#201 (of 1000 Gifts)
Messages on tea bags…
something to ponder long while sipping hot fragrant cups of calm
and oh, the delight of an accompanying gluten free scone.
A delicious find when most baked goods are off limits.
(I used maple syrup instead of sugar and they turned out wonderfully)
The soul is like a wild animal~tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, self-sufficient. It knows how to survive in hard places. But it is also shy. Just like a wild animal, it seeks safety in the dense underbrush. If we want to see a wild animal, we know that the last thing we should do is go crashing through the woods, yelling for it to come out. But if we will walk quietly into the woods, sit patiently by the base of the tree, and fade into our surroundings, the wild animal we seek might put in an appearance.
~Parker Palmer
Prince of Peace! Control my will!
Bid this struggling heart be still!
Bid my fears and doubtings cease!
Hush my spirit into peace.
Thou hast bought me with thy blood
Opened wide the gates of God;
Peace I ask, but peace must be,
Lord, in being one with thee.
Our first dinner of the week was Spicy Slaw W/sauteed Streak Strips served with corn tortillas, lime, and sour cream. Flavorful and summery and totally scrumptious. Seth and I were blissed out. The children? Not so much. Eden and Ephraim enjoyed them, but the youngest three boys would live happily ever after if I never stuck another bite of red cabbage underneath their noses again. I make the slaw when I’m cleaning up from lunch so the flavors can meld by dinnertime. I sprinkle some sucanet in the dressing to add a bit of sweetness and bring out even more bright flavor. I also skip the fresh garlic as the first few times I made it, I quickly decided it should have been titled Dragon Breath Slaw. It was too strong, even for a garlic lover like me.
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Resplendent and sumptious and exquisite enough
to be chosen as the embellishment
upon the robes of the Priests of the Lord…
pomegranate, golden bell, pomegranate, golden bell,
pomegranate, golden bell…
this fruit, beautiful to the eye,
and succulent to the taste,
the very food of kings…
somehow is affordable enough to find its way
to our own scarred and scratched
middle-class table.