Thursday, December 22, 2016

Christmas Traditions: Cinnamon Roll Edition

I am a sucker for Christmas traditions.  So I thought I'd share one of ours with you.  Because I steal others traditions from their blogs sometimes.

We're starting off with cinnamon roll making with Bethany. I have a short cut cinnamon roll I make all year long.  But that's not this one.  Now we didn't mean to make this a tradition.  It just became one.  We are on year 4.  We meet at Bethany's house, feed the kids pizza and get her dining room table super messy.  The recipe is none other than The Pioneer Woman's.  But I'm sure you already knew that.  Ree, thank you for your delicious contribution to our Christmas traditions.

I'm just going to leave these pics right here and let you imagine how amazing they smell and then decide you must do this next year with your bff.

This is a very precise process, so you must measure.  And if you can't find your measuring tape you use the pencil you bought from The Mercantile in Pawhuska that has measurements on it.

This is a compilation of melted butter, sugar, and cinnamon.  
This might be my favorite combo in the entire world here.

Bethany always rolls the dough tigher than me.  It's annoying.

You end up with this, a nice long log of ooey goodness.  And don't be scared that the filling oozed out all over the table. We scoop that right up and put it on top.

Let them rise......

Then bake.
Then they look like this.  But we're not done yet.

You have to add the maple flavored frosting.


 And there you have it.  A whole lot of cinnamon rolls. 
Next year, we're doubling it.  Because, after all, it is better to give than receive. 

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Saying Goodbye

I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to death.  The only personal experience I really have is my grandfather who passed away after a heart attack when I was in high school.  I have a horrible memory so I don't remember much more than kissing his bald head for the last time in the hospital and the sadness of the funeral.  I, of course, still feel the loss though.

This week has been a bit of a hard one for me, as my 92 year old grandmother, who hasn't known me for a few years due to dementia, has taken the descent from this earthly place, to the ascent of her heavenly home.  She is blessed to be in her home, comfortable, peaceful, and quiet.  I gave my kids the option to go see her.  The only one who took me up on it was Neely.  She was nervous, but really wanted to see her.  Neely is sensitive that way, and has always had a special place in her heart for the aging.  So we visited her over the weekend to spend some time with her.

While her dementia has left her not knowing the people or places around her, she still has a love of music.  Looking into her empty eyes has been hard, but if there is music around, we see that glimpse of the spunky Grandma Thompson we know and love as she moves her feet, hands, or head to the music.  So during this visit Neely played the piano for her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes focused and she tapped her feet in the hospital bed in her living room to the music her great-granddaughter was playing for her.  We sung to her as well.

I have had a few more visits with her this week.  I rustled her out of a far away stare with my voice and got a few small weak smiles.  I will cherish those smiles filed away in my fondest memory file.  I have been blessed with the longevity of my grandparents.  And have been thankful for the time I've had with her.

So in a day or so we are saying goodbye to Grandma Thompson.  If you knew her, you loved her.  If you didn't, you missed out.


It's a busy week in heaven - as I know of others who have joined the ranks.

During this holiday season find the time to visit those you love.