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A revival & a Dessert

We have been having a revival this week at church. There aren't a lot of churches that still have them, but we do. This year we even fed everyone that came.

How great is that? I'm pretty sure if I wasn't planning on going I would have gone for a meal I didn't have to fix or clean-up! I haven't cooked since last Thursday night and I'm not cooking again until Sunday night! Life is good!

Well, I take that back. Tuesday night was potluck night at church. So, I made sweet potatoes, and the Pioneer Woman's Maple Cream Peach Crisp. Man, it smelled so good! When we got to church Daniel was carrying it in for me, and I guess his left hand still isn't very strong, and he lost his grip.

The Maple Cream Peach Crisp, that had real cream, maple syrup, cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar, peaches, and karo syrup in it, fell to the ground, upside down with the dish breaking on top of it.

Samuel, Daniel, David and I just stood there in silence looking at it. It had been a joint effort to make it. Everyone had helped with some part of putting it together. And there it was on the parking lot at church. It looked so pretty laying there, splattered on the ground.

Daniel began to cry. I asked him why. He said he was sorry he broke the dish. I told him I was sorry he dropped the dessert. I can replace the dish. The odds of me having cream, peaches, and enough maple syrup for that recipe at the same time again are slim to none!

We cleaned the mess up, so that by the time people started arriving there would be no evidence of Maple Cream Peach Crisp on the parking lot. Just a sad story to tell instead.

Don't you just hate it when things like that happen?

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Anonymous said…
DANIEL IS NOT A FAULT ! THE MEAN OLD LADY WHO MADE A KID WITH A LAME LIMB CARRY THE DISH IS THE CULPRIT !

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