As we move into summer, we also enter strawberry season. My children beg me to buy strawberries (no matter the season) to make this dish. We have actually had it every week since school let out! I was given the recipe when I got married. I put off making it because I thought it sounded complicated, but once I made it I realized how amazingly simple it was. As a newlywed, I made this for quiet Saturdays as a brunch or for Valentine's Day breakfast. Now I'm more likely to triple the recipe and serve it for a fast dinner and hope there are leftovers for breakfast.
Puffy Strawberry Pancakes
Friday, June 24, 2016
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Starting Anew
I've neglected my blog for many reasons. Life has been busy. I didn't really know what I wanted my blog to be about and how much I wanted to share on it. I'm still not really sure, but I decided that I need a place to organize my menus. I don't want to start something new so I will do it here. I don't really want a recipe/meal planning blog, but I also am tired of feeling like I'm reinventing the wheel all the time and I keep having similar conversations with friends who want the same recipes. It is at least something I can write about each week. Perhaps it will spur me on to write out some of the other thoughts that are tumbling around in my head.
Sunday
I cooked a package of HEB chicken fajita meat. For dinner we had chicken and rice.
Monday
Chicken Stir Fry (use the rest of the chicken from Sunday)
Tuesday
Mom's Tortilla Soup
I could have saved some of the fajita meat if I had already made the meal plan, but I wasn't that farsighted. I just used a rotisserie chicken. The girls like chicken legs so I will send those for their lunch on Weds. Dennis decided he wants chicken for lunch as well.
Wednesday
Black Bean Casserole w/ Mango Salsa
Thursday
Poor Man's Veal Parmigiana
Green Beans
Friday
Crab Fettuccine
Sunday
I cooked a package of HEB chicken fajita meat. For dinner we had chicken and rice.
Monday
Chicken Stir Fry (use the rest of the chicken from Sunday)
Tuesday
Mom's Tortilla Soup
I could have saved some of the fajita meat if I had already made the meal plan, but I wasn't that farsighted. I just used a rotisserie chicken. The girls like chicken legs so I will send those for their lunch on Weds. Dennis decided he wants chicken for lunch as well.
Wednesday
Black Bean Casserole w/ Mango Salsa
Thursday
Poor Man's Veal Parmigiana
Green Beans
Friday
Crab Fettuccine
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Pregnancy Musings
Two events this week prompted a series of somewhat connected rambling thoughts.
1. I met a sweet 4 year old who had never even heard the name of Jesus or God.
2. I read a doctor's account of what occurs during a 2nd trimester abortion.
As my mind was processing these things, I realized that even my sweet 23 week gestation baby girl has heard the name of Jesus. My 3 yr old especially loves to sing to her new sister. She sings "Jesus Loves Me" and "Jesus Loves the Little Children" I love to see my children snuggle and kiss my belly as they talk to the baby. My heart especially melted to hear the little one croon, "oh baby, you are so precious to me!" My brain and my heart cannot even comprehend the deep sorrow that must surely come for those who have been blinded by Satan's lies regarding the preciousness of life.
Thinking of my children snuggling my belly reminded me that some pregnant women really don't like people touching their bellies. Generally, it does not bother me although there was that awkward moment during the first weeks of my first pregnancy when a student's dad touched my flat belly. In fact, the first time my oldest heard of Jesus was when Mrs. Drury felt my belly and whispered "Jesus loves you and so do I". Seriously, how can I not love it when she speaks words of love to my unborn child and tells me how beautiful I am as my belly gets bigger and bigger?
I am reminded of the psalmist words, "The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; indeed my heritage is beautiful to me." Ps 16:6
1. I met a sweet 4 year old who had never even heard the name of Jesus or God.
2. I read a doctor's account of what occurs during a 2nd trimester abortion.
As my mind was processing these things, I realized that even my sweet 23 week gestation baby girl has heard the name of Jesus. My 3 yr old especially loves to sing to her new sister. She sings "Jesus Loves Me" and "Jesus Loves the Little Children" I love to see my children snuggle and kiss my belly as they talk to the baby. My heart especially melted to hear the little one croon, "oh baby, you are so precious to me!" My brain and my heart cannot even comprehend the deep sorrow that must surely come for those who have been blinded by Satan's lies regarding the preciousness of life.
Thinking of my children snuggling my belly reminded me that some pregnant women really don't like people touching their bellies. Generally, it does not bother me although there was that awkward moment during the first weeks of my first pregnancy when a student's dad touched my flat belly. In fact, the first time my oldest heard of Jesus was when Mrs. Drury felt my belly and whispered "Jesus loves you and so do I". Seriously, how can I not love it when she speaks words of love to my unborn child and tells me how beautiful I am as my belly gets bigger and bigger?
I am reminded of the psalmist words, "The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; indeed my heritage is beautiful to me." Ps 16:6
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Early Morning Thoughts
As I was reading the news headlines this morning, I couldn't help but think of the following passages.
Why are the nations in an uproar, and the people devising a vain thing? The kings of the earth take their stand, and the rulers counsel together Against the Lord and against His Anointed: (Ps 2:1-2)
He who sits in the heavens laughs, The Lord scoffs at them. Then He will speak to them in His anger And terrify them in His fury. (Ps 2:4-5)
Now therefore, O kings, show discernment; Take warning, O judges of the earth. Worship the Lord with reverence, and rejoice with trembling. Do homage to the Son, lest He become angry, and you perish in the way, For His wrath may soon be kindled. How blessed are all you take refuge in Him! (Ps 2:10-12)
The king is not saved by a might army; A warrior is not delivered by great strength. A horse is a false hope for victory; Nor does it deliver anyone by its great strength. (Ps 33: 16-17)
Thus says the Lord, " Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, and let not the mighty man boast of his might, let not a rich man boast of his riches; but let him who boasts boast of this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the Lord who exercises lovingkindness, justice, and righteousness on earth; for I delight in these things," declares the Lord (Jer 9:23-24)As I think about these verses, I am thankful that I do not need to rely on governments to make what I think are right decisions to ensure my financial security, peace from conflict/wars, or a future for my children. I can trust the Creator of the universe who extends mercy, love, justice and righteousness (even if I can't see how a situation is right or just in my eyes) !
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Christmas Funnies
Oh my! One girl is home with me baking today while Daddy takes the other one Christmas shopping. We are having a lovely time, but I'm constantly cracking up with all her little conversations.
"Mom, how long do we have to live in this house? Can't we just move to a trailer"
"I am so tired; I was about to fall asleep. I really needed some caffeine."
"Presleigh can't have coffee. I guess I'm just a fortunate girl!"
Purposing to treasure these times
"Mom, how long do we have to live in this house? Can't we just move to a trailer"
"I am so tired; I was about to fall asleep. I really needed some caffeine."
"Presleigh can't have coffee. I guess I'm just a fortunate girl!"
Purposing to treasure these times
Thursday, December 15, 2011
A Woman of Excellence
I like that phrase "a woman of excellence". I want to be a woman of excellence.
I find my heart encouraged when I consider Ruth.
"...for all my people in the city know that you are a woman of excellence." Ruth 3:11
Wow! Would my husband, my children, my friends, say the same about me?
That's why I'm encouraged when I consider Ruth. I look at her life situation at the time Boaz makes this observation. She was not a world famous woman, she was not on a speaking tour, she did not discover a cure for some horrible disease, she was not managing her home, a home business and educating her children. So what was she doing?
She chose to follow the Lord. I can do this.
She chose to honor her parents (her mother-in-law Naomi) I can do this
She chose to care for her family (gleaning wheat) I can care for my family (meals, laundry, picking up their stuff again)
She was choosing to trust and obey. What am I choosing?
I find my heart encouraged when I consider Ruth.
"...for all my people in the city know that you are a woman of excellence." Ruth 3:11
Wow! Would my husband, my children, my friends, say the same about me?
That's why I'm encouraged when I consider Ruth. I look at her life situation at the time Boaz makes this observation. She was not a world famous woman, she was not on a speaking tour, she did not discover a cure for some horrible disease, she was not managing her home, a home business and educating her children. So what was she doing?
She chose to follow the Lord. I can do this.
She chose to honor her parents (her mother-in-law Naomi) I can do this
She chose to care for her family (gleaning wheat) I can care for my family (meals, laundry, picking up their stuff again)
She was choosing to trust and obey. What am I choosing?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)