Swedish Pancakes
Thursday, June 2, 2011
In which another day is spent at home…
The day was silver.
Hopefully this meant cooler temperatures than the 95 high and heat indices of 100 predicted for the following afternoon at the park.
The usual day-quotes of Puck…
“Mama, you know? Ten miles away, I used to have a phonebook!”
“Mama, Sun made me a special drink last summer. We could make it tonight. Wouldn’t that be a splendid idea?”
Into the afternoon and evening…
Salt water.
Writing. Tons of writing.
The interesting novelty of Pinterest.
Magic School Bus.
Researching publishers.
Quick IM with Carrie… side note of Rose intending early arrival at church on Saturday to polish the communion cups…
Swedish pancakes. The good kind rolled up with brushed butter, sugar, and cinnamon. Except there was no cinnamon, so Collette substituted with the always inevitable cardamom. The first time Collette had learned how to make them was at an elegant house with an arboretum in Whitmoor with two young girls of Swedish decent. Their mother taught them, plus Carrie, how to make the pancakes, cool, fill, roll, slice, and eat them. All for the Home School American Girl Dolls ‘Club’, and the same place where Carrie was featured in a newspaper for the second out of three times to date, in her fancy 1900’s hat…
Meanwhile…
OLeif returned from work in the old fuddy-duddy, transmission finally replaced for a pretty penny, or as Collette facetiously put it, thirty-eight times the cost of her engagement ring. Back to its former operation… hopefully…
They got to work wrapping up some last-minute items for the party the following afternoon.
And could you believe it, but 5:30 saw St. Louis in another Tornado Watch. Also in Plapot, Saskatchewan, Canada.
“Many young people in the US… have a hard time comprehending adoption into God’s family… They often ask why ‘some guy dying for our sins two thousand years ago’ matters today. ‘Sin’ has lost its meaning. If the concept of sin doesn’t make sense, then someone dying for our sins is even more confusing and considered downright ridiculous by many.” – Ravi Zacharias