In my 2 something or n'other years of blogging I have made several virtual friends. Bloggy friends, internet peeps, or whatever term you use, they are a type of friends. Real friends, even if you have not met face to face, it's a form of a relationship. They read your blog, you read their blog, you know their story and they know yours.
If you are like me, you might talk about your bloggy friends from time to time, either with your FIRL (friends in real life) or your spouse. Not like in an obsessed stalker kind of way, but in an occasional so and so is moving to ________, or so and so just started a ________, or so and so made/baked/tried/quilted/organized/repainted/found a___________, I wonder if I can do it too. If your spouse is anything like mine, he kind of rolls his eyes but he at least pretends to listen and tries to keep the stories and locales straight. Or maybe not. If you are like me, you hope to meet some (okay, maybe even ALL) of your bloggy friends in real life someday. Or maybe not.
Well, last week I had the chance to meet one. I did! I did!
In preparation for our meeting, I decided to try my hand at making what are known in some circles as blog brownies, otherwise known as mint brownies. I have read about these treats for years and this was the perfect reason to make them.
Oh. I bet you want to know just who I was making this particular batch of mint brownies for. Now that for at the end is glaring at me, taunting me. For whom I was baking the mint brownies just sounds so stuffy and all nose in the air. Eh, grammar, you tease.
Some of you might know Anne (her blog is private, sorry). She is hip, young, a marathon runner and recently ENGAGED. She also just moved from the DC area to Houston. Brave, brave girl, that's what she is. We exchanged a few emails and hammered out a time to get together for supper. Now if you don't already think I'm a weirdo for talking and thinking about my bloggy friends, this might seal the deal. I was kind of nervous to call her. I know. What on earth? But I did, and she was delightful. Then once we made plans I was kind of nervous to meet her. I know. What on earth? I hope this next confession doesn't push you right over the edge, but in an odd way I felt like I was going on a date. I know. What on earth? Like, what should I wear, what will we talk about, what will she think, what if...and so forth. I know. What. on. earth.
Guess what? We met (she is ADORABLE). We talked. We laughed. We talked some more. We ate Tex-Mex. We laughed. We talked some more. We ate a mint brownie. It was delightful.
What on earth was I worried about? Seriously.
Now, my head is hung in complete shame because you have surely noticed by now that I took pictures of the baking process and the mint brownies*, but NOT OF OUR ACTUAL NOT-A-DATE DATE.
I know. What on earth?
*This oversight is in no way a suggestion that mint brownies are more important than meeting fellow bloggers, especially Anne. I think we were so caught up in the talking and the eating, photo documentation slipped my mind. I know. What on earth? Sorry.
** Also, because obviously I can not talk enough about the mint brownies, I learned that these treats have the capability of knocking out Scott's highly tolerant sweet tooth. I know. What on earth? He declared them too sweet. I did not find that a problem at all. One more thing, mint brownies are, like revenge, best served cold.