Recently, some friends from church invited us to their house for dinner. It was a fairly impromptu event, so I didn’t have much time to whip up a homemade pie or something more involved than a pie. Like a tort. Or meringue. Or anything that sounds French.
I hope you’re paying attention so you can soak up this culinary genius, people.
I have a tried-and-true cake recipe that is always a crowd pleaser. I rarely take it to a dinner party or a potluck when I’m not asked for the recipe. So, today’s post is as much for my own self-interest as it is for your enjoyment. This way I can just point people to my blog for the recipe so it will increase my traffic and ultimately make me a sold-out, jaded mommy blogger who rakes in 75K a month while I blog from my yacht.
[That seems likely. Well, the jaded and sell-out part. Not so much the wealthy yacht owner.]
In case you’ve never made the mistake of telling a toddler that Christmas is coming soon, I’ll give you a quick lesson in cognitive development.
Toddlers have NO concept of time. None.
In fact, toddlers have no sense of any type of measurement. We made the mistake of telling JJ a few weeks ago that he has grown so much recently and that he’ll soon be taller than daddy.
“Soon,” we said . . . like a bunch of stinking amateurs.
Well, it’s that time of year again. The time when the weather FINALLY drops into the 70′s, and I get to sit in front of the fireplace and eat Chicken Tortilla Soup while I listen to Christmas music.
“It’s the moooooost wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiiiiime…of the yeaaaaaaaaar!”
I have zero patience. I want to go from Labor Day swimming pool closures to ice skating rinks. Except I hate to ice skate. So, scratch that.
I want to go from shopping for bathing suits…never mind.
Basically, I want to curl up on my sofa wearing my leg warmers while I eat a steaming bowl of Chicken Tortilla Soup and talk about my feelings over the faint sounds of Bing Crosby’s White Christmas on constant loop.
I’m basically every man’s worst nightmare.
Since we had a pretty traumatic Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year, I was excited to celebrate Easter Sunday with a newfound appreciation for the significance of the cross and the empty tomb. Lately, I have spent a great deal of time in the Word, and it has TRANSFORMED the way I view the events of the past several months…and even the past decade. I plan to share so much of this with you guys in the future. But, for now, I just want to say that God is good. Even when our circumstances are not.
(I thought she said this post was about fashion. I didn’t come here to get theologically flash mobbed.)