In elementary school, I would hop from group to group, trying so desperately to latch onto a girl and coerce her into a friendship with me. I would invite her over to play Barbies or swim every chance I could, and I would pass her notes in class and split my Gushers with her. That is, until she probably thought I was a stalker-in-training and ditched me for someone cooler.. like the girl who claimed she knew Mary-Kate and Ashley (spoiler: she doesn’t. I know this now).
I had a lot of friend troubles as a kid because the groups I played with fought a ton over stupid crap like who-likes-who-more, and comparing everyone’s reading skill level. Or probably the weird fact that Lil Stalker Hayley resented one of her friends because her friend could afford the L’Oreal shampoo in the fish bottle and my mom wouldn’t buy it for me. Also on that note, when she did buy me the shampoo, I used it with high hopes that my hair would smell as magical as my friend’s did.. but it didn’t. My hair has like, the anti-scent. It never smells bad, but it never smells good. It just.. is. <and that is probably the most profound statement I’ll ever make about my hair.
Anywaaay, one day after some random fight about god-knows-what, my mom suggested I make new friends. Being a child, I didn’t really know what this entailed, so I did what any normal kid would have done: I began stalking random people on the playground until I found a potential friend.
She had red hair and freckles and I noticed she was two grades younger than me. She wore cute clothes and seemed kinda shy, always lurking around the monkey bars. And just like a predator chooses its prey, I had my victim.
The next day, I decided to lay on my creepiness. Instead of walking up to this girl, casually engage in conversation or begin playing with her, I did what I thought was the most normal thing a kid who needed friends could do: I wrote her a letter. A letter. It basically went something like this:
My mom says I need to make new friends and you seem really cool, so would you like to be my friend?
From, Hayley (the girl in the pink raincoat)
I walked my letter over, handed it to her, and raced back to a save spot where I could spy on her while she read it and inevitably realized that this friendship was kismet and we were bound to be BFFs. Instead, she walked back to me, handed me the letter and turned away. I opened it:
So basically, the moral of the story is this: if your kid is complaining that the kids at school are lame, don’t pressure them to make new friends. Friendships form organically and spontaneously .. they aren’t something that’s forced like a blind date or a letter from a strange girl spying on you from the basketball court. And while there is a great possibility you’ll remain besties with your childhood friend for as long as you both shall live, likely you’ll just grow up and watch them make hideous choices and you can be like, thank god I didn’t write that whack-job a letter!
That’s essentially what I did. Because, not to brag or anything, but Crystal is totally gross now. I should know–I Facebook stalked her. And no, I didn’t friend her.. those days are looooong over.
Anyway, it’s pie time and I feel like eating my feelings today, don’t you?
- 1 pan fudge brownies, baked and cooled
- 12 miniature pies (I used frozen raspberry ones that I thawed, but really, any flavor would work!)
- 1 pkg Candiquik
- 2 tsp raspberry gelatin
- If your pies are frozen, make sure you thaw them out. If they’re ready, let’s rock and roll!!
- Cut your brownies into about 1-2″ squares. Take a brownie square and gently press it into the heel of your hand to flatten it. Wrap the brownie around one of the pies, trying to cover the pie completely. If some of the pie peeks out, no big deal–just cover it as much as possible.
- Once all the bombs are made, pop them in the freezer for about an hour to firm up. Once firmed, melt your Candiquik according to package directions. Stir in the raspberry gelatin to combine.
- Dip each bomb into the chocolate mixture, coating completely and allowing excess to drip off. Place on a foil-lined baking sheet and top with a rinsed fresh raspberry. You could also top with a gummy raspberry if you have those on hand, too!
- Store leftovers airtight in the fridge or freezer
I loved the difference in flavor and texture these bombs had to offer. Between the chewy, fudgy brownie surrounding that flaky, crisp crust and the luscious, fresh berry center, these bombs were such a unique and decadent treat. I am SO excited to try this bomb recipe with different flavors of pies! I am dreaming of pecan, apple, and peach.. but really, the possibilities are limitless! Look for miniature pies in the bakery section of your local grocery store, or look in the frozen desserts section! I have found miniature pies/tarts both places in multiple flavors, so see what looks best once you’re there and go with it