The One With the Missionaries and the Mormon Crack

This is it. My hands-down, no-contest, favorite Sunday of the year. No…you didn’t miss something…it’s not Mother’s Day. It’s General Conference weekend for my church. I’m not going to lie…part of the charm is watching church in my pajamas from the comfort of my big soft couch. But even better, is the wonderful talks and encouragement. Someone told me once that she couldn’t take counsel from a bunch of old men, because they just couldn’t possibly understand the issues of people today, let alone women. It made me very sad that she was missing the message that they had, because she had a pre-conceived notion that they had nothing to offer her personally. My experience has been quite the opposite. If you want to see for yourself, go here. They have the very coolest live streaming, and you can watch all the different sessions.

Secondly, our conference morning tradition is Marshmallow Popovers and scrambled eggs. Hard to beat. Well, I covered the “old guys.” The “young guys” part, is that Elder Crane is indeed being transferred after six months of being part of our family. Go ahead…rip another little piece of my heart out, why don’t you? So I think Skippy and I are going to make a treat for the missionaries this afternoon. These “Scotcheroos” are a recipe I swiped from a friend’s blog, the Duffy Doings. We actually don’t call them Scotcheroos here in our house. Around here they are universally acknowledged to be “Mormon Crack.” Sorry for the drug reference, especially on a Sunday…but they are seriously addictive. I have been strung out on them for lo, these many months…

Mormon Crack