Cinnamon rolls, an explosion and a deer head

If you think you are the only one that has crazy incidents and prone to absent mindedness... this story is for you.

I was feeling pretty happy with myself Saturday morning as I got up early to surprise my family with homemade cinnamon rolls. While they were rising I was even able to fit in a workout. I had to burn off some calories so I wouldn't feel bad eating all those cinnamon rolls;)

As the rolls were rising I snapped a few pics just in case I wanted to show them off or share my recipe; they were perfect. I put them in the oven and as they were baking I put a pot on the stove to make a caramel sauce to go over them. My husband came in at this moment with a deer head in a big pot and wanted to use the stove to boil it. Yes, you read correctly...a deer head.( He was making a European mount with the buck his brother had shot) I begrudgingly gave up one of my burners.

When the rolls were ready I had no where to put them so I moved the pot with the caramel sauce and placed the glass dish on top of said burner all the while forgetting it was on. The boys came in and where hovering over the hot, fragrant rolls as I tried to make room on the counter. As I turned around I heard a huge explosion. Glass was everywhere, one of the boys got nicked by a flying piece, I stepped down and cut my big toe and the rolls were now burning on the stove with chunks of glass in them.

I turned off the burner and yelled for my husband. He had the sense to get all the kids and myself out of the kitchen and get the rolls off the burner. As I sat outside with my husband bandaging up my bloody foot I started sobbing uncontrollably. My foot didn't hurt, but my heart did. Here I was getting up early, taking all this time and effort to make my family a delicious breakfast and it was all in the garbage now. I had nothing to show for it, just the smell of those rolls permeating the house; along with the deer head.

Not only was I distressed that all the work I did was for nothing but the thought that someone could have got seriously hurt scared me. I wanted to blame that deer head but I knew that wasn't the cause of this catastrophe. I had simply made a mistake. So I sat on the back steps with one of my son's; both of us crying, mourning the loss of those ooey gooey, sugary rolls.

After we got the kitchen cleaned up Josh went to lift up the pot with the deer head and put his back out. Oh and did I mention the baby who was soundly sleeping woke up at this moment? Josh was in agony but being the awesome husband that he is went to the store and brought back doughnuts and yes, you guessed it cinnamon rolls and a new pyrex pan.

In the blink of an eye our morning took a drastic turn. It could have been much worse but thankfully we only suffered the minor injures of a cut toe, scrape on the lip and a back out of place.

I was trying to figure out what God could possibly be trying to teach me through the mornings incidents and I came to the conclusion that if that was the worse that we went through this week, we were very blessed...blessed with provision to make delicious, nourishing food, blessed with a kitchen and utensils to make food with, blessed with the ability to make food and blessed with love ones to make it for. Oh and I learned to never place a glass dish on a hot burner!

Josh said we will look back on this incident and laugh but I think I might still cry at the thought of those warm, sweet cinnamon rolls that never made their way to my mouth.