In Pennsylvania, it can rain all day long and you can usually smell it if a storm is on its way. When I was a little girl, my Dad taught my sister and I how to count off the seconds between the thunder and lighting so we could tell how far away the lightning was. It was his way of giving us knowledge so we wouldn't be afraid... and it always seemed to work.
One day, we decided to watch an arriving storm from our front porch, to watch the gorgeous light play across the sky as the thunder rumbled through us. Sounds great right? Well, after just a few minutes we were freezing and hungry, so my Dad grabbed some blankets and asked us what we wanted to eat.
I had recently learned how to make Monkey Bread and knew we had dough in the fridge, so... "Monkey Bread!", everyone agreed.
Well we set to it and about half an hour later the storm was really giving us a show and all three of us were huddled under a pile of blankets on the porch, with a mound of gooey, soft, cinnamon-licious bread, still in the pan.
It was the most cozy and delicious way to experience a thunder storm... and still to this day, when the rainy season starts up, I make sure there's some dough in the fridge or freezer so my loved ones are ready for the show to start. |