Dinner is served...

Daddy and Mommy celebrated their 15th wedding anniversary on the 3d (Miss Brenda, one of Daddy's employees, one of our "adopted Grandmas", came to babysit so they could have an afternoon together. She totally made Abbi's day by ordering pizza, heehee :)!). While Daddy and Mommy were out, they stopped at Hobby Lobby. They came back with several plaques for our walls, and, it seems, one other one that they don't plan on hanging up. It was this one...




They bought it for me. Yes, I have a habit of setting the smoke alarms off when making french fries. Especially when I'm making grilled cheese sandwiches to go with them. For one thing, our smoke alarms hate the smell of potatoes (no, really! We can open the oven after the potatoes have cooked for fifteen minutes. Now, all we're doing is stirring the fries... they still have a good 45 minutes to go! They are still next door to raw... and those alarms go off! It is so strange!). For another thing... I do have a habit of burning the grilled cheese sandwiches (you want a tip on how to "repair" burnt-black grilled cheese sandwiches? Often the outer part is the only part that is totally intolerable. I've found it works great to use a cheese grater to get the top layer grated off if you are out of time, LOL...).
They planned on giving it to me for my hope chest on my birthday. But after I made muffins the next morning and forgot ALL FOUR EGGS... And then was having problems with our wheat grinder... and forgot the timer... and had to wait for more pumpkin to defrost... and so many other little things that caused our breakfast to be eaten at about 11:45... (Three hours after I started...)... They thought it was too good a joke to keep any longer.
Haha! All in good fun... Although there is a bit of truth in it for some meals. I don't think anybody wants to come over for grilled cheese sandwiches and fries ;)!... or pumpkin muffins ;)...

Just a bit of my time in the kitchen on Saturday

I usually make the bread for our family right now. On Saturday, I got in the kitchen, ready to make light and fluffy, deep brown, hopefully perfect, bread. We were having company over the next day, and it had to at least be pleasantly edible.
Ha. That worked. Not. Anybody want a 6 pound brick of bread?
I forgot the yeast.
So, I had to make more. So, I mixed it up. Yeast? Check. Salt (which I almost forgot in the first batch)? Check. Milk (which I almost forgot in the second batch)? Check. That's all I usually forget, and it looked like I had everything else.
I set the timer, and left. Surely this time it was right.
I should have stayed and watched it knead a bit. After fifteen minutes, it looked like brown sugar.
I must have forgot the water. (That I thought I remembered putting in.) But that was the only thing that I didn't really remember pouring, so it had to be that.
So we put all three cups of water in. And more flour. Lots of it. Because it seems that I had put water in, just one instead of three cups.
At least this batch rose...
The last batch did taste fine, but Mommy and Daddy had sooooo much fun teasing me about the first batch (I'll admit, the jokes were kinda funny. Like the one about me "wanting to create an object lesson. After all, Jesus is both the "Bread of Life" and the "Rock of Refuge". That bread was certainly part rock...).
It is kind of funny... but it wasn't then!!!
And Tori had great fun laughing at me about something else in the kitchen that day, too.

"Yes, Tori, I want the steam cleaner insert to make millet for
breakfast tomorrow. Why do you look like this is unheard of?
We do it every week, remember? Yes, really, the STEAM...
Uh... ya... the pressure cooker insert. Sorry..."

Haha :)!...

Abbi's view on how God made us, heehee :)...

We have been studying some catechism questions (you can find them here) during our Bible time the past two weeks. We have been doing two a week (it is adorable to here Emmi answer the question "Who made you?"- "God made... Me!"... With that adorable smile... we've been asking her that question all day long just because it is so cute. And then following it up with the question "What else did God make?" which is answered with that same grin and "Eveysing!" :)).
Well, last Sunday we were starting our Bible time, and Daddy asked Abbi a new question. "Why did God make you?"
Abbi's answer: "Because he wanted to. And because he loved us. And he needed a hammer to do it! He just hammered us to make us!"
Heehee... ouch!