Monday, June 2, 2008

A Heart Melting Moment

We have rhubarb.

I wanted make something rhubarb.

I picked some rhubarb (some of which was pooped on by a bird).

I washed the rhubarb.

I found a rhubarb recipe.

It was called Rhubarb Crisp, which I consistently mis-pronounce as Crips.

It was easy.

I cut the rhubarb into little chunks.

I found a cute heart shaped baking dish.

I wanted to use it to make heart-shaped rhubarb crisp for Jim, because I HEART him.

It was not a glass cake pan.

Or a metal one.

It was a plastic type material.

I lost the instructions for how to use it.

Jim said it might melt.

I said who would make a cake pan that melted.

I filled it with yummy cakey goodness.

And put it in the 375 degree oven and set the timer for 30 minutes.

We went for a walk.
We enjoyed the fireflies.

Upon entering the house, we didn't smell yummy rhubarb crisp.

It smelled like burnt plastic.

I felt like a dork.

I took some pictures...might as well.

It didn't melt onto the oven's bottom...for that, I was glad.

The electricity went out - a frequent occurence in our town.
We cleaned up.
In the dark.

We ate still yummy rhubarb crisp, by candlelight.
It was romantic.




3 comments:

HonorMommy said...

oh...but the melted cake pan heart is kind of artistic.... ;-D

Sarah said...

Optimist. :)

mom engle said...

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.

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