This morning the little monkey’s and I teamed up to make some Monkey Bread for breakfast.
For me, the best part about Monkey Bread is the memories. A long, long time ago when I was young (ahem), I had a friend whose Mom would make Monkey Bread the morning after a slumber party. I LOVED waking up to that smell. In minutes I resembled Pavlov’s dog.
One year I asked my friend to write the recipe down for me. Ten moves and over 20 years later, I still have that little ole recipe card. I’ve copied it in other places, but I just can’t make myself throw out the original. It reminds me of Tiffany. Of sleepovers and birthday parties. Of giggling girls watching the Thriller video and listening to cassette tapes into the wee hours of the morning.
That’s the good stuff.
And it reminds me that the little things matter. I’m sure that when Tiffany’s mom drug herself out of bed those early Saturday mornings she never dreamed I’d be thinking of her while making Monkey Bread with my own kids one day. But I do.
Won’t it be fun someday to find out what little things have impacted our own children?
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Awww…that’s sweet. In more ways than one. When I talked to you earlier, you didn’t mention anything about monkey bread!!!
I remember those days too. Guess what McKenna is having a slumber party for her birthday this Friday night and she has requested
Monkey bread! That is so weird. I remember watching those videos and sleeping on the shag carpet in mom’s family room! Thanks for the
memories and keeping that recipe all these years, that brought tears to my eyes!
Brought tears to my eyes too, Tiffany, and it wasn’t my memory:) Sweet post, Jodi!
I love that Monkey Bread too! My mom used to make it for us all the time too and I still have it in my old elementary school cookbook where I submitted that recipe! I love your memories of this, sweet!