Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Vesuvian Bakery

DeNae's Salute to Fudge, Day 20:

The slothful home teacher arrived tonight, bearing cookies.  This is the guy who has lived three doors down for a decade, yet insists on calling your son 'Candace.'  Still, his visit is exciting, since -- like Santa -- he only shows up once a year.

Unfortunately, he sprung the whole 'goodies for my home teaching families' thing on his wife at the last minute, and to teach him a lesson in time management she presented him with cookies so burnt they look like they were chipped out of an oven in Pompeii.

Store the cookies with the barbecue equipment, in case next summer you run out of briquettes, and bust out the fudge.

Offer a little to your home teacher, just to be charitable. After all, the poor guy's sleeping on the porch tonight as it is.

3 comments:

Becca said...

Ha! Sunday afternoon an invitation appeared on my fridge for the 8-year-old primary class's Christmas party! At 4:00 on Tuesday! At my house!

Um, what?

All I have to bake is a couple of cheese pizzas. But along that Italian volcano theme...

Jillybean said...

We have awesome home teachers, they have visited every month since we moved in over 6 years ago.
They always bring us homemade caramels for Christmas :)
I have actually brought cookies at 9:00 p.m. on the last night of the month.....

Braden said...

So, will it get tiresome for me to keep writing "LOLOLOLOL"? Again, my friend, I feel sure you are a conspiracy from Big Keyboard interests to wear out the "L" and "O" keys on our keyboards so we have to continue to replace them. Top form here.