Valerie's post about the "roast beast" reminded me of something funny from a few weeks ago.
i had been craving chocolate, but had nothing on hand except for some cocoa powder. after googling the super easy recipe, i made "no-bake cookies". i've only made these maybe 3 times since i've been married, but these were a childhood favorite.
every get together with my cousins included somebody making "no-bake cookies". only we called them "cow patties". i've heard people call them "cow plops" among other things, but until i was an adult, i never knew them as anything other than "cow patties".
so the kids walk into the kitchen and see me plopping this chocolate/oatmeal/peanut butter mixture on the parchment paper to dry, and ask so excitedly what i am making.
"is it brownies? oh it must be brownies!"
"nope. not brownies."
"is it fudge? it HAS to be fudge!!"
"nope. not fudge."
"is it cookies? it doesn't look like your cookies, but maybe it's cookies!"
"it's cow patties."
at that moment, i realized exactly how sheltered my children are. they had no idea what a cow patty was, edible or otherwise.
i informed them that a cow patty was basically cow poop, that sits around in fields, waiting for somebody to scoop them up and feed to their children.
they were sure i was joking. julian said, "mama, i saw you put vanilla in there. there's no vanilla in cow poop."
"there's vanilla in these cow patties."
so the night ends with the kids eating their cookies and loving them. Annabelle packs a few away to take to school and share with friends. we go through the bedtime routine, and then the kids ask me to pray with them.
annabelle starts praying and says, "Jesus, thank you for my mama and for her giving us sweet cow turds to eat...."
don't you think Jesus chuckled at that prayer? i sure did.