Since its getting closer to Christmas, I have been thinking about the website (AdventConspiracy.org) I read about last year. Its basically about how Christmas celebrations have gotten pretty skewed over the years. We should be celebrating the life of Jesus and the amazing story of how God was born into squalor and genocide to rescue his lost loves. I like the ideas they have there about celebrating differently...
Our small group is reading Jesus For President so I skipped ahead to the part about holidays and was re-reading... The thing about it that gets me thinking is, we give presents because the Magi gave presents to Jesus. So, of course we want to give our loved ones gifts. As a church, we generally look beyond ourselves and give to an Angel Tree kid, or take the inner-city kids to North Boulevard for their huge giveaway. We find a way to extend the love to others. That's what we should do, right??
After I read about the water crisis going on in most of the world, and how little (relatively) money it would take to fix it, I wasn't so sure. Most of the world drinks dirty water, and wastes huge amounts of time to get it. David says his team in Tanzania walked with one of the girls carrying water one day and they were exhausted at the end! And women do most of the work to bring water to their homes. A lot of that water isn't even clean. According to the research on the website, millions are sick, dying, and unable to go to school- all because they lack clean water. And its there in the ground!
I know giving presents to a kid whose father is in jail is noble. I know it is kind and good hearted. But I, personally, think I will be sick if I buy a kid another X-Box game, when I could provide water for 4 kids for LIFE with the same money. While I don't want to discourage people from doing programs like the Angel Tree, I feel like God's people need to step it up, here! If we could provide water to these millions of kids, we would make their health, education, and therefore, life so much better! Honestly, I don't think buying Tickle Me Elmo for a little girl is going to do that much for her...
I want to live in a way that is not of the world, but of the Kingdom. I want Christmas to look different for my family than it does for other people. I want to celebrate the life of Jesus and the life he came to bring to us. I can't think of a much better way than to help people build wells so they can provide their families with clean water! Jesus even called himself the Living Water.
So I'm not sure exactly how we are doing Christmas this year... I would love to see my church family get in on this with me and really change some lives! Praying that God will show us how to serve him in all that we do! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Wednesday, October 13
Friday, October 8
I have known the Harrells pretty much my whole life. When I was very young I would watch this home video my parents had made. I think they were saying goodbye to someone who was retiring, or something like that... I don't really remember. But in the video my parents and their friends were doing the silliest skits! One of them was Mark Harrell laying on a table with his head hanging upside down with his chin decorated like a face. He was singing and it looked so bizarre to me! My parents laughed every time we saw it. I also remember seeing a picture in one of our photo albums pre-me and Nikki with my parents, the Harrells, and some other couples from church. I always like the picture, because they all looked so happy. Lisa was laughing. And my mom is wearing this pink sweater, which she still owns and wears, so that's pretty funny.
The Harrells became very important in my life about the time I was 14 or 15. They called on me to babysit for them. I was looking for some extra money, and I have always liked kids, so they asked me to babysit for them fairly often. It wasn't until recently that I realized how much they were doing me a favor, and not the other way around. When I would babysit, Mark would come pick me up at my house, about a 20 minute drive. Then they would order pizza for me and the kids. When they got home, Mark would take me back to my house! So he was driving about an hour out of his way, when he could have just gotten a babysitter who could drive. And they paid me!! That is love.
Babysitting for them was wonderful and I will never forget it! Sam was quiet and just played on the computer the whole time. Shelby was a precious little thing who took most of my attention, since she was still in diapers! She forced me to watch more Barney than I had ever wanted to. But getting to play with her and watch her grow was totally worth it. She had quite a cute belly back then and I remember patting it and calling her Buddha Belly. One night I gave her a bath and tried to towel dry her hair. She got really aggravated at me and went to get the blow dryer and tried to make me use it. I had not really ever used one myself and I thought I would burn her little head. So I think she probably just air dried that night! Last, but oh- not least, there was Seth. Adorable, wild Seth. Seth who did not tell me we were playing hide and seek- but hid anyway. I may have had a heart attack that night! After looking everywhere, I finally got Sam to help me look. Of course, smart Sam knew just where he was- in a closet by the bathroom. I think he was under some towels... Anyway, I gave Seth a lecture of the dangers of hiding (cause, you know, a fire could happen and then I would die trying to find you and you would die because you were hiding!!!!).
My very, very favorite memory from babysitting is going to the lake! Lisa's family lives by a lake and have a boat and some jet ski's. We all went up one day and I came along to make sure the kids stayed out of the way of whatever they were doing. A few weeks later, my family and some other friends all came up to the lake together. This time we played all day! I remember riding on the jet ski for the first time and thinking it was the best thing ever! My mom thought Mark drove too fast (she was wrong :) ). Then I got on the tube behind the jet ski... It was the only time in my life where I truly thought I was about to perish. Obviously, I was fine. Riding so fast over the water with the surface inches from my face was exhilarating! Again, my mom thought Mark was driving the jet ski too fast (I may have secretly agreed that time). Then we loaded up on the boat to get some dinner at the Marina. I have a distinct memory of Mark at the wheel, the wind blowing his hair in crazy directions, singing "Cheeseburger in Paradise" very loudly. Then he let me steer the boat. His faith in me was astounding.
What I don't want to write about today is how hard it has been to watch Mark leave us. I don't need to tell you how I cried out to God to save his life, because if you are reading this, that is likely your story too. We share the grief, the the heartache of seeing him ill; if you attend Stones River you shared with me in the awe of watching him walk down the aisle at church as we sang "How Great is Our God". The joy and thankfulness and comfort in seeing him live so richly with his family the past two years is in all of our hearts. Lately, peace is all we have petitioned.
When I think of Mark, I will not think of grief. I will not think of loss. But I will always remember his kind and good heart, his sense of humor (even if I rolled my eyes more than laughed), and his deep love for his family. I will miss seeing his smiling face. I praise God he is smiling again now, his body whole and his pain forever gone. He is probably boating around on that crystal sea looking for a cheeseburger.
Jesus, bring us peace. Holy Spirit, comfort us. Father God, continue to pour out your goodness upon us. Amen.
The Harrells became very important in my life about the time I was 14 or 15. They called on me to babysit for them. I was looking for some extra money, and I have always liked kids, so they asked me to babysit for them fairly often. It wasn't until recently that I realized how much they were doing me a favor, and not the other way around. When I would babysit, Mark would come pick me up at my house, about a 20 minute drive. Then they would order pizza for me and the kids. When they got home, Mark would take me back to my house! So he was driving about an hour out of his way, when he could have just gotten a babysitter who could drive. And they paid me!! That is love.
Babysitting for them was wonderful and I will never forget it! Sam was quiet and just played on the computer the whole time. Shelby was a precious little thing who took most of my attention, since she was still in diapers! She forced me to watch more Barney than I had ever wanted to. But getting to play with her and watch her grow was totally worth it. She had quite a cute belly back then and I remember patting it and calling her Buddha Belly. One night I gave her a bath and tried to towel dry her hair. She got really aggravated at me and went to get the blow dryer and tried to make me use it. I had not really ever used one myself and I thought I would burn her little head. So I think she probably just air dried that night! Last, but oh- not least, there was Seth. Adorable, wild Seth. Seth who did not tell me we were playing hide and seek- but hid anyway. I may have had a heart attack that night! After looking everywhere, I finally got Sam to help me look. Of course, smart Sam knew just where he was- in a closet by the bathroom. I think he was under some towels... Anyway, I gave Seth a lecture of the dangers of hiding (cause, you know, a fire could happen and then I would die trying to find you and you would die because you were hiding!!!!).
My very, very favorite memory from babysitting is going to the lake! Lisa's family lives by a lake and have a boat and some jet ski's. We all went up one day and I came along to make sure the kids stayed out of the way of whatever they were doing. A few weeks later, my family and some other friends all came up to the lake together. This time we played all day! I remember riding on the jet ski for the first time and thinking it was the best thing ever! My mom thought Mark drove too fast (she was wrong :) ). Then I got on the tube behind the jet ski... It was the only time in my life where I truly thought I was about to perish. Obviously, I was fine. Riding so fast over the water with the surface inches from my face was exhilarating! Again, my mom thought Mark was driving the jet ski too fast (I may have secretly agreed that time). Then we loaded up on the boat to get some dinner at the Marina. I have a distinct memory of Mark at the wheel, the wind blowing his hair in crazy directions, singing "Cheeseburger in Paradise" very loudly. Then he let me steer the boat. His faith in me was astounding.
What I don't want to write about today is how hard it has been to watch Mark leave us. I don't need to tell you how I cried out to God to save his life, because if you are reading this, that is likely your story too. We share the grief, the the heartache of seeing him ill; if you attend Stones River you shared with me in the awe of watching him walk down the aisle at church as we sang "How Great is Our God". The joy and thankfulness and comfort in seeing him live so richly with his family the past two years is in all of our hearts. Lately, peace is all we have petitioned.
When I think of Mark, I will not think of grief. I will not think of loss. But I will always remember his kind and good heart, his sense of humor (even if I rolled my eyes more than laughed), and his deep love for his family. I will miss seeing his smiling face. I praise God he is smiling again now, his body whole and his pain forever gone. He is probably boating around on that crystal sea looking for a cheeseburger.
Jesus, bring us peace. Holy Spirit, comfort us. Father God, continue to pour out your goodness upon us. Amen.
Tuesday, August 31
Learning at Lunch
Being a teacher is a wonderful job, especially if you enjoy people watching. Children have this ability to completely ignore the fact that someone else (someone who may be judging them) is around. For example, 7 seconds after the kids walk in the door, I become invisible as they talk to friends, gather books for the day, and use the restroom. When I break into their conversations to correct one of them or say Good Morning, its as if I have interrupted. When this talent of ignoring is playing out, I get to see them in their bare form of being. They drop the "please the teacher" charade when they forget I'm there. Watching them interact with no filter is a sometimes shocking, and always hilarious adventure.
Last Thursday, three of my students had earned enough pennies to eat lunch with me in the classroom if they so chose. They told me they were very excited to get to eat in our classroom because the cafeteria is too loud. I asked them if they wanted to sit at their own desks, or if we should sit all together. I don't want to force my company on them if they would rather not talk to me, but they are six and I am still a friend in their mind, so they eagerly clamor to all sit together!
We sit down and eat our lunches, comparing each others. The children have ice cream bars which they cannot open, so I do the honors. One girl eats her ice cream first. I ask her if she is going to eat the rest of her food, and she nods yes as if I am crazy. I forget how physically hungry my students are. They eat anything! And tell me multiple times during the day they are hungry. Some of them don't eat much at home, and don't bring a snack to school. Our school cafeteria does a good job of feeding them a delicious, filling lunch each day!
As we eat, I let the kids talk freely, not commenting much so they can be themselves. It is funny the personalities that come out. One talks the entire time. I know she is a talker already, but today she's going full blast. The talking is so persistent, the the boy next to me has to interrupt to get a word in edgewise! When he speaks up, he tells me about his family. He tells me sad and worrying things about his family, but the way he describes them is more factual than despairing. It saddens me to see the potential in this child, and hear about his family's troubles. I hope that despite their hardships, they focus on him and help him become all he can be.
The third child does not speak up much. She is generally quiet, and I have assumed it is because she does not speak much English. After lunch, I learn my assumptions is incorrect. She sits quietly as the other two children vie for my attention. When they get tired of me they talk to each other about things I don't know about (iCarly and Hannah Montana). While discussing Hannah Montana's house, my quiet girl loudly and confidently chimes in about the color of Hannah's bedroom. I look at her a bit shocked. She simply smiles at me and eats the rest of her food without a word. Whether or not she speaks much English, that is not holding her back. She is just one of those people who is quiet until they have something to say, much like my husband.
Some teachers don't like to let kids eat in their rooms, and I understand why. They are messy and clingy, and when I can take 25 minutes to myself during the day, I am happy to do it. But, I am glad my kids ate with me on Thursday. I need to see more into their lives. All it takes is 25 minutes with a child, and in that time, a world of information comes out.
Last Thursday, three of my students had earned enough pennies to eat lunch with me in the classroom if they so chose. They told me they were very excited to get to eat in our classroom because the cafeteria is too loud. I asked them if they wanted to sit at their own desks, or if we should sit all together. I don't want to force my company on them if they would rather not talk to me, but they are six and I am still a friend in their mind, so they eagerly clamor to all sit together!
We sit down and eat our lunches, comparing each others. The children have ice cream bars which they cannot open, so I do the honors. One girl eats her ice cream first. I ask her if she is going to eat the rest of her food, and she nods yes as if I am crazy. I forget how physically hungry my students are. They eat anything! And tell me multiple times during the day they are hungry. Some of them don't eat much at home, and don't bring a snack to school. Our school cafeteria does a good job of feeding them a delicious, filling lunch each day!
As we eat, I let the kids talk freely, not commenting much so they can be themselves. It is funny the personalities that come out. One talks the entire time. I know she is a talker already, but today she's going full blast. The talking is so persistent, the the boy next to me has to interrupt to get a word in edgewise! When he speaks up, he tells me about his family. He tells me sad and worrying things about his family, but the way he describes them is more factual than despairing. It saddens me to see the potential in this child, and hear about his family's troubles. I hope that despite their hardships, they focus on him and help him become all he can be.
The third child does not speak up much. She is generally quiet, and I have assumed it is because she does not speak much English. After lunch, I learn my assumptions is incorrect. She sits quietly as the other two children vie for my attention. When they get tired of me they talk to each other about things I don't know about (iCarly and Hannah Montana). While discussing Hannah Montana's house, my quiet girl loudly and confidently chimes in about the color of Hannah's bedroom. I look at her a bit shocked. She simply smiles at me and eats the rest of her food without a word. Whether or not she speaks much English, that is not holding her back. She is just one of those people who is quiet until they have something to say, much like my husband.
Some teachers don't like to let kids eat in their rooms, and I understand why. They are messy and clingy, and when I can take 25 minutes to myself during the day, I am happy to do it. But, I am glad my kids ate with me on Thursday. I need to see more into their lives. All it takes is 25 minutes with a child, and in that time, a world of information comes out.
Saturday, August 21
Political Thoughts
Shane Claiborne's book Irristible Revolution is one of my favorite books! He pretty much sums up thoughts I have had since childhood. At every page I was nodding, thinking- Finally, someone who understands my feelings! So I found a website with some of his quotations from the book. This is great, because I didn't want to type it all up, but I did want to share some things he said on the ole blog.
"There are some things to die for but none to kill for. "
"Today the logic goes something like this: 'Calling a ruler Son of God is out of style. No one really does that nowadays. We can support a president while also worshiping Jesus as the Son of God.' But how is this possible? For one says that we must love our enemies, and the other says we must kill them; one promotes the economics of competition, while the other admonishes the forgiveness of debts. To which do we pledge allegiance?"
"One thing that's clear in the Scriptures is that the nations do not lead people to peace; rather, people lead the nations to peace."
"And that’s when things get messy. When people begin moving beyond charity and toward justice and solidarity with the poor and oppressed, as Jesus did, they get in trouble. Once we are actually friends with the folks in struggle, we start to ask why people are poor, which is never as popular as giving to charity. One of my friends has a shirt marked with the words of late Catholic bishop Dom Helder Camara: “When I fed the hungry, they called me a saint. When I asked why people are hungry, they called me a communist.” Charity wins awards and applause but joining the poor gets you killed. People do not get crucified for living out of love that disrupts the social order that calls forth a new world. People are not crucified for helping poor people. People are crucified for joining them."
"When we truly discover how to love our neighbor as our self, Capitalism will not be possible and Marxism will not be necessary."
"Biological family is too small of a vision. Patriotism is far too myopic. A love for our own relatives and a love for the people of our own country are not bad things, but our love does not stop at the border."
"We are faithful not to the triumphant golden eagle (ironically, also an imperial symbol of power in Rome) but to the slaughtered Lamb."
In summation: un-nationalist, pacifist, alternatively economical, and radically loving. These ideas make my heart comfy.
"There are some things to die for but none to kill for. "
"Today the logic goes something like this: 'Calling a ruler Son of God is out of style. No one really does that nowadays. We can support a president while also worshiping Jesus as the Son of God.' But how is this possible? For one says that we must love our enemies, and the other says we must kill them; one promotes the economics of competition, while the other admonishes the forgiveness of debts. To which do we pledge allegiance?"
"One thing that's clear in the Scriptures is that the nations do not lead people to peace; rather, people lead the nations to peace."
"And that’s when things get messy. When people begin moving beyond charity and toward justice and solidarity with the poor and oppressed, as Jesus did, they get in trouble. Once we are actually friends with the folks in struggle, we start to ask why people are poor, which is never as popular as giving to charity. One of my friends has a shirt marked with the words of late Catholic bishop Dom Helder Camara: “When I fed the hungry, they called me a saint. When I asked why people are hungry, they called me a communist.” Charity wins awards and applause but joining the poor gets you killed. People do not get crucified for living out of love that disrupts the social order that calls forth a new world. People are not crucified for helping poor people. People are crucified for joining them."
"When we truly discover how to love our neighbor as our self, Capitalism will not be possible and Marxism will not be necessary."
"Biological family is too small of a vision. Patriotism is far too myopic. A love for our own relatives and a love for the people of our own country are not bad things, but our love does not stop at the border."
"We are faithful not to the triumphant golden eagle (ironically, also an imperial symbol of power in Rome) but to the slaughtered Lamb."
In summation: un-nationalist, pacifist, alternatively economical, and radically loving. These ideas make my heart comfy.
Sunday, July 11
Stolen from Donald Miller's Dog
One of my favorite authors, Donald Miller, has a blog. He is letting his dog write on it this week. Funny, and inspired! These are some words that touched me.
“You don’t ever think when you are in extreme pain that you are being saved, chosen, picked for relationship, set aside to be loved. You can never really believe pain. It’s almost always something beautiful transitioning to something better, the whole time masquerading as a tragedy.”
As I am stepping into this new job, I am trying to see the big picture. God took me out of one place and put me in this new one. I was chosen to go. It was incredibly painful to leave, but I must believe beauty and love will come out of this new experience.
Maybe I will let Moe write on here sometime :)
“You don’t ever think when you are in extreme pain that you are being saved, chosen, picked for relationship, set aside to be loved. You can never really believe pain. It’s almost always something beautiful transitioning to something better, the whole time masquerading as a tragedy.”
As I am stepping into this new job, I am trying to see the big picture. God took me out of one place and put me in this new one. I was chosen to go. It was incredibly painful to leave, but I must believe beauty and love will come out of this new experience.
Maybe I will let Moe write on here sometime :)
Monday, June 21
The Tale of How I Got a Job
I know this is my second post today, but hey, lots to say!
So, I lost my job on April 1st. I have been frantically looking ever since. Lots of prayers, applications, emails, and rejection. All I wanted to know was where God wanted me to be. I felt like there was Kingdom work to do somewhere in a school. I was asking God to show me where to go, because I was getting no answers at all. David and I went to Stones River youth group a few weeks ago and they prayed over us that we would find jobs where we could help people. Byron made the comment that when the youth group prays, God listens and responds quickly. He was right!
That week I got three interviews. I was most hopeful about the second one, teaching middle school math. Even though math isn't my favorite, I thought I would like the school. Anyway, I went to the first interview for 5th grade. The school is about 45 minutes away from my house. I was pretty upset when I got there just because I could not imagine driving all that way every day. Anyway, I go inside 10 minutes early, and I can hear the principal interviewing someone else... This candidate sounds very qualified and they are having a great time chatting it up.
...50 minutes later... I am feeling like this job is definitely a no go. She has been interviewing this other woman for for-ev-er and don't want to drive this far. By the way, did I mention I can hear the whole conversation???? I hear the principal telling the interviewee about the high poverty population her school serves. My heart tingles a little. I feel called to poverty. But, its far away, and I don't want this job. Its obvious the other candidate is going to get the job. I text David and tell him I just want to leave. I explain the situation and tell him I don't want the job anyway and it is taking for-ev-er. David asks me not to leave, but to interview anyway.... In my mind I am sighing and saying, why did I tell him... Why didn't I just leave?? Then I start thinking... He is my husband. I have promised to respect him. And I decide to stay and talk with the principal. Only because I love David and want to show him I respect him.
So I stay and interview for about 20 minutes. The interview goes well. I don't get nervous for interviews, so they generally go well. I am not thinking anything is special... She tells me about the kids that go to the school. My heart is tingling again.
I drive home. Fully planning on not accepting the job, IF it is even offered. I talk it over with David and my mom. They agree it is really far away.
I go to my second interview of the week. It goes really well! I am almost positive I will get it. Days later I am told I will not be getting it. My third interview gets cancelled. I'm not too upset...
Then- I get the phone call. She wants me for the job. She had another position open up and she is calling me. My initial reaction is to tell her, you are too far away, thanks but no thanks. Thankfully, I just say I will think about it over the weekend.
We discuss. We pray. We listen. My heart just won't stop tingling. I cannot stop thinking of the kids I could work with. Kids who don't have a lot in their lives. Kids I could show love to... They win me over. I have never met any of them, but I feel like God is sending me to them. And I am going! I accepted the job this morning!
God is faithful. Listening to your husband is a good idea. I'm really excited!
So, I lost my job on April 1st. I have been frantically looking ever since. Lots of prayers, applications, emails, and rejection. All I wanted to know was where God wanted me to be. I felt like there was Kingdom work to do somewhere in a school. I was asking God to show me where to go, because I was getting no answers at all. David and I went to Stones River youth group a few weeks ago and they prayed over us that we would find jobs where we could help people. Byron made the comment that when the youth group prays, God listens and responds quickly. He was right!
That week I got three interviews. I was most hopeful about the second one, teaching middle school math. Even though math isn't my favorite, I thought I would like the school. Anyway, I went to the first interview for 5th grade. The school is about 45 minutes away from my house. I was pretty upset when I got there just because I could not imagine driving all that way every day. Anyway, I go inside 10 minutes early, and I can hear the principal interviewing someone else... This candidate sounds very qualified and they are having a great time chatting it up.
...50 minutes later... I am feeling like this job is definitely a no go. She has been interviewing this other woman for for-ev-er and don't want to drive this far. By the way, did I mention I can hear the whole conversation???? I hear the principal telling the interviewee about the high poverty population her school serves. My heart tingles a little. I feel called to poverty. But, its far away, and I don't want this job. Its obvious the other candidate is going to get the job. I text David and tell him I just want to leave. I explain the situation and tell him I don't want the job anyway and it is taking for-ev-er. David asks me not to leave, but to interview anyway.... In my mind I am sighing and saying, why did I tell him... Why didn't I just leave?? Then I start thinking... He is my husband. I have promised to respect him. And I decide to stay and talk with the principal. Only because I love David and want to show him I respect him.
So I stay and interview for about 20 minutes. The interview goes well. I don't get nervous for interviews, so they generally go well. I am not thinking anything is special... She tells me about the kids that go to the school. My heart is tingling again.
I drive home. Fully planning on not accepting the job, IF it is even offered. I talk it over with David and my mom. They agree it is really far away.
I go to my second interview of the week. It goes really well! I am almost positive I will get it. Days later I am told I will not be getting it. My third interview gets cancelled. I'm not too upset...
Then- I get the phone call. She wants me for the job. She had another position open up and she is calling me. My initial reaction is to tell her, you are too far away, thanks but no thanks. Thankfully, I just say I will think about it over the weekend.
We discuss. We pray. We listen. My heart just won't stop tingling. I cannot stop thinking of the kids I could work with. Kids who don't have a lot in their lives. Kids I could show love to... They win me over. I have never met any of them, but I feel like God is sending me to them. And I am going! I accepted the job this morning!
God is faithful. Listening to your husband is a good idea. I'm really excited!
Pancakes de Lauren
I am super impressed with this guy Jim's website dedicated to his creation of pancakes. I decided that I should try it out for myself. I bought the squirt bottles he uses and made a valiant first attempt.
In my mind I wanted some pink heart shaped cakes with chocolate chip polka dots. This was not the end result...
First I used some Blueberr
y pomegranate juice to color the batter pink. Or at least purple. But it turned out gray. How did that happen? Well, maybe next time I will use some food coloring. The juice did make the pancakes taste super yummy, though!
Next I started my heart pancake. Apparently leaving the lid on the squirt bottle while i smacked the end to get the batter down in the nozzle was a bad idea. Too much pressure made the batter squirt out continuously. I didn't have any control over the batter flow!!! So it ended up a little crazy!
So I filled it all in and let it bake. Then after I flipped it, I had the idea to make a black and white cookie kinda heart. So I put chocolate chips on half of the heart. YUM! It looked kinda... not beautiful...
Also I made a swirl.
Then, inspired by my sweet dog, I made a Moe cake. I did the head first, then the body. I used chocolate chips for eyes.
Looks nice, right?
It was an interesting first try. Totally delicious, but not to the artistic level I anticipated.
Well, there is always tomorrow!
In my mind I wanted some pink heart shaped cakes with chocolate chip polka dots. This was not the end result...
First I used some Blueberr
y pomegranate juice to color the batter pink. Or at least purple. But it turned out gray. How did that happen? Well, maybe next time I will use some food coloring. The juice did make the pancakes taste super yummy, though!Next I started my heart pancake. Apparently leaving the lid on the squirt bottle while i smacked the end to get the batter down in the nozzle was a bad idea. Too much pressure made the batter squirt out continuously. I didn't have any control over the batter flow!!! So it ended up a little crazy!
So I filled it all in and let it bake. Then after I flipped it, I had the idea to make a black and white cookie kinda heart. So I put chocolate chips on half of the heart. YUM! It looked kinda... not beautiful...
Also I made a swirl.
Then, inspired by my sweet dog, I made a Moe cake. I did the head first, then the body. I used chocolate chips for eyes.
Looks nice, right?It was an interesting first try. Totally delicious, but not to the artistic level I anticipated.
Well, there is always tomorrow!
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