Words to strike fear into the heart of even the bravest of Moms, alright perhaps only the domestically challenged brave Moms, or in this case, perhaps just me. Class cake sale at school – something I have gone through with my eldest and always managed to get away with buying cookies, or biscuits or putting popcorn into little bags. Not this time though, with big eyes my youngest looks at me and says those fateful words “you’ve never made me anything to take to school to sell for cake sale”. Naturally mom-guilt kicks in and I start to frantically think how I can make 33 somethings which takes the least amount of cooking/baking skills and still passes the ‘My Mommy made these’ proud tone.
They took us about an hour and a half to make, aren’t exactly the neatest or most creative cake sale goodies in the world, but T is very happy and you know, I’m kind of proud of them too.
  