Saturday at Marg's Kitchen

Marg loves to start Saturday with a 'sleep in'

 Next on my agenda is a freshly brewed cup of coffee, preferably in bed.

Most Saturdays for me are very unstructured.
A bit of baking or tidying up and a time to catch up with family.

Many times it's a phone call or a quick text.

"Coffee on?"

It was a while back when my kids told me to start texting.
I have also learned that they only respond by text if it's of priority to them.
Do you know how to get your kids to respond quickly?
This morning I text them and inquired if anyone was game for fresh cinnamon buns.
You can see by the collage that they all responded within 4 minutes.


So I quickly whipped up a batch of Gooey Cinnamon Buns (MGCC pg.128)
I had made the dough the evening before which gave me a head start. (MGCC pg.116)

Coffee and fresh baking have always brought friends and family together.
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My Saturday's have come along way from my early growing up years.

We too had a very structured Saturday which meant washing, cleaning, and baking.

Yes, I too had to lay out the newspapers and polish the shoes.

And the cows had to be curried and groomed for Sunday.

But there's an interesting twist to this story:

I remember one special day, Saturday, March 18, 1963, when I was 11 years old.

I had completed all my duties and even had my bath.

Do you know what it's like to share one bathroom with 9 people?

My hair was even squeaky clean.

The cows were milked early.  The chores were completed. 

 I was ready to go...my father had planned a special outing.

He was the youth leader at that time in Clearbrook Mennonite Brethern Church.

And he was taking us to watch some of his youth play basketball in the provincial champion game.

We drove all the way to the UBC War Memorial Gymnasium.

It was one of my earliest highlights that I can remember,
watching MEI win the provincial championship game of 1963.
Little did I know that my future husband was also attending the same event.
And to this day, many Saturday evenings are still prioritized for basketball.
Last weekend, once again we saw a former classmate,  bring his team to the
provincial championship. It was also a weekend of celebrating with the champions of 1963!
Yes, I too had my bath again and made sure my hair was squeaky clean.
But I don't think I really cared if the chickens were fed or not.

But what caught my eye at the game became quite astonishing.
In front of me sat a young fan, cheering on her team.
She was beating her wooden spoon to the tune on a bread pan.
I immediately thought that she must be Mennonite!
Mennonites can not only cook, but they can also cheer.

So put on a fresh pot of coffee and call someone up...
I don't think they will refuse.