An important General Conference tradition (in addition to listening to our church leaders via sattelite) is the food that accompanies it.
At least that was the case until Jamie’s parents moved to Utah and our Sunday-morning breakfast tradition of blueberry muffins, sausage and eggs was dead.
That is why I was thrilled when my friend Eva asked if her family of eight could watch at our place. In return for offering up our TV, she brought fruit, cinnamon buns, sausage, bacon and juice.
Can you say no-brainer?
I threw in some homemade caramel applesauce, an apple tart, eggs and pumpkin oatmeal chocolate chip cookies so we had quite the feast.
Jamie, the kids and I snacked all day. By dinnertime, I desperately wanted something light and healthy so opted to serve yogurt parfaits. I made granola for the first time, chopped strawberries and blueberries and let the children build their parfaits with their favorite yogurt.
They both loved it and couldn’t believe *this* was dinner.
As Hadley was polishing off her final bites, she exclaimed:
“Huh.”
“What, Hadley?” I queried.
“I just thought it was your job to make dinner I don’t like.”
Sad thing is she meant it as a compliment.
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