Nugget Thief

Pure joy is a day in the ministry with my Sophie! She is a little trooper and always keeps us laughing.

About a year ago, I started calling her my Chicken Nugget. A silly pet name, I know. But she stole it from me! And now when she sees me, from across the room she yells "K'Nugget!" Quizzical expressions blossom on the faces of those around. And so I must tell my story of how she stole the nickname right out from under me.

Alas, one look at that face and all is forgiven.

Smores

Well, they may not be as good when microwaved, but when you don't have a gas stove (or a campfire) you learn to adjust.

They are still quite a sight to behold...a drippy, sticky, crunchy, chewy, lovely sight.

Chattanoogalicious...

Yes, I did just say that. Look, if Beyonce can make up new words, then so can I!

Especially when it comes to food...

These delicious morsels are from a cozy little coffee house called Rembrandt's in Chattanooga, TN. Beautiful, aren't they?

Although I felt like I had eaten a brick when it was all said and done, it was worth every enormous bite!