I’m sure this list is incomplete. Perhaps you have some ideas up your sleeve that I have not come up with. Please share!
Tags: Food, great finds, kitchen cares, recipes, winter
I’m sure this list is incomplete. Perhaps you have some ideas up your sleeve that I have not come up with. Please share!
Tags: Food, great finds, kitchen cares, recipes, winter
Last week was our baking week for CHRISTmas. Below are photos of most and recipes:
Aunt Barbara’s Mexican Wedding Cakes. See recipe here.

These are light but taste similar to shortbread

Dipped Pretzel Sticks

These are easy for even the smallest child.
Super easy and super good, creamy fudge. See recipe here.

Anne

Anne
Peanut Butter Cookies With Kisses. See recipe here.

Peanut Butter Cookies With Kisses
We also made:

All the cookies laid out for the neighbors
After the plates were wrapped, we drove around town caroling and handing out these lovelies to our dear friends and neighbors. We had a couple neighbors gone, so those will probably be distributed tonight.
Tags: Anne, Emily, Family, Food, hospitality, Jay, kitchen cares, Photos, recipes, winter
Does your family have traditions? I am becoming more keenly aware that we have traditions that my husband I didn’t even know we had! Last summer, as we were headed to a local lake (more like a pond) to swim, and after everyone was packed in the van, the dialog went something like this:
“Oh! Where’s the ‘Second Chapter of Acts’ tape? We have to listen to it when we go to Lake Elmo!” My response? “We do???” Everyone piped in, “Yes! Don’t your remember? We always listen to it when we go to Lake Elmo.”
Another instance: While butchering our deer this year, our son ran to the computer to put on “Dad’s music play list on his Real Player….because, apparently, it is tradition. We also learned that when we cut up deer, pizza has been the normal fare, so pizza it was. We are making memories as we do these things together.
We have never been a family with a lot of tradition. Oh, we bake cookies and enjoy certain foods on particular days, but the kids have clung to things that we had not considered. Honestly, it really does make things special.
Years ago, my husband laid down the “rule” that there was not to be any Christmas music listened to, played, or sung until December 1st. The idea behind this was to keep Thanksgiving and Christmas special, respectively. Consequently, the kids now have created the tradition that whoever can stay awake long enough, turns on Christmas music at the strike of midnight. This year was rather humorous: At the strike of 12, I awoke to alarms of music going off all over the house playing different Yule greetings. When I got up at 5:30, I heard the softest, most welcoming Celtic Christmas music. It was so sweet and it reminded me of how these little things mean so much.
As I think about what the kids grow up remembering most about this holiday season, their father’s and my prayer is that they remember foremost why we even celebrate. What is this all about? Just to make warm memories that will fade away? We celebrate not an infant and His birth, but rather, we celebrate with thanksgiving and praise that our awesome God loved us lowly sinners so much that He made Himself into a man to be the ultimate sacrifice for us! Where would we be without His love for us? What joy we should all have for this glorious thing! We should celebrate Resurrection Sunday with such vigor!
May this season, however you celebrate it, leave you and your children with fond memories of a great Savior and His unfathomable love and sacrifice for us.
I know it’s been awhile since I have written….yes… I have all kinds of excuses, the main one being…life happens. And just to prove my point, I thought I’d share a bit about a morning I experienced last week.
Too much excitement before 5am
My alarm didn’t go off at 3:50 like it was supposed to in order for me to take my oldest son, Ben, to work. I did awake to Ben knocking on my door at 4:10. I hurriedly jumped out of bed and got dressed. We left as soon as I got my coat and shoes on.
Thankfully, he started the pickup for us an hour earlier, which didn’t do a whole lot of good because the draft in the pick up is so bad, we shivered the whole time. It was somewhere around 15°.
I got him to work fine, but when I came up our driveway, there was a huge snow drift that I got caught up in and lost it. I was stuck in the snow.
I went into the house. It was 5 am by this time and I was supposed to wake Dennis, anyway. I told him about it. I tapped on the boys’ bedroom door to wake up Joe and Eric. Nephew Steven woke up, as well and between the three of them, they shoveled me out.
Dennis was up by this time and went out to check on things. He moved the [unstuck] pickup, then found that the door had froze open. He couldn’t get it to loosen, so he headed over to the other pickup (the one with little to no brakes) and began to get it started. Meanwhile, Joe took a screw driver to it and got it releasing fine. Dennis came back to mess with it and found that we had no tail lights or dash lights. Evidently, we blew a fuse. At the time, he thought it was wiring.
His car is in another city, the van’s battery is dead, the other pickup has no brakes, David’s van is at the motel with his folks. What was he to do? Dennis starts to unthaw the older Chevy pick up, which has no brakes. We couldn’t find the window scraper, remembered the flashlight is in David’s van…at the motel. The good news is, though, that this pick up has 4 wheel drive, so off we went.
Our driveway goes down hill with a drop off on both sides, then heads back up with a curve in it, so Dennis, not wanting to get stuck, gooses it. I gasped, as I hadn’t gotten my seatbelt latched. The three boys are in the back seat. My nephew begins sweating. Dennis stops! He backs up the driveway in the dark, then goes for it again. He tells me he was carving a way through that snow drift for when I come home. Okay… good…we need a path to get home.
We get to where Dennis’ truck is parked. He set my brake. We all went into the little store because Dennis forgot his coffee and the boys and I went in to find a scraper. We go back out, said our good bye’s and pull out onto the street. I almost immediately turn right and proceed onto the on ramp of the freeway when suddenly, this overwhelming cloud overcomes us all. Steven rolls down his window right fast and I pull over on the on ramp. I tell the boys to (in the dark) run as fast as they can back up to the truck stop and catch Daddy… but don’t get hit! Remember? It’s about 15°. Nephew, Steven, is wearing only a sweatshirt. It’s black. Joe is in his jammie pants and his hunting snow outfit, which keeps him warm and is hunter orange, so we thought surely Dennis would see them his headlights even shone on the boys, but HE DIDN’T SEE THEM! They were waving at him and he drove on by.
Fortunately, before I left, I saw my mil’s cell phone sitting by our phone and took it with me, “just in case.” So, seeing the boys’ plight, I called my brother-in-law, who was snoozing peacefully at our house and woke him up. I told him what was going on. I didn’t know whether to move forward or what. I didn’t want to burn something up! He finally told me to move a little while he was on the phone with me. I did and it was fine!
We came on home. No problem… until the driveway. I did the turn and gassed it. I aimed for one of the tracks Dennis made for me but instead, I must have caught part of the drift and it sucked me in. I gassed it more and made it up, up, up… then it died. It wouldn’t start again, but we were home and all thankful!
There’s really more to the story. It has turned into a bit of an ongoing saga. Let’s just say, as it stands now… It’s a week later and the van is still dead, with one battery removed (diesels have two batteries), the pick up with no brakes is sitting up on our road, broken (probably a fuel filter), the yellow pick up has been pretty good…after we dug it out of a snow drift and in spite of it’s draft, and God is good to take care of us.