Making Your Home Sing Monday – Making Memories In Grandmother’s Kitchen
This morning we set it all aside -
all of the “should do” tasks of a Monday morning – the tidying, the vacuuming, the bathroom cleaning-
set aside too, the confusion and turmoil and upset that has been troubling our family recently -
set it all aside -
We Baked Doughnuts.
Maya put on her new apron
Click the image to get a full size. Maya is so proud of her apron ( her “chef suit” ). Grampy ordered it for her from fellow blogger and friend Vixen at Apron Frenzy.
You can read her post about it and get a really good look at the apron by following this link. It’s gorgeous!
Properly attired, we got on with the baking.
There was a bit of a science lesson combined with old fashioned make-do kitchen wisdom when we discovered that the recipe called for buttermilk. We don’t have any buttermilk.
We added a tablespoon of vinegar to a cup of milk and let it set while we mixed the dry ingredients. A workable buttermilk substitute. Plain yogurt would also work and might have been a better choice since the doughnut batter was a little thin.
Grampy helped mix.
Claudia added the right amount of dog germs to make this a truly kid focused family project. ( If no dog or child meets Grammy’s eyes – even if she’s clearly standing right there with a camera – if no one looks at Grammy, than somehow – magically – everyone remains invisible and there won’t be any scolding for feeding the dog from the table and then returning to the baking 
)
The work is done, the apron proudly hung
Chocolate frosted doughnuts after lunch!
If you’d like to bake some doughnuts, you’ll find a page of recipes to try at Allrecipes.com – here
But this isn’t just about making doughnuts. Although doughnuts can surely make a home sing
This morning, this doughnut making, is about filling our home with songs of faith.
It is about living our lives, going about our day, in a way that shows that we believe, we trust, we know that our faith can be relied upon. That God can be trusted.
It is about creating the sort of bedrock memories that Susan Strasberg spoke of when she remembered being at her grandparent’s house.
I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.
I hope, today, that your home sings with faith too.
I hope that you remember that you are safe.
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