The musings of Paj Dawb (Hmong for "White Flower") - I serve the mentally ill/disabled by day, teach piano by night, and spent 6 years worshiping side-by-side with the Latter-Day Saint (Mormon) Hmong community in Alaska. There's nothing average to see here...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
My father made cookies and left them on top of the stove.
When I first saw them them I thought, "Oh goodness, there sits chocolate, milk, and egg ridden yummy creations."
I realized they were not at all a temptation.
So I took a picture with my phone and decided to share.