Monday, August 28, 2017

Camera Ready

So, I am a food blogger (like that’s news to you, LOL). My kitchen is my happy place. I love working on new recipes, tweaking old ones, cooking, baking even cleaning! I just love spending time in there.

But, what’s a gal to do when she spends a whole Sunday working on a recipe and it comes out looking like road kill deeming the fruits of her labors unworthy of the scrutinizing food blogging world??? We eat with our eyes first, right? Well seriously, if this came to me on a plate in a restaurant, I’d probably send it back. No…I’m SURE I’d send it back!

So, here’s what happened: I tried my hand at lasagna roll-ups and apparently used too much sauce and too much cheese (insert big frown here – the term “too much cheese” isn’t a phrase I use very often). After all, it was my own recipe and not everything can come out right the first time, right (hands in pockets and kicking the dirt)?

Well, I had no other alternative than to eat my failure /unappealing creation and you know what??? It’s delicious! I just used all the basic ingredients found in lasagna; spread the ricotta mixture onto each individual noodle, 

rolled them up, placed them in a cast iron skillet with a little sauce poured in the bottom, 

then poured the remaining sauce over it all and sprinkled a combination of cheeses over the top and baked it.

But here’s the thing with food blogs: 1) the food HAS to look good first – good enough to catch people’s attention (like, you want your blog followers practically licking the screen) and B) it has to actually taste amazing – amazing enough to share with the rest of the world and invite them all over for dinner and finally…4) the recipe itself should be easy to prepare; not a lot of fuss. Yes, the term “user friendly” applies here.

As I stood at the kitchen counter eating my disaster (a.k.a. scarfing down the evidence of a recipe gone wrong), it donned on me just how much I can personally identify with this whole experience.

For example: I absolutely detest having my picture taken first thing in the morning…or any other time, for that matter. I mean, really. Who bounces out of bed at o’dark thirty looking picture perfect and ready to greet the day??? (OK, I know a few of you who can pull if off, but I’m not one of ‘em). Even on Christmas morning when we’re all sitting around in our jammies and one of the kids wants to capture Mom’s reaction to a special gift, you’ll see nothing but the palm of my hand in every pic as I try desperately to spare the world from the horrors of “Morning Debbie.”

I’m just so glad that God doesn’t judge us based on our camera readiness, even though it seems this whole crazy world demands it at all times. We’re expected to always be “on” like the cameras are always rolling and we’re expected to give our best effort at everything we do.

You have searched me, Lord,
    and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
    you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
    you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
    you, Lord, know it completely. (Psalm 139:1-4)

The essence of who we really are is so much more than skin deep. So much more than what others see on the surface and so much more than what a lens can capture. I think I’d rather strive for a camera-ready heart; a heart of love and compassion, forgiveness because I’ve been forgiven, of reverence for the God Who knows my thoughts before I do, a deep, undying love for my family and my country, thankfulness for a life filled with blessings, and an appreciation for the lessons learned along the way.

Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in your midst? (1 Cor. 3:16)

And in the end, when it’s all said and done and we’ve breathed our last, what we threw on a plate and tried to pass off as “food” won’t matter. What WILL matter is at the very essence of who we really are is found a camera-ready heart.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Let's Create a Family Recipe Book!

I have felt a real prompting lately; actually, more like a gentle shove off a steep cliff! (I'm a little stubborn and sometimes that's what it takes). I guess I'm still learning that dreams are just thoughts until we put wings and faith to them. If we let apprehension and insecurity hold us back, we'll never experience some of the joys God has in store for us or for others. I try not to jump off that cliff with EVERY idea I have, but this one has been around awhile.

When I married my husband back in '88, my grandmother gave me a bridal shower. She asked all the guests to bring at least one or more of their favorite recipes to share with me. I ended up with quite a stack of cherished, handwritten, tried-and-true recipes from grandmothers, my mom, my sweet aunts, cousins and friends and I still treasure them to this day! I have many more than what this photo shows and each one always brings a smile.

These recipes...your recipes...are a part of family history; a part of who we are. I just feel they should be enjoyed and preserved for the next generation (and in some cases, even perfected, LOL).

I would love to help you create a beautiful collection of favorite family recipes to share with generations to come. Recipes, photos of loved ones along with comments or stories about each one can evoke the most cherished of memories. If you'd like to preserve your family traditions in this way and create a lasting memento, you're welcome to leave a comment or contact me at the email address given in the photo for more information.

Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God. (Titus 2:3-5)

He decreed statutes for Jacob
    and established the law in Israel,
which he commanded our ancestors
    to teach their children,
 so the next generation would know them,
    even the children yet to be born,
    and they in turn would tell their children. (Psalm 78:5-6)

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Perfect Imperfection

Yesterday was a big laundry day, and I do mean a "wash and fold everything in sight and get it put away" kind of laundry day. I also vacuumed, cleaned the kitchen, made dinner, washed rugs and sheets and everything in between. 

Mondays are like that around here. It’s the day I tidy up all the remnants of a busy weekend and hope it lasts till…Tuesday!

But who am I kidding? I will never be able to accomplish all that needs to be done around this place. There will always be a missing sock or a clump of dog hair under the couch (right next to a stale potato chip). There will always be weeds in the flower beds, dog nose art on my windows and maybe a few drops of something sticky on the floor in front of the fridge. It is home, after all! Life happens here.

But it seems no matter how hard I work at cleaning, fixing and doing there will always be something messy and needing attention in my life, and I’m learning to be OK with that. Having an imperfect house…an imperfect me acknowledges my great need for a Savior.

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. (Romans 2:23-24)

The only "perfect" element in my life is Jesus. He brings perfection to my imperfect day. He is my strength when I crumble in weakness and He lights my path on the darkest days. In Him, all is made perfect and new.

And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” (Acts 4:12)


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