This Cooking Will Wear a Girl Out

Whew! Whipping up a couple of loaves of blueberry zucchini bread with a 3-year-old's help will exhaust you. I'm so bad about getting 2/3 of the way into cooking and then being overwhelmed by a very strong desire to stop. I just want to be DONE, but I know I can't quit with some half-made batter and a tower of dirty dishes. And dinner looms before me, with quite a deadline since it's church night.

Overall, though, I've loved trying all the new breakfast recipes, as well as tweaking some old ones to make them a bit healthier. The kids must have noticed something is a little different. Jack got up this morning, walked over to me, and asked, "Did you make something new again today?" Yes, buddy, I sure did. We had baked oatmeal this morning, which met with some happy little tummies.

The hard thing about all this is that it takes some forethought. And somedays I rarely have any decent thoughts, much less any fore ones. Overall, though, it's been working out. The scary thing is all I've tackled is breakfast. There's this little question that's always lingering in the back of my mind: "How on God's green earth do these women with six homeschooling kids cook this amazing, fresh food and document it with photos and blog about it?" Pardon me while I go rest for a moment as I'm pooped just thinking about all that.

Now I'm going to go whip up some meatballs for our spaghetti and then rush out the door to church. But I just can't wait to come back and share a very inspirational passage of Scripture with you that I read this morning. Betcha can't guess what it is.