Miracle #1: After dinner, Ryan randomly gets out Halloween candy from a secret location and has everyone pick a piece. (Calvin actually got two because while playing a t a friends house, he didn't get any of the mini- Kit Kats the kids pigged out on.)... Simon chooses a small package of Whoppers, and I have just found a source for my malt powder: chocolate covered malt balls.
Miracle #2: This miracle might gross some of you out, but it mattereth not. I threw all of the ingredients into the blender and hoped for the best, knowing that without milk it will be too thick to process. Suddenly my mind is made clear and I recall how, strangely enough, I had poured a glass of milk for Owen earlier in the day and he barely drank it. Pretending like we were back in the Great Depression, I didn't want to waste the milk so I tucked it away into a safe little corner in the fridge. Mid-blender cycle, I quickly dumped the milk into the shake and the consistency became something out of a dream.
This story illustrates a few things.
#1 Miracles come in all shapes, sizes and flavors.
#2 Heavenly Father knows us personally. For some, they prefer their miracles in the form of a sporting event, for others they like their miracles in a phone call or in a cop that's too busy to pull you over... Heaven knows my language of love has taste buds, and I am happiest when my mouth is full of the bounty the earth has created. Simple foods like Chocolate Peanut-butter Malt Milkshakes.
Indeed that is a miracle. I was worried where that milk story was going, left-overs from a cup I can stomach
ReplyDeletePersonally it's the cop too busy... I love that that Ryan still has Halloween candy.
ReplyDeleteI love milkshakes. They always tasted better home made. Look forward to your posts. Perhaps it will inspire me with food.
ReplyDeleteAll you had to do was call and I would have delivered to you a fresh Choc/PB milkshake from Artic Circle. There is an unwritten law between the ladies in our neighborhood that we have each others backs - whether it be grabbing a milkshake for a busy mother who has a craving and no milk, or running down one of those darned girl scouts with your car in order to swipe a box of thin mints for that 40-something pre-menstrual/pre-menopausal friend.
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