a broken air conditioner and a purse cake
when my niece first learned to say the blessing, she would ramble, making a list of all the things she was thankful for. one night at supper, in the middle of her sweet little blessing, she says "thank God for the white cheese". parmesan cheese :o) she loves it so much. enough to thank God for it. when i am in the kitchen, with chocolate cake batter freckles on my nose, powdered sugar up to my elbows, and no electric cooling, i am still thankful. for baking and cakes. because i love them so much!
my favorite post to date - made me cry about the white cheese
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