Plum Dumplings

Homer invited me over to wear a pink apron and make Romanian Plum Dumplings last Sunday while we listened to the first session of conference. Being in the kitchen alone together made me feel like we were back to being companions again, living in an apartment with a small view of the Black Sea.

The dumplings turned out delicious. I bit into one and felt like I was back in Romania, sitting at a strangers couch, being offered strange food to eat.

The best part of the morning was Megan's constant giddiness about making the dumplings. It was an intricate process (most romanian food is) with removing the plums' pit, replacing it with cinnamon sugar, making potato dough, covering plums, boiling them, rolling them in toasted crumbs... etc. Through the entire process Megan kept exclaiming "I'm so excited!".

I had a dream the other night that I was getting ready to serve my 3rd mission. Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine serving a mission again. I've been home over five years from Romania, and still think about that fantastic country daily. I still get over-whelmed with gratitude when I think of how lucky I was to go to that magical place. There is nowhere in the world like it.

It felt good bringing back some of those forgotten memories with Megan last week. Romania took a lot from us (my equanimity and Megan's thyroid) but gave us so much in return. Memories I'd swap my thyroid for any day.