We were fortunate enough to visit my high school friend, Becca, in Chicago. Becca, like my mother and sister, loves to bake. It's one of the things we have always shared- in high school and now, as we bake for our families. Anyhow, we were at Becca's on a big brownie day and she packed us two take-away containers of brownies. We love our sweets, but in moderation (sort of) and if you have read this far you know how many ice cream stops we have made so the brownies traveled with us for a while. We were in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska, really that's pretty much all of Nebraska, and I was watching the girls and Jim swim and enjoying a brownie. It was so good that I sent Becca a text to let her know. Her response, "It's practically being there myself!" That started the silliness (see photos below). We call it the Brownie Trail to represent the westward migration, just like the Oregon Trail, the Mormon Trail, the Cowboy Trail... You get the point. If Jim were one to put bumper stickers on his car, I would get him one that says "I brake for historical markers." There are A LOT of historical markers and many of them are for a trail. Ours tastes much better! Thanks, Becca!
We hope this brownie fame will mean there will be brownies for future Maule Family Adventures!!
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