Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
I actually wrote this following Christmas 2013, not 2014. But it never got posted. Perhaps writing it helped, because my perspective was much better this year--and so was my children's!
Each year, I go into the Christmas season thinking this will be the year. This will be the year of the perfect holiday experience. I'll procure thoughtful yet inexpensive gifts for everyone on my list. We'll bake cookies and make ornaments and actually finish our Advent study. Also, my children will not fight with each other, will not be selfish and greedy, will not be consumed with the stuff they're getting rather than the joy of giving and serving. It will be peace on earth and goodwill toward men--a holy season of worship and wonder.
Somehow it never happens.
I plan it every year. I download the Advent studies. I make the to-do lists and the shopping lists and the budget outline. And it still falls apart.
We made a few ornaments this year but no cookies. My Christmas shopping all took place the weekend before the day itself and was rather uninspired. We spent all of Advent being behind on our study, and we never did finish the whole thing. My daughters longed for nearly every item they saw advertised--and a few other things to boot. I lost my temper a few times, and we never quite achieved holiness or peace or even a whole lot of goodwill.
I am a failure at the whole perfect Christmas thing.
However, I'm coming to see that failure as the most perfect Christmas celebration of all.
For Christians, this holiday is the remembrance of God himself taking on human flesh and coming to this world as a baby. Did he come to perfect people or perfect circumstances? No. His native country was under foreign control. His parents were in a strange town and had no place to stay. A manger subbed as his baby bed.
And why did he come in the first place? Was it because we were all such decent folk? Such a joy to be around? No. He came to save us from our sins. He came to keep the law we could not keep and to be the perfection we could never attain.
Each time I flop and fail and scramble, I am reminded I am not perfect. I will never be perfect. But there is One who is perfect on my behalf. He bestows on me his righteousness (now there's a perfect Christmas gift). And he meets me in all of my shortcomings because this is the very reason he came.
So take heart if your own Christmas was less than perfect. Let it remind you that it doesn't have to be--and even more importantly, you don't have to be. Even today, the Christ Child comes to dirty feeding troughs and cluttered homes and harried people. When we don't quite get it all right, we can rejoice because he did.
And in that, I find peace. Maybe not peace on earth, but peace within my own weary heart.And a heart filled with peace can give goodwill toward men in the year to come.
Monday, November 24, 2014
So Nelson took her to the eye doctor. Sure enough, the poor kid has quite the astigmatism.
She comes by it honestly. Every time I go to an eye doctor, I have to sit through hearing about just how unusually strong my astigmatism is. Doctors tend to go on and on about it. Apparently Natalie's is about as bad.
Genetics can really stink sometimes.
Making glasses astigmatism that strong means a long wait. But today we were finally able to pick them up. She's extremely excited about them. She's also excited about being able to see the computer and the letters in books more clearly. I'm pretty excited about that too.
|Natalie in her new glasses|
Sunday, November 9, 2014
|I'll never be a food photographer, will I?|
2 cups flour (I think I used about 1/2 cup all-purpose, and 1.5 cups white wheat)
2 tsp. baking powder
maybe 1/2 tsp salt (I didn't measure very well)
1/3 cup sugar
1/4 cup butter
1 cup milk (I used vanilla almond milk)
3/4 cup frozen blueberries (I may have used slightly more)
Combine the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Cut butter into the flour using a pastry blender (or two forks. Or a food processor). Once the mixture resembles those course crumbles you need for biscuits, toss in the blueberries and mix in the milk. You want a soft dough that pulls away from the side of the bowl.
If you roll and cut biscuits, do that. Roll out on floured surface to about 1/2 inch thickness and cut with a biscuit cutter. I do drop biscuits instead. Drop by spoonfuls on a greased baking sheet.
Bake at 450 degrees for 10-12 minutes.
The recipe said the yield was 10 biscuits, but I got 12.
P.S. I started writing this post on Friday. Thankfully, I've been to the grocery store since then. Pickings were getting quite slim.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
I'm certainly not a food photographer.
And I don't Pinterest.
But I know a lot of people do Pinterest. And I know a recipe needs a picture before it can be pinned.
So...voila! Bacon cheeseburger pasta!
|I'd already stowed the leftovers in the fridge before I remembered to take a pic--see slightly "frosty" look the container has?|
This is an easy recipe, and everyone ate it (yay!). I saw the original recipe in a magazine years ago, but I've long since lost it. I just recreated it tonight.
Bacon Cheeseburger Pasta
1 lb. ground beef
4 slices bacon
1 15-oz. can tomato sauce
8 oz. spaghetti, cooked
1 cup shredded cheddar (or whatever cheese you like) seasonings (more on that in a minute)
Brown ground beef in a skillet. Drain. Cook bacon until crisp, drain off grease, and crumble into beef. Season however you like your hamburgers seasoned. Tonight I used salt, pepper, garlic, onion powder, cumin, and a chipotle barbecue spice rub I have. But use what you have and like. Add tomato sauce and spaghetti noodles. Allow to simmer for 5-10 minutes. Add cheese and allow to melt.
That's it. Pretty simple.
(I would have LOVED to add sauteed mushrooms to this. My family would kill me for that. But if yours won't, give it a whirl--and send me some! I'm sure sauteed onions would be great too--but don't send me that.)