Spending time with my grand boys and Cinnamon buns....

Ya know, for the mess we made and the amount of time it took, these Cinnamon buns turned out to be a hit!  I mean the boys and their dad ate two each within a matter of minutes....

As you all know, using yeast takes time.  My grandsons had no idea why we could not just put all the ingredients in the mixer and just turn it on... was so much energy for them to wait for the first step,  the yeast to foam in warm water.  They all hung over the mixing bowl and waited. They saw this as a science experiment.

This was a project for the boys and we had such a good time. Each had a job to do and it seemed to take hours but they really enjoyed each step to create Cinnamon Buns.  Eric cracked the eggs into a cup and Joell filled the measuring cup with exactly 4 cups of flour.

Then after each boy gathered the ingredients they took turns adding the flour, eggs, cinnamon, sugar,  salt, and rice dream milk. They all were overjoyed when the dough started to form.

Took me a bit of words for them to understand why the dough needed to rest before the next step, kneading.

Once the dough was ready each took a turn rolling it into a triangle.  Then added the soft butter and the cinnamon mixture.... I helped them with the turning of the dough and let them each cut the roll into buns.  They were just amazed to see the cinnamon inside each pinwheel shape.
The hardest part was waiting for the buns to rise.  A half hour seemed like forever.. "Is it ready yet grandma?"

I had great plans to get a photo of the finished cooling buns but I left the kitchen for about 15 minutes and look what I came back to.... eaten!  The boys and their dad were at the table with their milk and each had a big silly smile on their face.  I had plans to let the buns cool before adding the sugar frosting but they put it on while right out of the oven and it all melted, but did not change the flavor. 
Sugar is sugar!

I just can't tell you how nice it is to be with my kids.  It pains me to know how much time I lost while they lived in Guam... but I have them now, only two airplanes away (about 5 hours) and we plan on visiting several times a year back and forth from OKC to Tampa.

I have the boys to myself all weekend.  Their mom and dad flew to Vegas this morning for a much needed long weekend together.  Today is their 11th wedding anniversary and it makes me smile to know their relationship is just as happy and fresh as their first year together.

Have a great weekend everyone!

My time in OKC, to be continued!


Am I really nearer to God? I'm thinking Neil is.... with an added post script.

Having flown literally thousands of times, being up in the clouds still simply amazes me.
Taking off from the Tampa Bay a/p I can see across the bay to where I live and the Gulf of Mexico to the west,
off in the distance. 
 The sky is clear and one can see for miles.
As we begin to climb I'm thinking in three  days the entire area will be filled with storm clouds from the approaching Isaac. I find myself saying a silent prayer, "Please God don't let the area be damaged too much from the winds your sending"

 Once over the Gulf heading west for Houston the clouds turn stormy and the  turbulence gets shaky but the flight is smooth and I can't take my eyes from the window of the cabin.  I just love it up there in the sky!

 Once the altitude of the plane is up in  cruising speed my mind always go's back to a poem my parents taught me when very small.     

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr

 Oh how the clouds take on different shapes with each passing mile.
My second plane this day flew north to Oklahoma City and the clouds again changed forms and turned into balls of cotton.

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
As I sit gazing out the window, something inside of me says
 If I could get that window open I surly could
Put out my hand, and touch the face of God.

 On the date of Neil Armstrong's death, August 25th, 2012, this poem is a perfect to the man who touched the moon and the world's hearts and minds. 

 RIP Neil. 

I'm adding a post script to this post,  Friday night Aug 31st, a blue moon can be seen and is  sure to be savored by NASA fans, as it comes on the same day that astronaut Neil Armstrong is being laid to rest in a private ceremony. Armstrong, who was the first person to walk on the moon, died on Aug. 25 after suffering from complications related to heart surgery.

"This Blue Moon that Slooh will explore Friday night is somewhat rare, but not as rare as the courage and talent of the late Neil Armstrong, the first human to set foot on our nearest celestial neighbor," astronomer and Slooh editor Bob Berman said in a statement on Slooh's Facebook page. "To honor him, Slooh will explore the Sea of Tranquility with its Canary Island 20-inch telescope, live, and have guests who will reveal some of the lesser-known secrets of that historic 1969 event. I think many of our visitors will be in for quite a surprise."

It appears as if the moon wants to send him off with a memorable goodbye--or perhaps welcome him home.

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