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4th of July 2015


This past weekend the majority of America celebrated Independence Day.  Here in the Adams household we attempted to do the same.

The morning began with leftover sprouted pancakes topped with fresh blueberries and strawberries. In keeping with the Whipple family tradition of red-white-and-blue waffles, I planned to whip up the little bit of cream we had left over to top our pancakes. As I was slicing berries, the husband walks in and asks what he could do to help, so I give him the task of hand whipping the cream (there was hardly any left so it wouldn't have done any good to use the KitchenAid). He is such a great whipper that he made butter...but there isn't anything wrong with spreading butter on pancakes so that's what we did. The "white" was just melted in. They were delicious. I loved that we ate leftover pancakes because there was no prep work and no clean-up, which meant we were able to do our weekly trip to the farmer's market before 8 AM.

Don't mind the half-eaten pancake. When hunger strikes...

I am so grateful for the friends who invited us over to their home to play games and eat barbecue on the 4th. We would have been alright just hanging out by ourselves but laughing and creating memories with good, Loving friends was so much better. (I italicized Loving because that is their name!)
 
The night before the 4th we were privileged to attend a "private" fireworks show put on by some members of our church out by Clinton Lake. There were probably around 750 people in attendance (okay, I really have no idea) but it was so fun to walk around during the pre-show festivities and mingle with familiar faces. Marshall and I set up our blanket on the lawn, away from the crowds, and we watched the entrancing explosions in the sky. My favorite firework was the "golden waterfall" as I called it. After the finale, we jumped up and ran while we laughed to the car so that we could get out without getting caught in too much traffic. Good times. 



 Blueberry cream popscicles! 

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