I love reminiscing! I was eating apples with peanut butter earlier and I randomly remembered something from my childhood. Give me about a paragraph to make the correlation to peanut butter before you give up and go read another blog.
When my sister and I were growing up, our Dad worked nights. He was, and still is, a baker. He would go to work about 8:00 or 9:00 o’clock and work until the wee hours of the morning. Every once in awhile, we would beg and beg to have a sleepover at the bakery. There was a little twin sized cot in the small room off of the bathroom and we would bring up our sleeping bags and pajamas. Our initial intention was to help our Dad bake, eat yummy baked goods, and absolutely, positively stay awake until Dad was ready to go home. This, I’m sad to say, never happened. At some point, whether due to exhaustion or a sugar coma, we always fell asleep before he was ready to leave.
One specific memory of our little bakery sleepovers was making homemade chocolate peanut butter cups (see, there’s the correlation!). We would put liners in a cupcake pan and melt chocolate chips into the bottom. Then we would scoop a little bit of peanut butter into the middle, and finally, smother the entire thing with more melted chocolate chips. Then, the whole concoction would sit in the freezer for a few hours to harden. In the meantime, I honestly can’t remember what we would do to pass the time. Hide-n-seek among 50 pound bags of flour? Or maybe we would squeeze ourselves into the little crawl space on the side of the huge, industrial sized oven?
I do remember that the homemade chocolate peanut butter cups were way too hard to eat straight out of the freezer, but we would just sit there and suck on them until they melted in our mouths. Imagine a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup the size of a jumbo muffin from Tim Horton’s. Sometimes we had to use a fork…
I always loved our little sleepovers at the bakery. Not so much because we got to eat sugary delights late at night or stay up past our bedtime, but because we got to enjoy that special time with our Dad. It was like our own special little “Take your daughter to work” day… or night.