It was the annual dessert auction fund raiser for the Scouts.
You know Dave is really good at this when I’m not the only laughing and going, wait, what did he say? as he rattles off in hyperspeak.
He noted that it was our first such night without Shirley and that she had always bid on every dessert, at least something, making everyone’s effort appreciated; and here we had (he presented it) someone had baked one of her favorite recipes in her memory and honor tonight.
Meantime, Donna was livestreaming the proceedings for another elderly member of our ward who in her 90’s had recently moved out of state to be with her children. She hadn’t wanted to miss out. Well, hey, they could do something about that, even if we couldn’t bring her dessert.
Richard and I had both been cornered by various people as we’d come in: You DID bring your chocolate torte, right?
Two! (Recipe here.)
They were waiting, Dave knew it, and he saved them to almost last.
T. had told me in no uncertain terms that one of those was going to be his, but his hand faltered and dropped at $150.
Meantime, others were making plans, and two families in cahoots nailed the second one. One of them proudly presented to me afterwards their toddler’s face completely smeared in ganache–she’d had a good time with her slice. (I didn’t think fast enough to go, Hey, Donna, Nettie would love this!)
$295 for the two of them. The mind boggles and it makes no sense to me, although, fundraiser, okay. And I should stop bragging. I know. Still, a new record, that’s for sure.
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