So, at some point years into this post I am going to give you the recipe for those sinful-looking black-bottom coconut bars that I found on the awesome Bake or Break blog. But for now, they are simply an excuse for me to go on for ages about the event that happened on the same day that I made these scrumptious cookies. And that would be the Junior Prom, wherein my little girl transformed before my very eyes into this:
I took one look at her when she came downstairs in her dress and melted into a puddle of pride and denial that she was all of the sudden old enough to actually look this beautiful and sophisticated. Even though in this picture I can still see bits and pieces of the sweet toddler she used to be, um, yesterday…
Her Southern daddy was beaming with pride, after he too recovered from the shock of seeing his baby in a red sequined strapless number.
Even the dog was overcome.
But definitely the most enchanted person on the premises was her adorable date.
His mama, who is one of my nearest and dearest friends, may be laughing on the outside….
But on the inside I know she was thinking the same thing I was thinking as they drove off into the evening leaving us standing on the driveway…
And so we ran inside and drowned our sorrows in the Pioneer Woman’s pasta carbonara and many, many black bottom coconut bars. So if you need some cheering up because your babies are all of the sudden holding somebody’s hand other than yours, here’s the recipe.
Black Bottom Coconut Bars, from Bake or Break