I didn’t get this posted last week so I am playing catch up.
There were a million reasons not to make these brownies. A sampling:
1) It was a holiday weekend.
2) It was a holiday weekend and I didn’t bake ahead.
3) I am in the middle of one of my busiest times of the year at work.
4) They are “white” chocolate brownies. The quotes are not accidental.
But then I was handed one very good reason to squeeze these in. My almost 97 yr old grandmother passed away that week. The same grandma who showered us with food. The one who made homemade mustard and introduced me to roll-ups with peanut butter and jelly (which I later learned were crepes to most people). The same woman who loved it when we realized we had both made the same cookie recipe from the newspaper one day. The grandma who knew (and honored) everyone’s likes and dislikes. Not everyone will leave a 1/5 of the brownie frosting plain for you and your equally nut averse cousin. My mother tried for years to make something out of something in the kitchen with mixed success. Sophie could make something out of nothing blindfolded with several yapping kids at her feet.
If there was anyone on this earth who inspired me to see my kitchen as a manifestation of my love, support, and friendship, it was her. So, how could I possibly skip?
These weren’t my favorite (see #4 above) and they were tricky to get right but I was able to share them with a few of my favorite people. Who am I to complain?
Because her death was neither unexpected or untimely, we “celebrated her life” with a family pool party. She would have loved it.