I was asked for the recipe

They are called p i z z a wheels.

She asked if I was going to bake anything and when I said "I don't know," she said "I know you don't bake." She said it like she has heard that excuse from everybody else. There are few things worse than having to bake for a bake sale and one of this is having to organize a bake sale.

"No. It's just that I have to work Thursday night and then you have to bring your stuff with you in on the train."

"Right, you do bake. You're good at it too."

"I'll try but I'm not going to promise."

She left seemly heavy hearted but not just because of me, so Friday morning I showed up with some stuff.


you roll stuff up inside a sheet of puff pastry.




and then you cut the roll into round





and then you bake them for about twenty minutes.





and then you bake mini blueberry muffins just in case your p i z z a wheels don't hit it off.


The muffins were from a box but I used half and half instead of milk and melted butter instead of vegetable oil. I did use eggs for the eggs, though.

Freaking bake sale.


The sale lasted only two hours; my stuff didn't sell out like it did last time but then neither did anybody else's. The leftovers where relocated to the lunch room and on your honor you were supposed to leave money.

I checked the lunch room two hours later hoping to buy some of my own things but they were gone. I heard over three hundred and fifty dollars was raised.