I don’t know which Easter – two years ago I think – when I learned the resurrection rolls (some call them tomb rolls) from Emily Belle Freeman (In one of the Easter videos that she did with David Butler) Neither David Butler nor I had ever heard of the disappearing marshmallow treat. They souned good along with symbolic message and I tried them.
I vaguely remember explained the
symbols as I held up the marshmallow and said that it would represent Jesus’
body and that we would symbolically prepare the body in oil (melted butter) and
fine spices (cinnamon and sugar) and dress His body (the crescent roll or
biscuit or whatever I happened to use) and when we opened the oven His body
would no longer be inside. I don’t know
what recipe I used.
Yesterday I decided that I would
surprise the other two as they slept, I would prepare the rolls so that they
would be ready when Richard and Jaime arose.
They looked like small rolls going in, but quite disastrous coming out –
more representations of the stone that had rolled away leaving several muddy
trails. I didn’t even think to take
pictures of my step by step process. When
I decided I would blog about this, there was only one roll left. And it actually does look appealing as a
cookie. But it is not a cookie but a
deflated roll.
The results of my tomb rolls were not
near as bad as the cold weather that was far from spring in air quality –
though we have had signs of blossoms and new growth. I admire the courage of the plants that have
broken through despite the painful bites of the elements. I don’t
remember such a cold Easter. Couldn’t tell that from today.
Mother
Nature’s April Fool’s joke.
