I just happened upon this little tidbit of information. Today is National Cream Puff Day. I am originally from the state of Wisconsin and transplanted to Minnesota in 1973, so I truly consider myself a Minnesotan. Whenever the Green Bay Packers play the Minnesota Vikings, I feel a bit torn as to who I should root for. Yesterday’s game was like that, but I digress. Being from the dairy state, I often attended the Wisconsin State Fair and would relish the thought of biting into one of these delectable treats. In fact, in 2011, the largest cream puff ever made weighed 125 pounds. This mammoth cream puff measured 38 inches wide by 7 ½ inches tall. Can you imagine trying to bite into something like that?

Cream puffs hold a special memory in the bank within my head. It was a couple years after we moved into our first home in Minnesota. We were, as we were most of the time, just getting by. I made a trip to the local Piggly Wiggly and there they were in the refrigerator case – cream puffs. My grocery budget didn’t include such a luxury, but I couldn’t help myself. I purchased 5 of the decadent desserts without a guilty conscience – even though I traded them for necessities. When it came time for dessert that evening, I brought out the little treasures. My family was eager to dig in as much as I was, so we wasted no time at all devouring them. After one bite, everyone looked at each other and I could tell this was a big mistake. The memory of those State Fair creampuffs shattered. Not one person liked them, so dessert time became a food fight with cream and puffs flying everywhere. When the table was completely engulfed, we took the fight outside. Even the dog got involved, enjoying every lick. At least he liked them. It was one of those spontaneous incidents that happen sometimes in families.

This story is true. We have not since had a food fight – nor have we purchased cream puffs. The entire incident did prepare me, however forty some years later when I was hit with a pie in the face, while onstage during a theatrical performance. I guess everything in life has a purpose.


Disclaimer – I have placed this blog in the parenting category, but I wouldn’t recommend doing this at home, unless you have mastered the art of cleaning cream puffs off the wall.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Lifetime Chicago says:

    I love sweets but have hated crèam puffs. They look nice on you!

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    • says:

      LOL – You wouldn’t believe all the pies in the face I received during that run. Not only in actual performance, but rehearsals too., Trying to find the right filling for the pie was a challenge. Real whipped cream melted in the lights, shaving cream made my eyes burn and didn’t taste very. We opted for Ready whip.


  2. LOL! I love cream puffs. Haven’t had a good food fight for a while, but it’s on my list.

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  3. hatrack4 says:

    Please not cream puffs too. A neighbor dropped by with sausage, sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes – Pittsburgh New Year’s tradition. My wife got a New Year Pretzel, although we have no idea why or how that tradition works. I prepared ham to go with black-eyed peas and collard greens – a Southern New Year’s Tradition – that is before the neighbor arrived. I am overloaded with food. Please, no more! We have a lot of leftovers in case you want to come over.

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  4. DeniseBalog says:

    Cream puffs will never look the same! Thank you for sharing your very memorable family story! Happy New Year!

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  5. Oh my! I was enjoying the image of sweet, light cream puffs. (Being from Montana, I certainly don’t have the same vision as a person growing up in Wisconsin.). Then, the cream puff combat zone jumps out of nowhere. I forgot to duck!

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