Saturday, December 27, 2008

I get knocked down, but I get up again...

So I am not too proud to admit that I failed my children miserably by trying to serve them bricks with icing (aka my homemade cinnamon rolls) on Christmas morning. Andy, the man who can't (or is it won't?) boil water, intervened and made donuts because as he so delicately put it, "These things aren't edible, Babe."
So after I had myself a little pity party I decided to do what I always do when all else fails, I called this woman:

And together we consulted this woman and let's just say the rest is now permanently upon my hips and thighs. These beautiful babies are proof that with a little help from my mentor, Ahmo, miracles can happen. And let me tell ya, the heavens opened up and I swear I heard angels sing when I sunk my teeth into them. And someday, when my children are telling their children about my wonderful cinnamon rolls, I will remind them that if it weren't for Ahmo, they would still be eating fried canned biscuit dough for Christmas (not that there's anything wrong with that). Thank you, Ahmo, for passing down your talents and passions to all of us.

6 comments:

kj said...

I love Ahmo and I don't even know her!! I just want to hug her neck.

Elizabeth Mullins said...

Sounds like she is as awesome as Joshua's Nana...she is patient in showing me how to do what Mia is learning to do in those pics...sad I know...But hopefully Landice will be able to learn early too

Laurie said...

Nice. Isn't it good to know you have someone who can help you out with stuff like that?

Audrey said...

I made those cinnamon rolls as well and they were delish!

Brandi said...

Those look yummy! You should share your recipe. I have just mastered the kind in the can - it only took me about 10 years! :)

A2ZTur-bus said...

I am trying to tell myself that canned crescent rolls with cinnamon and sugar rolled up in them are just as good...this is hard to do with your visuals...!