Death by chocolate

Because we are now officially tightwads, instead of buying smallish thoughtful Christmas gifts for the teachers in our kids classes, I now make fudge or some other high calorie unnecessary treat, which actually works out pretty well for us if not the recipient, since Will has two teachers and Laura has three. I used to buy Laura’s teachers gift cards to our local bookstores, but that starts to really add up, and I swear, with the afterschool program teachers, I always had a lingering suspicion that they never used them (although I hate we had to stop, because I know her classroom teachers liked them).

So during the after-Christmas sales last year I bought four lovely Martha Stewart fancy-pants stockings, and last night I made two batches of fudge and two dozen cupcakes for the party Laura’s afterschool class was having today. We had an ice delay this morning, so I got up early, iced the cupcakes, cut up the fudge, and packed it all up into snack bags, and voila, presents for not only the kids’ teachers, but practically everybody! I had really forgotten how much fudge a single batch is.

Laura brought home close to a dozen of the cupcakes, which Will has been begging to eat since we walked in the door. I let him have one little piece of fudge and told him he could have a cupcake after we eat dinner. Mysteriously, trails have appeared in the frosting of almost every single one of the cupcakes, as though someone had dragged his finger through the icing. Hm. At least they weren’t part of the presents, otherwise we might in fact have a case of death by chocolate.