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Happy Conference!

Twice a year we have church on TV (or online streaming) so we can listen to our church leaders.  It's a worldwide conference, so people from over 150 countries tune in.  It's a special occasion which John and I look forward to.  There is a long-held tradition among many members of our church to eat cinnamon rolls on this day.  Pretty much if you don't have cinnamon rolls, it's not conference.  Okay, that's not true, but when I think back to my youth I remember Regina and her cinnamon roll love which she would deliver before General Conference on Sunday.



Some of you are already familiar with the marvelous Pioneer Woman's cinnamon rolls.  They are to die for and I have been looking forward to making them for so long!  I finally got it together this morning and was not disappoined.  Mmmm!  Since we don't drink coffee I omit it from the icing but believe me they are heavenly.  If you are bored you can just read the recipe, they're that good.



I made some for the 16 and 17 year old girls that I work with at church as a special treat for conference, and also for our neighbors next door.  Thomas and Spencer delivered them, each holding a side of a paper plate with both hands.  When they handed over the loot, Thomas said, "Happy Conference!"  I'm sure our neighbors were very confused.



This conference was special and John and I are grateful the kids let us hear some of it.  Click this link to watch: General Conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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Mrs. P said…
Happy Conference! Didn't you feel like every single dang talk was about being an awesome mom? It made me so excited!

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