When I was a little girl, I lived in the south from the ages of 7 to 10. Oklahoma first, and then Arkansas, to be specific. We moved there when my mother remarried, and it took a whole twelve minutes for my younger sister and I to acclimate ourselves and adopt our delightful new accent. "Gram-mawww!" we'd say whenever our mother's mother called from Washington state to hear our voices. We'd press in close and talk over each other in our frenzy to spill the latest news. "We miss yew! Daddy kilt ... continue reading...
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Snickerdoodle Meets Bundt
Anyone in the mood for a nice, warm snail dumpling? No? Me neither. But if you call it a snickerdoodle, I might change my mind. According to Wikipedia (and you KNOW it's true if an anonymous person took the time to post it there, right?), here's the back story to the delectable snickerdoodle: "The Joy of Cooking claims that snickerdoodles are probably German in origin, and that the name is a corruption of the German word for "snail dumpling" (Schneckennudeln, or cinnamon-dusted sweet rolls). ... continue reading...
Chicken Pillows & Classic Wedge w/Candied Pecans and Balsamic Glaze
In the words of Brittney, spoken after her first bite at lunch today, "I'm not gonna lie to you ... this is delicious." This one takes a little time, but it's completely worth it. You should see the pile of scraped-clean plates in my kitchen right now. The chicken pillows are light, airy and cheesy, surrounded by a satisfyingly crunchy crescent shell. There's nothing at all to either the gravy or the classic wedge salad (which is similar to Outback's). Even the balsamic reduction is so simple ... continue reading...
On Trash and Treasures … and Starting Over
On Thursdays, we turn into an old married couple. Although no pastor I know ever actually takes an entire day off, Dave tries to stay away from his office on Thursdays, and he likes to pretend (though I know differently) that he's not thinking about church and the people it contains. We begin the day with a cup of coffee -- same as every other morning -- but this cup is sipped leisurely. Sighs of satisfaction usually occur at some point. I wait as long as I can. Eventually, when I can't stand ... continue reading...
Step By Step
I'm off to teach a women's retreat this weekend. Here's a post from a few years ago ... Sometimes, when he accepts that second piece of pie or another not-needed cinnamon roll, he does so only to satisfy me. And when he gives in to my urging and accepts a handful of vitamins and a glass of water, he does it to nourish me. So when he stepped back in the house before our walk today, and put on the coat he felt he didn't need, I know he did it to warm me. "It's so cold!" I'd said. "Look at the way ... continue reading...
Better Than Banana Bread
They say that necessity is the mother of invention. (As a side note ... do any of us know who "they" are?) Anyway, in this case, "they" were right. I wanted to make banana bread for church last night, but had more bananas than it takes for one batch, and less than it takes for two. And I really wanted to bring two. So I twiddled a little with my usual banana bread recipe and came up with something that I think is much better than plain old banana bread. My little plan backfired, however. Zac ... continue reading...