A Sacrifice

Yesterday I was chatting with my brother about Pioneer Day. In Utah we celebrate the anniversary of Mormon Pioneers entering the Salt Lake Valley on July 24th, 1847. The journey that was theirs was unique and difficult and as a native Utahn I feel a special pride in celebrating those who sacrificed so much so I could live in such a beautiful area of the nation. It is a family tradition to get together as parents, children, grandchildren, and cousins and watch the parade from a shady area in downtown Salt Lake City.

Perhaps it's because my Grandpa liked good food, maybe it was the large amount of kids needing reward for sitting and viewing a long parade, it could be that Grandma and Grandpa had 6 daughters and 1 son, but goodies are a major part of this tradition. And so my brother asks me: (because I now help carry the goodies tradition with rocky road brownies or banana cupcakes or oatmeal-raisin bars)

"What are you going to take to the parade this year?"

So I think....then I ask my husband....he responds,
"I'll make a sacrifice for you." oh how sweet "You can try all the recipes you want and I will taste test them all."