Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Heated 2 T of a garlic and ginger infused oil that I had on hand, then added the following:
2T black mustard seed- stirred in and heated until they started popping (and making a huge mess!)
Add in 2 T ground coriander
2T brown sugar
1T ground cumin
1 1/2 t salt
1/4 t cayenne pepper
1/2 t chili powder
1/2 t asafatida
1/2 t turmeric
Stirred all of that to a paste, then added 6 C dry roasted peanuts which I stirred constantly until peanuts were well coated and spices had had a chance to roast into the nuts.
Mighty tasty! And the house smells so so so good!
Monday, March 30, 2009
But the fun part of bubble tea isn’t the colours or the flavours, it’s the ‘bubbles’.
Big, black, balls of chewy tapioca are what make bubble tea such an interesting experience. These pearls are about the size of small marbles and they sink to the bottom of your cup. This tea is usually served with a gigantic straw just the right size for slurping up these gummy treats.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
So, we're going to observe Earth Hour tonight. I'm not going to get any big ideas about what will happen during that hour. I am reminded of the time when the girls were small and I borrowed a kerosene lamp so that we could read Little House books by lamp light while we ate some pudding made out of a Laura Ingalls cookbook. I could barely see to read to them, the pudding was not so great, and the hour went on for a very long time! I'll let you know how we spend our time tomorrow night.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
While thinking of these fine- salt of the earth, big wide open hearted folks, I thought of this journal entry from last year.
Stumbling into the Steadfast 1/19/08
On Sunday Cindy invited folks to share their baptism stories as sort of an interactive part of the sermon. All of the stories were of people's own recollections of their baptisms. In other words, Baptist baptisms. Non infant baptisms. I've had one of each, but didn't choose to share either story. I thought about my adult baptism at Deer Park and the lunch that Joy Lee Foley had afterwards for my parents and all of my friends. But on this particular day, it's that first baptism that touches my heart as I think of it. I, of course, have no memory of it myself but have plenty of pictures of it and a tiny pink New Testament signed by the pastor who baptized me to prove that it happened. My parents look very confident and happy in the pictures. I look very clueless. But it mattered. The people of my little church took very seriously the vows they made to me that day, as did my parents. For the second baptism, I had a decision to make and an aisle to walk and a life to surrender. For the first one, I just had to show up. The members of that little church made promises to me that day- and 50 years later I can say that they have kept every one. I have been loved and prayed for and clucked over all my life by the people of Clifton Heights Methodist and later Fern Creek United Methodist. I have been a sweet little girl, an unattractive and maladjusted 10 year old, an attention seeking teen, and a totally absent and inattentive adult to them, but they have remained steadfast in their commitment to me.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
- Visualize myself taking a nap on a screened sleeping porch with a tin roof in the rain.
- Try to remember details of Camp Loucon, the camp I went to during my teen years, from the entrance all the way through the camp
- Think of a hymn that starts with each letter of the alphabet
- When the girls were small, all three of us would lay on our backs in their bed in the dark looking at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and pretend we were on a boat floating, each of us describing what we saw or heard. Sometimes I revisit that still.
- Imagine that I am in a horse -pulled sleigh bundled up warmly and being pulled through a beautiful moonlit open countryside.
- Imagine that my feet are weightless and floating free, then my legs, and on up to my head, then imagine that they are weighted to the bed, again going from the legs and working its way up.
- Imagine what I would do to each room of my house if money were no object. This one is only used as a back-up, as it sometimes is more stimulating than restfull.
- Listen in the darkness for each person (and dog) in the house, "hearing" them sighing and sleeping, then picturing how they look as they sleep, then saying a tiny prayer over each.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I don't know for sure what a professional might do with my family in the way of a video, but it could never be as gorgeous as this! And wouldn't it just be too too fun to have such a video?
If you're planning a wedding, or need invitations to anything, or just make things, or just like pretty things.....this is a great site for you!
Not that these bags would even hold my wallet, but how cute are they?!
I'm a sucker for kids crafts and for paint chips, so of course I loved these.
This, only messier and with pottery is my dream dream dream. I've always wanted to open one of these clubs.
And for some odd reason, I fantasize about owning one of these.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
My sister has done a million trillion kind and generous things for me in my lifetime, but not one thing comes even close to the gift of making me an aunt.
All day long I have been playing a sort of movie backwards in my mind- the thought of Sara behind the wheel of a yellow bug, Sara who used to give me the best back rubs, Sara who scooted over and made a place at the table for my girls when they came suddenly into our family, Sara who spilled all of her easter eggs every time she leaned over to pick up another in Nana's yard, Sara who hopped into her pink Barbie car and sent it bucking in reverse, Sara who on the second time I saw her had on a little tiny hat with a shamrock on it, Sara who quite literally took my breath away the first time I met her nestled in her mother's arms just minutes after her birth.
When Sara was born, a short 16 years ago today, we already knew she was going to be a girl, that her name would be Sara. We knew that she would be bright and pretty because, well, her parents were bright and pretty, and she would be ours, so of course she would be bright and pretty. What we didn't know was what joy she would bring us all, that she would so unswervingly follow in the way of our Lord, how big and tender and broken her heart would be for the world, that she would have an artist's spirit, that she would be as beautiful on the outside as the inside.
When Sara and Brandon were little, I had these hopes of being the "cool" aunt. I read a quote the other day that I think better summarizes how it all ended up though- “The building has all the requisites of a great aunt. She is neither very pretty nor elegant, but she has enduring qualities of character.”~Richard Oulahan
Truth is, I'm pretty sure they never ever thought I was cool and probably picture me more in the line of a crazy old woman who keeps 17 cats. It was THEY who became cool! I had that all pictured wrong. It is I who look up to THEM!!!
And so, I celebrate Sara at 16 today, and can't wait to celebrate her at 18 and at 21 as she just grows more wonderful each day.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
8 Songs I listen to with the volume up when I'm home alone..
Love Shack- The B52's
Order My Steps- GMWA Women of Worship
Hey Ya!- OutKast
Thou, Oh Lord- Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Don't you Hear Jerusalem Moan- Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
White Freight Liner- Lyle Lovett, Ricky Skaggs, and Allison Kraus
Ringa Ringa- AR Rahman
Single Ladies (Put a Ring on it)- Beyonce'
Friday, March 13, 2009
Sure, we do the work of the church, and a lot of it, and good work. But what fuels us to do that is the gift of dear friendship that just happened somewhere along the line as we were going over agendas and planning dream sessions and encouraging the gifts of its members. It is truly my favorite thing about church these days.
Oh, that I could/would look as forward to all the other meetings in my life! Don't tell the girls! They might stop being so sympathetic about poor mom going off to such a long meeting after working all day!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
And what could be cuter in the world than these?!!
And if Meera's little face doesn't make your day, what on earth would?
And this goes beyond cute into the work of art category!
And this story fits into the beautiful category too.
And this is the sweetest of the sweetest. I can't even stop thinking about them!!
And just for fun........
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
8 Signs of God's Presence this week
1. Tiny, tiny, tiny little shoots from my Stella lillies breaking through the ground just today, so tiny that I had to look really hard to spot them.
2. Susan making the very labor intensive Mayan Cafe' lima bean recipe for the community on Monday night.
3. Shameka's passion- this week all focused on the Invisible Children.
4. This song, so beautiful that I want to raise my hands in the air - L'Incoronazione Di Poppea: Pur Ti Miro by Christina Pluhar, Nuria Rial & Philippe Jaroussky Monteverdi
5. Chiayim's dimple so deep that I fall into it every time he smiles, even when I don't want to!
6. A Spring day so warm that I was able to sit on the front porch and re-connect with all of my "porch friends".
7. In a whispered prayer said with Kendra as she heads out the door on a day when her heart was anxious.
8. In this quiet moment while I can hear kids and partner and dogs all snoring, the click of things rolling in the dryer, and I am reflecting on God's generosity.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
My precious little Herbie! Although Herbie hasn't been able to walk on our kitchen floor for years, he manages to crawl his way from the living room to this rug- I call it swimming to his island. It takes him a very long time and he does a lot of grunting but he never gives up, and he is so proud of himself once he gets there! From this vantage point he can see us having dinner and having mastered the "poor pitiful me" look can often score a scrap of something once we get up from the table. See how he can make a little tear well up in his eye! Who can resist him? Certainly not one of us!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I'm sure many of you have been here on a Wednesday night or at a meeting or some other gathering around here when Cindy has asked us to be still and aware of God's presence within and all around us. Almost always once she says those simple words, I breathe in, breathe out, and I totally sense the presence of God.......within and all around. But sometimes when she calls us into God's presence........I am thinking.........”did I remember to turn the crockpot on?”
Sometimes when I am riding the shuttle to work and making my to do list for the day with some Michael Franti playing on my iPod, someone waiting on the corner catches my eye and they are so earnest and so dear that it catches my breath and makes me want to cry.
Almost every time I trace the corridors of my labyrinth I find God waiting for me at the center. But not always. And sometimes at the end of a long day when I'm throwing yet another load into the laundry, turning a pants leg right side out, I am certain that I have been joined, that some hand touches me and tells me that this is noble work.
All of this to say that I see God's presence, whether I try to or not. And that trying doesn't always make it so.
C.S. Lewis said that there are steps we can take to avoid God's presence. He suggests, “Avoid silence, avoid solitude, avoid any train of thought that leads off the beaten track. Concentrate on money, sex, status, health and (above all) on your own grievances. Keep the radio on. Live in a crowd. Use plenty of sedation. If you must read books, select them very carefully. But you’d be safer to stick to the papers. You’ll find the advertisements helpful; especially those with a sexy or a snobbish appeal.” (Christian Reflections, pp. 168-169).”
I hope that in the week ahead you sense God's presence within and all around you, sometimes because you sought it out, and sometimes taking you by complete surprise.