A couple of days ago I decided that we would attempt to locate my missing, overworked creative gene and whip up some Valentine’s Day treats. And we did whip up treats; however, the creative gene is still neatly tucked away in it’s hiding spot and will only be making rare appearances until life settles down.
And for good reason, this task took every last bit of energy I had in my cells.
It seems as though these kind of things always start off innocent enough with just an idea. “Hmm….wouldn’t it be a nice idea to make some Valentine’s Day cookies that we could bake together? We could even bring them to Bible study on Thursday morning.”
And so it begins. That seemingly benign little thought and the next thing you know you are elbow deep in multi-colors of Royal Icing and every bowl in your kitchen is dirty.
Don’t get me wrong, it was fun, even though it sucked the last bit of life out of me. Yet there is one thing we hope to conquer the next time my missing gene makes an appearance….the bridge between looks good, tastes good. Is it too much to ask that we have both? Royal Icing is just not pleasant to the palate.
One last thing I forgot to mention, today is the first day of my Project 365, (a photo journal project for 365 days.) Ok, you who know me stop laughing. I know I haven’t been posting often, but maybe this will give me the kick I need.