in what looks like cake or brownie mix and in the over will be a cake for you to serve at my wake.  Cause I'm kind like that.  How could I even think of dying without giving you a cake to serve at my wake.  Uh as if! LOL... but not really.  I'm actually certain that it's expected of me to have a couple cakes locked away in cryospace ready to thaw out to serve at my own funeral.

And there better be cake at my wake.

Better be.

I will haunt you all if there is no cake at my wake.

Just kidding.

But not really.

Just think about me haunting you over a cake.  Think about it.  You know I'll do it.

So, the next event I will bake for is the Christmas party at church, then Olivia's birthday, and then maybe a cake while we are away at Christmas.  Then if I go over Patty's for the new year, I will bake something.  Then my aunt's birthday at the end of January which is the same day as Kamri's birthday at work (Does anyone know how to make Olives into a cake?).  Then I might make Tammy a Red Velvet cake for Valentine's day since that's her favorite cake.  And I might make myself something so I have something to drown my sorrows about not having a man in.

And this is the season where my kids get to enjoy homemade breads in all their lunches because I buy flour like wheat is going to be an endangered species soon.

And soup.  I know it doesn't count as baking but the winter time is when I turn the crock pot on and seem to never actually turn it off.  I have four jars of chicken soup sitting in my fridge as we speak.  Amber requested soup for her birthday.  I made a lot.  My girls have already polished off one bottle.  One will go to Patty tomorrow when I go over for Girls time.  My girls will fight me for the others.  I'm pretty sure they will.

LAst year I canned it and set them in the garage but we got an influx of ants so all of the jars had to go.  Sad face.  There were some really good ones in there.

I should go.  The marble cake is probably finished baking now.  I've been occupying my time here in bloggerverse and listing to the oven cut on and off.  It's been awhile so I'm sure it's done.  I will ice them tomorrow.

Blog ya later guys!  Love you!!