Things Liz Missed

On Thursday, Landlady Chang and I gathered in Dwight's posh, spacious kitchen to cook for the new batch of BP summer staff. We were getting our good deed of the summer out of the way, and doing it early on, when the staff was still fresh and grateful. We've all served as BP counselors, all love the organization, and are all psyched that we are not out mowing lawns with teenagers all summer. I still remember every meal we had my summer (if you think I'm hungry now, imagine how hungry I was being on my feet 18 hours a day), and haven't had corn bread pudding as good as the one the Fosters made in 2004. I'm optimistic that my Thursday cinnamon rolls will likewise be remembered. From what I hear, they are legendary. The recipe came by way of Scotland, from Dave (who got it from a guy at Alpha Course?), who made wonderful things in that S. Clark Street flat. I don't make these often because they're so time consuming but the oohs and wows afterward are well worth it. And today, I received the ultimate compliment: Sarah -- who made a baked Alaska, Sarah of the pirate and Hannah Montana cakes-- asked me for the recipe. She's going to make it this weekend. That's like Mo Rivera asking to see how I throw the ball. Who am I to turn down a Hall of Famer?