I mentioned brownies in my post on Sunday, February 5th. Home made. From scratch. Honest-to-goodness brownies, made with the assistance of my darling daughter. She read the recipe out to me, in steps, and I put things together. She was scary good on the reading.
This was the first time in over two years I have baked something, and my first attempt at a dessert item in perhaps ten years. I am delighted to report that, with the exception of a tendency to fragility, the brownies we made are excellent.
She tells me that when she grows up, she wants to be a cupcake maker and a veterinarian. I have no doubt that she could do very well at both endeavors. One can do far worse than be a cupcake-making caregiver to animals, and I'm going to support her in making that come true.