See? It happened. I missed a day. I was pretty sure it’d happen one of these days.
Yesterday I worked for the better part of the day on my family history, tracing family members through federal and state censuses. I think I found some good stuff, though. My approach to family history work right now is not so much discovering new information as it is confirming old information. I’m grateful for the diligence of my family members in searching out our ancestors; unfortunately, there are precious few sources cited. No sources=unreliable. Sourceless information might fly for the casual genealogist, just looking to do his duty for a merit badge or a Sunday School lesson, but I want to do more. I want to do actual history work. These people were real and they are worth it. I look forward to meeting them in the next life. I understand that some of them struggled through their lives here; I want to ease their pain. I want them to have full access to the Atonement so that they can move forward in their eternal journey. I love them, though I have not met them. I feel for them. Whatever faults they had—they must have done some things right, because I am here, and I have a happy and comfortable life. I want to share that with them. I want to invite them into my home for games and dessert and tell them how much I love them.
In the evening, Rachel and I set up the projector and watched the Diamondbacks play the Dodgers. The Diamondbacks lost, but I enjoyed watching them. Most of the time I can only listen on the radio.
Today’s been a great example of the Sabbath. I woke up feeling very Saturday; I decided to listen to church music while I cleaned the house. The music did a great job bringing the Sabbath into my heart, as did the clean apartment. When Rachel gets home here in a few minutes, we’ll build a cake for a dinner thing we’ve got going on tonight, then I’ll go off home teaching, get home taught, go out with the missionaries, go to church, then off to the dinner thing. I’ve been grateful for the morning though. I love the Sabbath.
Before Rachel gets back, I’m going to include the recipe for the Texas sheet cake. This is one of the few recipes that I liked enough to cook myself before I got married. Don’t worry, it’s probably the only recipe you’ll ever encounter here. I’m mainly including it here because I have only one copy written down, and I don’t want to lose the cake forever if the hard copy gets lost or destroyed. The recipe came from a Texan woman in one of the wards I served in while in Wisconsin. Authenticity, everyone.
Texas Sheet Cake
|1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees; grease baking pan.2. Mix butter, water, sugar, cocoa; bring to boil.3. Blend with flour.
4. Beat eggs, add baking soda. Mix it all. *Make sure to add buttermilk and vanilla.
5. Should be thin; pour in pan.
6. Bake 10 minutes; pour frosting on, continue baking for 5 more minutes.
|2 cups flour
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter
1/4 cup cocoa
1 cup water
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vanilla
|1. Melt butter, add cocoa.2. Add half the milk.3. Add powdered sugar. Keep warm.
4. Add the rest of the milk.
|1 stick butter
1/4 cup cocoa
6 tablespoons buttermilk
1 pound (4 cups) powdered sugar