Holy Week non-blogging is bleeding into Easter Octave non-blogging. I picked up a short-term freelance job that is going to eat my spare time for the next eight weeks or so. I still haven’t learned to juggle the new schedule… bear with me!
We made "Resurrection Cookies" on Holy Saturday night — one of those "story recipes" where you read a Bible passage before each step of the recipe, and so tell the story of the Passion.
It seemed like a good idea up until the time to drop the little pre-meringues by the teaspoonful onto the parchment-covered cookie sheet. I’d just explained that each pecan-studded meringue was to represent the "rocky tomb" (they turn out to be hollow the next morning, alleluia!), and my boys suddenly began singing loudly:
Crunchy munchy Jesus tombs!
Crunchy munchy Jesus tombs!
They’re fun to make and fun to bake!
Fun to crunch and fun to munch!
Crunchy… munchy… JESUS TOMBS!
I think the Wiggles have something to do with this, but I’m not sure. Thankfully they did NOT try to sing this in church the next morning.
He is Risen! Alleluia!
Now it’s off to pick up my milk order, and then run errands…
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