But not gushy or mushy. I try not to get gushy or mushy.
We are getting back into having Family Home Evening (or abbreviated FHE, it's on Monday nights and it's a family togetherness night when we have a gospel-oriented discussion, sing a song, and EAT TREATS!). FHE with teenagers has been a bit of a challenge because of scheduling. Katie was always gone somewhere and now Jimmy works. Paul isn't in a sport right now, but when he is, he could be gone on a Monday night. And on and on. Many nights of "oops, we're too busy to have FHE" eventually turned into many months. But like I said, we are getting back on track.
Last night, Hayley was in charge of the treats for FHE, which we pointed out to her on Sunday. She said, "Can I make gooshy mooshy?"
Gooshy mooshy is a family favorite (except for Jim, who would likely rather go without a treat than eat it), and when the kids were all about 10 years younger (which would make Matt either nonexistent or only a little existent) they wanted to make it ALL THE TIME. For a couple of years, we had gooshy mooshy every week for FHE (which might explain why Jim doesn't like it).
Gooshy mooshy is basically a peanut butter based edible playdough. The kids have called it gooshy mooshy ever since first setting hand in the dough. If you want the recipe, it's 1 c. dry nonfat instant milk, 1/2 c. peanut butter, and 1/2 c. honey. Mix with your hands, roll into balls or whatever shape you want to, and chill for a bit. That's it. Easy! That's why it's such fun for the kids.
So they made gooshy mooshy yesterday afternoon. We even involved fake child, who got her own bowl to mix. Paul participated too; he is not beyond reliving his childhood. But I didn't remember the camera until he had already finished and washed his hands.
So later that night, Jimmy came home from work and we were just about to sit down for our FHE, and Jimmy asked, "Are we still gonna make gooshy mooshy?"
I replied, "The kids did it this afternoon."
"Did they make enough for everybody?"
"Yes, I told them that they will be sharing with you."
"Can I still make my own?"
Heehee! He still wanted to make gooshy mooshy! I frankly thought he would have considered himself to old and mature to make gooshy mooshy anymore. I got out a bowl for him and he went to town (eating most of it while he was gooshing and mooshing the dough). Sadly I didn't take a picture.
But here is one of him taking a nap.He says he wasn't sleeping. I say he was.