I was SO sure I had already posted this recipe, because it is just about the easiest thing you could ever pull together, and I make it a bunch, and why would I not have already shared that here? But when a friend asked me about it the other day,
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On Sundays, I often come home already missing those I’ve left behind. I love this group of people. And I love what God has done in our midst. He’s created a family who worships together, studies together, dines together, and prays together. Here’s a post about the latter …
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Oh, how I love Saté … Sate … Satay. WhatEV. You can’t ruin this dish. Spell it however you like, burn the edges, forget to wipe the sauce off the rim of the dish before you take the picture … it doesn’t matter. This is a-may-ay-zing. I played around with
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While on our trip to the East Coast, we witnessed an unexpected outburst by an old woman. I’ll give you all the details in another post, but for now, here’s an old post that came to mind while I was mulling it all over.
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I had the BEST time on the east coast last week! My friend, Cora, and I attended three women’s conferences in eight days, I taught four classes, we ate at Cracker Barrel twice, ate cheese steak in Bellmawr and Philly, had pizza in New York, discovered Rita’s, were wowed by
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I’ve been missing my dad this week, and wishing he was only a dial away. He had a way of taking the trouble out of a day, and calming all things stormy … and that’s hard to come by in this world. Here’s the post I wrote just before our
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I saw the boy as Dave and I were driving out the back entrance of the Starbucks parking lot. I’m amazed I noticed him at all because I was totally consumed with my iced grande soy latte. I’d been trying to get up the courage to try a soy latte
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We run through the obligatory script, the way you do every time you approach a checker at the grocery store. “How ya doing?” she asks. “Fine. How are you today?” “I’m good.” I assume it will end there; if often does. I’m tired from my workout at the Y and
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I made this cake a few days ago, just for the sake of emptying my cupboard of one cake mix and three packages of instant pistachio pudding mix. But as these things have a habit of doing, my cake took on a life of its own …
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In the past, I’ve made a great big deal about the carpet, and what I permit to step upon it. But … hear me out. Shoes bring germs. Am I right? If those shoes have walked the concrete of a city — and I’m thinking New York City here —
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So I made turkey stock this week. A LOT of turkey stock. My goal had been to make a big batch of turkey noodle soup. But then I saw a bag of peas in the freezer … and the soup turned into pot pie. This isn’t really a post about
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