As I mentioned in the post below, one of the activities that I had planned for yesterday was to make Rice Krispie bars with the kids. What I didn’t take into account was that A. I would be tired (and giddy) after my ultrasound, and B. I also had to prepare for a talk I was giving to a Moms’ Group in the evening.
It was a very distracted day.
I was determined to make those darn bars, however, and hauled out the ingredients in the half hour I had before leaving for my talk. Was this wise? You tell me.
The girls took turns cradling the sticks of butter—three sticks, the weight of our baby—while I scanned the recipe on the back of the marshmallow bag. Meanwhile, Angela kept sneaking marshmallows one-after-another off of the counter; the dog kept rattling around underfoot in search of droppings; and the clock kept saying tick tick tick.
“Let’s see,” I hurriedly tried to double the proportions in my mind because we like our Rice Krispie bars thick. “¼ C. of butter doubled translates to…”
My thoughts were still on the weight of the baby and my talk and the noise of the Wii boxing match in the room next door.
“Girls, unwrap four sticks of butter and pop ‘em in the pan!”
That’s right. I used four sticks of butter when I should have just used one.
The melted marshmallows bubbled and frothed and were yellow with all that butter fat. Confused—but still not getting it—I tossed more marshmallows into the pan and hoped for the best. It was only until later, much later, that I realized what I had done.
“Mushy but good, Momma!” Cate chirped.
And I’ll have to admit that she was right.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,