And they are easy. I made them Sunday morning (took about, what, 5 minutes all told?) and brought them to church for the girls in my Sunday School class. I had extra, just in case, and thought about who to give them to. There's a man in our ward who has a major sweet tooth. Plus, I love and adore him--he's one of the nicest people you'll meet. So I thought, "I'll give them to Bob."
Just so happened that we stayed late for a youth fireside. They offered good food, and we weren't about to turn that down. Bob is a youth leader, so I told him about the extra Rice Crispie treats, and, as I anticipated, his eyes lit up at the mention of extra goodies. I love making goodies for people who appreciate it. And Bob is an Appreciator, Professional Grade.
But we left early and Bob wasn't around when we made our exit. No big deal, though, cause I was making my way to his side of town later in the day. Bob lives about 20 minutes away, and I was visiting someone who lives about halfway to his house, so I just made the extra 10 minute drive and popped up at his house, unannounced, with Rice Crispie treats.
I brought a lot, cause Bob has kids. Lots of them. But I said he didn't have to share if he didn't want to. I imagined, from the look in his eyes, that he would share about 2 of the 12 (split up in 6 bite-sized pieces for his 6 kids at home*), and hoard the other 10 for himself. Bob said, "You didn't have to bring me Rice Crispie treats." I told him I'd already mentioned it to him, and that's mean to mention it and then not follow through, so I brought them over. "Yeah, but, ..." he started to say, and then, "You're very nice."
You're welcome.
And then, out of the blue, his wife Joan said, "You guys need a china hutch?" I kind of looked at her like, "What now?" She explained that she had a bunch of her mother's things that she'd been trying to sell, but no one was biting. They seemed pretty desperate to get rid of the hutch, and I thought there wasn't any harm in just looking at it.
Now, we already own a china hutch. Someone gave it to us when we first moved to Cincinnati, and we've been very grateful for it. But it's just a cheap glorified cardboard thing, and it's seen better days. So yes, I was interested in a new china hutch. Especially a free one. But you know how it is when someone offers you furniture: you never quite know what shape it's in. Even if they say "it's in great shape," that could mean ANYTHING. So I didn't have my expectations too high.
I followed Bob and Joan out to the garage. And there sat a gorgeous hardwood china hutch. It wasn't even facing me, and I knew it was gorgeous. I looked at Joan and with some amount of wonder in my voice, said, "Joan, this is BEAUTIFUL." She said she'd posted it on craigslist for $400 and got no takers. And I said, "Well, stop trying to sell it. I want it."
I offered to pay at least something for it, but she said she'd be happy just to give it to a good home. Within a few hours we had the china hutch in our home (which is a good one, I think). Joan apologized for the scratches that it had attained during moves and by being in storage. Umm, stop apologizing. It's beautiful.
We spent the rest of the evening rearranging things, moving the old china hutch downstairs (where it has become a storage hutch), and thanking Heavenly Father for the string of coincidences that brought me to Bob and Joan's door with a plate of Rice Crispie treats.And I have to say that this is the best trade I've ever made for a plate of goodies.
As I was leaving Bob's house, he said, "Thank you for the Rice Crispie treats." I just laughed. "I think we're getting the better end of that deal, Bob." He looked hungrily at his plate of Rice Crispie treats and said, "No. We are."
*If you know Bob and you're counting his kids at home on your fingers, I just guesstimated.
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