Jessica A., this post is dedicated to you because you thought it was so much fun how badly I messed up the carrot chips I attempted once. And Brenda H., I miss you too! I am so busy I don't even get to keep up on the blogs my friends write!
So, in our Bountiful Basket we got a coconut. I LOVE coconut. The Prairie Daddy helped me carve it out and I found a recipe on Facebook's Bountiful Baskets page on "what to do with your coconut." I got really excited to make these Dominican treats called Cocadas (coconut cupcakes):



Unfortunately, as I sit here and smell the burnt drippings (and my eyes burn of the lingering smoke) of one big kitchen disaster that just doesn't quite seem to fit the way I imagined or planned it, I am laughing a tired little laugh that this is kind of a picture of how I feel some days in my life right now. But I know that God is way bigger than my floppy messes and He allows them to keep me humble (and strangely entertained).