82. That’s how many teenagers I have fed in the last 10 days.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love it when my kids ask a few of their friends (or 50) to come hang out at the house. And I love feeding them because they are so appreciative. They may not express this appreciation with words, but a mother of teenagers can tell; this morning, one young man ate four large sticky buns and then took a picture of the rest of them with his phone. I’m not sure if he did this to send it to his buddies to make them jealous or to remind him of his good fortune, but I knew it meant, “I love these sticky buns with all my heart”, and it blessed my heart that he adored my cooking.
So, if you are wondering why my posting has been so sporadic lately, or why I am not doing a ‘member that time today, I am probably loading or unloading my dishwasher, or, Heaven forbid, washing the too-large pots and pans by hand.
Or maybe I’m making more sticky buns and feeding them to teenage boys to get another ego boost.
But probably, I’m sleeping because it takes a bunch of energy to roll out dozens of sticky rolls at 4:20 in the morning.