I know that I haven't updated my blog in forever, and I couldn't begin to catch up all that I didn't write about, so I'll just start fresh with a funny story from this weekend.
I was away for the weekend on our church's annual Women's Retreat - which was wonderful, by the way. The older they get, the easier it is to leave the girls home with Ryan for extended periods of time. They do their own hair (for better or worse), memorize the schedules, and help with mealtimes. In fact, I'm pretty sure that 11 year old Emma could run the show without help if she could drive. :)
In getting things ready for my absence, I picked up a roll of Pillsbury Cinnamon Buns for Emma to make a fun, simple breakfast Saturday morning. Thursday night, I called her out to the kitchen, reminded her how to work the oven, showed her where the round cake pan and cooking spray were, took the can out of the refrigerator and read the directions with her.
Yesterday, I noticed that there was a can of Pillsbury Cinnamon Buns in the fridge. Hmmm, she told me that she made them. Were they SO good that Ryan picked up another can for Sunday? I even looked at the picture she took of her tasty creation. I wasn't sure they looked like the canned variety. Hmmmm....
The suspense was killing me! I called Ryan - he had no idea how she made them, just that they were good. So, when she got home from school, I asked.
"Did you make the cinnamon rolls Saturday?"
"Yes."
"How did you make them?"
"What do you mean? Like you showed me."
"Really?"
"Yeah - I took the dough out of the freezer and followed the directions for Cinnamon Rolls on the bag."
Apparently, she wasn't paying any attention to me when I walked her through the completely simple instructions to make cinnamon rolls. She, instead, used frozen bread dough, thawed it using the microwave instructions, rolled it out, made a cinnamon mixture, rolled it up, sliced it, and baked it. IMPRESSIVE! I have quite a few friends who would never attempt such a complicated recipe.
I told her I was torn between being so proud of her culinary skills, and so mad that she didn't listen to A WORD I said when instructing her!
