Creation Epiphany

Ted and I are fat. And we have a fat baby. Fatness is due to several factors, but the one at the top of my own list is enjoying pretty much anything that contains sugar. More specifically, sugar+fat = fat and happy.

Because we're packing more poundage than we should be, Ted forbade me from making any of my signature treats once we moved across the country. I guess he figured a new place would mean a fresh start. And I really really wanted to obey him.

But a pair of satin leopard panties doesn't change its spots.

Besides, my mind often hearkens back to an incredible talk from President Uchtdorf where he lauded women as unique creators in their own right. As I sat there listening to the talk, I remember thinking I didn't have any sort of talent where I am able to create something as beautiful as a watercolor landscape like Jana or as fun as a knitted Peanut M&M like Laura or as thoughtful as a cupcake care package like Jean. But then it dawned on me - I bake sweets and treats, and I'm not too shabby at it. So Ted, shut your pie-hole (hehehe). I'm busting out my mixing bowls and that fancy spray that has cooking oil AND flour in it, and I'm buying sugars and creams and flavorings by the bagful because Dieter F basically told me it was my divinely appointed calling to please palates with a little sweetness. If it causes a pound or two to creep into my pants in the meantime, so be it. True joy forgives many trivial vices.

That said, here's a picture of the latest: Glazed Lemon Crisps. Many thanks to my mother-in-law who had this recipe lying around. They were scrumptious. And I only had three.

Along the same lines, recently I also joined in creating one of the cutest and most delightful babies in the world, whose particular brand of fatness just means there's more to squeeze, pinch, and nibble on. Life ain't so bad!