Category Archives: Powder sugar

Mrs. Clauses and Her Elves

Here is a little video clip from the holidays in my home town. Neighbor gifts are important and Mrs. Clauses and her elves worked hard this year.

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Cinnamon Rolls, Cooking with Grandma Eunice

As a young girl there was always talk of the most delicious cinnamon rolls ever. Yet, never did I eat them. I had my moms and they were so good. She taught me how to make them. (I think she used the same recipe Grandma Terresa’s who would have taught my grandma Eunice. Still Grandma’s cinnamon rolls were always label legendarily the best, even by my mom.) I grew and thought that these cinnamon rolls would forever be something I only heard about and never tasted. But low, one summery day I successful tricked Grandma Eunice into teaching me how to make them. She was so kind to teach me by making them with me. This turned into being one of my most favorite days ever! I enjoyed so much her sharing her talent with me. We talked, like old friends while cooking them. We weeded like crazy landscapers, mainly Grandma, as the dough raised. She filled the entire back of a pick up. She is such a hard worker. We cleaned the green bedroom, that will make sense to those who have visited her. But I think Grandma will agree that one of the best parts of the evening would have been when Grandpa walked into the house and found out what we were up to. Oh the smile on his face! I have only seen him smile that big a handful of times. (One of which was after he startled me in the hallway of our hotel in Lofland. Different story, maybe some other time.) Anyways, I don’t know who was happiest about what we accomplished that day him, my dad, or me; it probably will never be determined. One of the best parts is I got most of it on film. Please join me for the first ever episode of Cooking with Grandma Eunice. And please stay tuned for the next recipe I trick out of her.

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Thanks for the model/actors

Stepping into the sand, it feels as soft as powder sugar. I closes my eyes to imagine the sound of waves because the rush of cars won’t do. I tell Geoff to picture the beach some where. We scoot our feet through the super smooth grains of sand as the model/actors stroll into the volleyball court. They are just boys I tell myself. Why would Weston hire actors to play volleyball with us? Is this his way to show his love and appreciation for Jen? I mean for old Jen, this would have been the best gift ever. Jen has changed though and Weston knows this, right? Looking at these boys are too good looking to be Weston and Geoff’s friends. They look like athletes, I think as the take their shirts off showing off their six packs, in the scorching sun, they must be professional volleyball players. I gladly take my seat in the shade as Jen, Weston, and Geoff took opposite side of them. That is when I found my theory about professional athletes was way wrong. When the score favored my friends as the models were melting. I decided that even my pathetic volleyball skills could help out in even this situation. I jumped into the court and actually helped their score. Perhaps, this is all really for me. I feel like I am actually an awesome volleyball player, I am making small talk with gorgeous sweaty men and I am in the most heavenly sand. If it isn’t for me then at least I’ll say it is here because no one can stop me. Thanks for the model/actors, Weston dear.

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