Lawrence2015Holiday-84A quiet expectancy dances in my heart. The holiday season is on my doorstep.

I prepare to receive my family and guests. Meals are planned as my daughter and I make the menu and think of the favorite recipes each family member loves. There will be smoked turkey this year. A green bean casserole that is made from scratch – no canned mushroom soup in this one. Sweet potato casserole (recipe follows) and mashed potatoes, too. Macaroni and Cheese made with smoked Gouda and other delightful cheeses. Dressing and a special cranberry sauce. Purple hull peas and piping hot rolls with butter. Cheesecake and Maple Walnut Cream Pie and Apple Pie and Chocolate Chip Cookies and Pumpkin Snicker Doodles. Carbohydrates and sugars will be temporarily welcomed to the table in great numbers. Old and new recipes guide our work. (Ah, so many good recipes and so little time to both prepare them and eat them.)The cooking has already begun.  Last minute trips to the grocery have happened and will continue to happen. 

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A mother is a person who seeing there are only 4 pieces of pie for 5 people promptly announces she never did care for pie (Tenneva Jordan). I smile when I read that quote for it reminds me of my mother.  Today she would have been 89 years old.

I lost her last January and yet perhaps I am more aware of her presence than ever before.

I find that she is with me every day in my thoughts and in my actions. Particularly in the kitchen.

Momma was a good cook. A really good cook. From breakfast to dessert, she could cook it and cook it well.

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cookie

It began as a thought. An inconsequential thought that danced through my mind.

“Do you like cookies, cakes, or pies better?”

No doubt, I thought. Cookies. Yep, I love cookies. I love the texture. The chewiness.  

Then I began to envision THE cookie.  A dark chocolate chip cookie with oatmeal and pecans or walnuts.  Now for those of you who know my family, I am not talking about Eddie’s favorite cookies, No Bake Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies, which are not a cookie at all because they are not even baked! He often mentions these cookies and church members will bring him batches of them to show their love. We even got a batch after my surgery. (How does that work? It’s my surgery and he gets his favorite cookies!)

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Sep
12

Riding the Wave

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riding the wave

 

Sometimes life is like a wave of the ocean. It has the potential to knock you down and crash over you if you don't ride it out the right way. 

My most recent wave was surgery that I did not have in my Day Planner until a couple of months ago. It was not on my list of Most Wanted Things to Do or Most Beautiful Places to Go. Nonetheless, after considering the options and praying about it, I felt a lot of peace about the surgery.

I anticipated a little down time afterwards. A little down time. But I thought I might be back at work in less than two weeks. After all, I just sit at my job, right?

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vegetable garden

 

Growing up in the rural South taught me several lessons. One of those lessons was that if you want to raise crops and eat the good of the land, you’ve got to cultivate the soil.

My parents were both born into large families just prior to the Great Depression. Dad was one of 15 siblings and Mom was number 11 of 12. In those days in the rural South, if you ate it, it was because you raised it or grew it on your own farm. So after my parents married and eventually bought their own land, a farm with its own garden spot was quite naturally a part of it.

My memories easily take me back to that garden.

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