On my left arm and hand, I have two identical scars. I received both in the exact same way, doing the exact same activity ... two years apart. I know what you're thinking, but no, I wasn't bull-fighting. Nor was I bungy-jumping, sky-diving or knife-throwing. No, I earned my scars during a different teeth-clenching, death-defying activity: teaching. Both times, I was teaching a history lesson about the Revolutionary period to a group of homeschooled children, and both times I dribbled hot wax on ... continue reading...
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Dutch Babies
Look at that. See those tiny, frothy butter bubbles? Hot out of the oven. And the hardest part of this Dutch Babies recipe is pushing the "on" button on the blender ... that's always so exhausting. You just can't go wrong with this recipe. It's my go-to whenever we have overnight guests, or we're in the mood for pancakes but I'm NOT in the mood to stand over the stove for 45 mindless minutes. It really is a pancake, you know. Some people call them Puff Pancakes, which is okay, but not as ... continue reading...
Poor Soup
Like the title? That's what my grandmother, Micky, used to call this soup. The only thing is, the little package of smoked ham hocks I bought for this put me back $7.00, so I'm not so sure it applies any more. Maybe we should call it "Doing Okay if I Can Afford $7 for Ham Hocks" Soup. I had a hankering for this yesterday. And yes, that's something else Grandma taught me. han·ker·ing /ˈhæŋkərɪŋ/ [hang-ker-ing] noun: a longing; craving. See how many times you can slip that into a ... continue reading...
And When He Is Old …
I had a really wonderful talk with my son the other day. He's 22 now, and a husband and a father. Life is not yet a smooth path before him (but then, when is it for any of us?) Something about that conversation reminded me of this one ... "Hi, Mom," I hear. A man's voice, and not my son's, comes crackling through the phone. I scooch up higher in bed, hoping the extra few inches will land me in that elusive current of "Yes, I can hear you now." It works. We'd spoken earlier in the day, when his ... continue reading...
Pecan Tassies
A long time ago -- long before I'd begun acquiring my people -- I acquired this fancy little gadget, which my friend ordered from a man in Philadelphia who was handy at carving fancy little gadgets. I think she ordered one for me so I would stop badgering her into baking me batches and batches of my at-the-time most favorite dessert: Pecan Tassies. Lois looked relieved when she shoved her gift across the table toward me. "And here's the recipe," she added. Despite the period at the end of her ... continue reading...
Hungry
In those early days, when I came to the realization that the God of Sunday actually lived and breathed and beckoned for me all the other days of the week as well, and I fell into those warm arms and whispered, "Not just my Savior, but now my Lord," I reached for His love letter and began to read. I read as though the pages were bread, and I, a starving woman. I read before I left my bed each morning -- grateful that the sun had roused me from sleep (which I counted to be wasted hours) and ... continue reading...