Chad, the girls and I went with some of our teens to Harold and Lisa Syer's lakehouse last week. A couple of the teens rode there with us. One of them, Ryan, brought a pan of brownies his mom had made. Once we got up to Lake Travis, we had trouble finding them. There was so much food there -- and so many kids -- I just figured they got devoured by someone. No big deal.
So four days later, on the way home, Chad found the brownies. They were under a seat in our Suburban. Chad tasted then and said they were still good. I confirmed his opinion. So...thanks for the brownies, Ryan's mom! We didn't mean to horde them.