Those of you who know me may remember that many moons ago, I used to have a Cream Puff business…yes I did. It was a lovely business, with the amazing recipe all locked away in a top secret vault…so to speak. Well there are still remnants of a few souls who remember that even though I don’t actually have a cream puff business any more–I do still know how and the Top Secret recipe is still tucked away in the same steel trap as always.
So really, there’s just one problem with making cream puffs for my most beloved brother’s youngest son’s wedding…
I’m not a strapping 28 year old any more. Not even close, actually. But I must have forgotten that somehow. So when someone says, “Hey. Can you make cream puffs for the wedding?” and I say, “Of course,” somebody should have popped out from behind a tree to remind me of just how many sunsets this old body has seen–and then poked me hard.Can anyone say—six hundred cream puffs?
This very minute I am grateful for:
—a sweet daughter who worked even when I rested and reminded me of how much more fun work can be if you stop whining about it.
—friends who kindly fed us pizza and Chinese while we “puffed.”
—a wedding to go to…to deliver the aforementioned cream puffs.
—ice packs for swollen ankles.
Pictures to come–I swear. But they are all on Jillian’s camera and she’s asleep. So be brave and check back because…
—unless you’ve actually seen 600 cream puffs…well, you haven’t truly lived.
Food Storage Prompt for week 13:
1 bottle 100 count multiple vitamins