A Dying Art
When Rick and I moved into our house two and a half years ago, I was naïve enough to think our neighbors would make a conscious effort to stop over and introduce themselves. And, I’m embarrassed to say, I actually expected at least one of them to bring over a cake or other baked good to welcome us to the neighborhood.
Let’s just say if I’d have held my breath for that one, you wouldn’t be reading this blog right now.
As a result of the less-than-Mayberry treatment we received, I swore to do better. I would be that good neighbor, not only introducing myself but treating our new neighbors to a delicious, made-from-scratch delight that would charm the pants off them and make them feel like part of the hood.
Alas, I have proven to be no better than my non-baked-good-bearing streetmates. But I still hold out hope that one day I will get around to it. I have about five houses to hit, but by God, I will make it there with one of my mom’s famous recipe crumb cakes in tow.
If you have a tried-and-true treat you like to welcome new neighbors with, please share it. I’m always open to new (and hopefully easy to prepare yet sure to dazzle) ideas.