Snowball Cookies
Snowball cookies are one of those cookies which various cooks and families know by different names, whether it is Mexican Wedding Cakes, Russian Tea Cakes, or Snowball Cookies (at Natasha’s Kitchen who claims Ukrainian roots.)
I grew up knowing them as Snowball Cookies so that’s what we’ll go with here. And I love that I got this recipe from Mary Ann Krabill Hollinger, who used to bake them for the Russell and Martha Krabill household. Russell was the first pastor I ever knew who was everything you want a good pastor to be: warm, caring, loved children, preached well, had deep passion for needy in our community, and much more. My father was blessed to serve as deacon with him at North Goshen Mennonite Church.
I think I remember the first time I ate them at the Krabill home. Martha was a hostess par excellence, who was truly a biblical “Martha” in the kitchen and dining room, preparing meals with elegance and excellence out of her Lancaster County, Pa. tradition. That is not to say she wasn’t a “Mary” too—as a pastor’s wife, piano teacher, and mother of two children Mary Ann and James (oh and she would have never called them kids) who grew up to follow family footsteps into true servant ministry roles. Earlier I wrote and shared photos about Martha’s special influence which led me into a career in writing, even though she was my piano teacher!
That’s a little of why I not only love the taste of these cookies, but the memories and relationships they bring to mind. Isn’t that what special recipes do for us?
I usually only make these at Christmas and hope to pop a batch in the oven later today. This is my variation in which I doubled the recipe, because the original recipe doesn’t make very many. This one yields about 36-40 or so small cookies that are extremely rich, so you don’t normally eat three or four at a time in spite of their small size. One or two will do quite nicely, at 144 calories each. Still, they are to enjoy!
Snowball Cookies (my adaptation)
1 ½ cup butter (softened)
¾ teaspoon salt
1 ½ cup nuts (pecans or almonds)
½ cup white sugar
2 ¼ teaspoon vanilla
3 cups flour
3 teaspoons water
1 cup or so of powdered sugar
Cream butter and sugar. Add vanilla, flour, salt, water and nuts. Form into balls the size of walnuts. Bake at 325 degrees for 30 to 40 minutes on ungreased cookie sheet. Do not brown.
Remove from cookie sheet. After they have cooled 2-3 minutes, (enough to touch), roll them in a small bowl of the powdered sugar. Place on paper towel to cool some more. When completely cool, roll again in powdered sugar. It almost takes two rolls in the sugar for the powder to stick.
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What special recipe brings a friend, family member, or fellow church member to mind? Share your story!
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I’m pleased to let you know that the Mennonite Community Cookbook 65th Anniversary Edition (2015) is now on sale over at MennoMedia’s store at 30% discount until Christmas. Stock up for gifts for anyone you know who might love this classic and historic longtime bestselling Mennonite cookbook. It has a new 12-page “history” in the back of this edition that I was privileged to write and put together last year.
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And now I’ll retire to my kitchen, house, and family for a little blog vacation. I wish you and your families a most joyful Christmas. If you are going through difficult times which too often don’t seem to take a vacation at Christmas, may the special peace, goodwill, and assistance of family and friends uphold you.
From our family to yours, Merry Christmas.
T’was just eight days before Christmas and we’re clearly not ready.
Blogger friend and not-far neighbor Jennifer Murch periodically shares still life portraits of her home and family on her blog, where she takes a shot in her kitchen or dining room table at a specific time of day, and dissects what is going on in the particular photo or scene. I love those posts for the real life glimpses, the not prettied up photos that will one day be oh-such-poignant reminders of her family’s life at given times. I’m not attempting to copy her dry wit and observations–usually about a single photo–but here is a glimpse of our Christmas preparations in progress.
7:35 a.m. Dec. 16, 2015
I supposed every Christmas has it’s moments of “will we ever make it?” including the very first one when Mary first told Joseph there was no way she’d ever make it to Bethlehem on a donkey, they wouldn’t have a place to stay, and what if the baby came so far from home?
This year I’m at the “we’ll never make it stage” and I thought rather than showing our house all prettied up for the holidays, I would show the before. Or maybe the not yet.
I brought a few decorating boxes to the dining room table where the cat’s taken up semi-permanent residence. She pretty much sleeps here all day long.
First things: (items stored in a closet, not the attic) include the advent wreath, this year a scaled back version because I couldn’t get to the church advent fair.
The homemade advent calendar, picked up at a yard sale for about $5, still goes up. Dutifully (and sometimes belatedly) I add the daily creche figures, remembering when it was a task the kids squabbled over.
Next up, a kitchen window collection of churches, angels and tiny nativities. Look carefully you might see the bath-robed photographer photobombing both photos.
I still love a set of four angels playing different instruments. Do I love them because they remind me of our daughters’ band years, or because they were $1 at a church yard sale??
Then comes out comes the wooden reindeer set made long ago by our babysitter’s son, who eventually died way too young in a motorcycle accident. I don’t think I’ll ever part with this tangible reminder of Gary Jr., and how he helped care for our children.
Nor can I ever discard these elves made by Michelle and Tanya at an early “Make it Take It” craft store project.
I always enjoy setting up the nativity set I bought for my parents the year I lived in Barcelona, Spain. Mother eventually gave it back to me, figuring our children and grandchildren could now enjoy it.
The wrapping of gifts has begun. But barely.
Will this home grown tree make it as our Christmas tree this year?? We’ll see!
Are we there yet??
What almost 40 years of getting ready for Christmas in my own home has taught me is that things will get done, and if they don’t, no one misses one less batch of cookies, or notices that you stopped putting out a certain decoration. Too often, there is just too much, anyway. The tree, no matter how homely, always looks “perfect” when decorated.
Like Mary of old, I sit and ponder these things, quietly joyful. The most important but overlooked part of getting ready for Christmas is the work of the heart.
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What is your favorite decoration, ornament, or tradition you treasure at Christmas?
How do you prepare your heart to experience again the wonder of God come to earth at Christmas?
I love shortbread type cookies, whether they are Girl Scouts’ Trefoil Shortbreads or Walkers Pure Butter Shortbread or whatever. I cannot keep these lures in my house or I have to eat them. But I had never made any, unless you call the similar but different Snowball Cookie or Wedding Cake cookie “shortbread.” After finding this recipe, I would say they are similar, but different.
But a recipe and photo for “Whipped Shortbread Cookies” popped up on my Facebook feed that one of my friends had saved. It had just FIVE ingredients. How many five ingredient cookies do you know? I’m on a search lately for simple, five or less ingredient recipes. This was from a woman named Courtney Luper so I saved it. I had no idea who she was but she had like a million + followers on her Facebook page so I said, who is this woman? I watched a couple of her videos; she has a touching story and is one of those high-school-dropout-evictions-to-sales-and-weight-loss success stories online that is actually pretty impressive and by all appearances, very real.*
I knew there were several occasions coming up where I needed or could use some new Christmas cookie recipes and besides, there’s always the blog to feed.
These cookies do truly melt in your mouth, but I have a few bones to pick with the process as she shared it, so I’ll tweak it with my suggestions.
If you have a cookie press, this is a great recipe for a super easy cookie. You can still make them just dropping them by teaspoon on a cookie sheet, but to fancy them up, the cookie press is a good thing. Maybe I’ll have to put that on my Christmas list, for next time.
As Courtney wrote, “These are great ones to add to the holiday cookie tins. So yummy!!!”
Whipped Shortbread Cookies
Ingredients:
1 cup butter (unsalted)
1/2 cup icing sugar (Confectioner/Powdered Sugar)
1/2 cup cornstarch
1 cup all purpose flour
1/4 tsp salt
Directions:
Beat butter until light & fluffy. Add icing sugar, cornstarch, flour and salt mixing completely.
Drop by teaspoonful or use a cookie press onto ungreased cookie sheet. Top with colored sugars, chopped pecans, cinnamon hearts, or other decorative parailel of your choosing.
Bake at 325 degrees for 8 – 10 minutes. (Don’t let them brown.)
Wah, my first attempt crumbled.
Mine would not even hang together after only 8-10 minutes. They crumbled. Wah. So I popped them back in the oven for 2-3 extra minutes at a time, until I likely baked them all together 14-16 minutes.
My oven is a little low in heat so I also upped the temperature to 335. I too did not want to burn them, but I wanted them to hang together! Makes about 3 dozen cookies by spoon method; they spread out while cooking. Would probably make 4-5 dozen smaller cookies with a cookie press. I had a makeshift frosting bag
that I tried to push several cookies through and the first several worked until I sprung a leak in the bag.
But, these cookies are very soft, rich, and melt in your mouth. Enjoy!
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What is your absolute favorite Christmas cookie? I’m collecting easy recipes if you have one to recommend!
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My gift to you this Christmas, for you or a child or elderly person who wishes or is needing to learn to cook:
A FREE PDF (Portable Document Format) with 10 of the Easiest Recipes from my Whatever Happened to Dinner cookbook. Many of these recipes also have 5 ingredients or less. This came about (if you read my newspaper column you know the story) directly from my series of blogposts here I did with Lizzy the 12-year-old cook last summer, whose “can do” attitude inspired a 93-year-old man in Indiana to ask for help. He was wanting to learn to cook since his wife could no longer cook. So I pulled it together for him and others who need easy basic recipes. It has some food photos in it; feel free to download and print as many as you’d like to share with anyone who could use such a thing.
If you don’t have a printer, comment here, or email me at melodiemillerdavis @ gmail.com and I will print you a copy and mail it to you for $2 for postage and copying. Enjoy!
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*Courtney Luper – is a distributor for a product called Skinny Fiber, which can help you if you have a tendency to eat way too many cookies like this! I’m not endorsing or recommending her product, just sayin’. My hat is off to her though for what she’s been able to accomplish, both diet-wise, and getting her financial life together, and with her online business! God bless!
I wasn’t sure I even wanted to read a book that was so clearly a knock-off of the wildly successful Mennonite in a Little Black Dress (Rhoda Janzen, 2009, pictured below) which I’d read in my pre-blogging days. That was a book that I loved but hated, as did many other Mennonite or formerly Mennonite readers.
I got Mennonite in Blue Jeans (Rhonda Langley, 2011) free at the office, and the frugal Mennonite in me brought it home and finally ventured to read it recently.
Blue Jeans was worth the read. Rhonda Langley had me when she confessed why she eventually decided not to go the academic route and instead went into special education working with children with autism. She started a masters in comparative literature but stopped short of writing a thesis because she grew a little dubious of the pattern in much of academia (for literature scholars in her case) to do endless research and papers and articles and go to conferences debating or defending literary theories, which in 10 years is replaced by a new literary theory debunking the research of the past 10 years. And repeat.
As a college English major who sometimes thought my professors had gone off the deep end in explaining the rather obtuse (to me) meaning behind certain poems or passages in novels, and debated said theories, I connected.
Langley also had me when she confessed that while Mennonite in a Little Black Dress was drop dead hilarious and had me laughing because Janzen got so many things just right, I was also extremely bothered that Janzen got so many things wrong or twisted or just off base enough that if anyone were to read Mennonite in Little Black Dress and think “this is how all Mennonites are,” they would be oh so wrong.
Mennonite Brethren Rhonda Langley actually knows author Rhoda Janzen (also originally Mennonite Brethren, now Pentecostal, I believe) and went to school where Rhoda was an adjunct professor, but she did not know her well. They both grew up near Fresno, Calif. (“not a mile from each other”) and with their similarity of names, Rhonda says she was a logical fit to write this knock off. They are also both nearly six feet tall. Which is kinda rare among Mennonites of any type to grow so tall. Eh? Rhonda does an admirable job of correcting or speaking to the places where Rhoda got Mennonites wrong (or was misleading), or painted with too broad a brush.
At first I was a little put off by the made up “Advance Praise” for Mennonite in Blue Jeans from her husband, mother and son with lines like “It’s good. Really!” and “I’m sure Aunt Marie won’t burn this one!” And “It’s really funny.” With all the really’s and weak descriptors though, it’s obvious she’s just poking fun at weak writing and the “advance praise” practice. Similarly, the made up publishing company and fake Library of Congress information (she used online company Lulu.com to print the actual book) helps me realize that ok, this is a person who does not take herself too seriously. She takes her writing seriously—I mean she’s a fine memoir writer here (includes numerous touching sonnets for her husband), but when you’re writing a knock off, it helps not to take yourself “dead serious.” As can be expected in most self-published books, there’s a glaring error or three, but again, I won’t get my panties in a curl over them.
What I really appreciated were Rhonda’s sometimes painfully honest portrayals of their family life (husband and two sons), where for some years they were not able to sit through a complete church service because of several difficult diagnoses including her husband’s severe hearing sensitivity and fibromyalgia, and a son’s anxiety and high-functioning autism. Surely other families who have those or similar issues can not only empathize, but appreciate the dilemmas. When one Sunday they finally make it through a service where Rhonda is determined to hang in there for the singing of The Mennonite Hymnal’s 606 (Mennonite codeword for this “national Mennonite anthem”), we feel the joyous emotion of this beleaguered but totally normal young Mennonite mom. I love her line, “This is why we come. This is what church should be; a community of people lifted beyond themselves together.”
She writes of one service when a different but also beautiful hymn carries her to a higher plane: “Shepherd me O God / Beyond my wants /Beyond my fears / From death into life.” Rhonda’s father has written some hymns and worked on the committee that compiled Hymnal: A Worship Book. She is also a pianist herself and, remarkably, learned to play carillons while at Duke University.
Rhonda’s chapter on Portland Mennonite’s annual retreat at Twin Rocks along the coast of Oregon could make a Mennonite out of almost anyone, it is described with such inviting and homey/community vignettes.
There’s much more I could say but I’ll leave you read the book. If you read the first Mennonite Girl in a Little Black Dress and loved/hated it, or were confused about what Mennonites actually believe and do, you would likely appreciate this book.
And, uh, I’m a little late to the game. A few others have reviewed this small book including memoir writer and blogger, Shirley Hershey Showalter. For another take.
But I’m glad I read it. Working for the publisher of More-with-Less Cookbook and Living More With Less, the book contains many enjoyable and appreciated cultural references to these landmark Mennonite books.
And now in good frugal fashion, I’m happy to pass on my copy of Mennonite in Blue Jeans to the first person who comments here that they want it. Freely I received, freely I’ll give. I’ll contact you for a mailing address. (But I won’t be giving away my copy of Mennonite Girl in a Little Black Dress, for which I paid full price.) If you’re not the first commenter and would like the book, never fear, you can still buy it on Lulu.com
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Have you read either or both books? Thoughts?
What hymn moves you most?
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The cover of Mennonite in Blue Jeans reminds me of the sorta-amateurish looking book with another young Mennonite woman in blue jeans, on my own first published book (Herald Press, a memoir before we used that word much). I did not take the photo but suggested the idea and was pleased to know my friend and writing bud, Ginny Hostetler was the model Mike Hostetler used for this photo!
I have loved lentils ever since I was introduced to them as a college junior living in Barcelona, Spain. The señora at our boarding house cooked them up every couple weeks for an appetizer course, which we cranked up to our dining room using the dumb waiter from the bottom floor of the four story former nun’s convent.
Lentils and a chaw of hearty Spanish bread. Yum.
The first time I stared at my soup bowl of lentils though, we “Americanas” as we were called informally (the American girls), all puzzled at them a few minutes until one of our Spanish friends supplied the name “lentajas.” Lentils. I suspect we went about tasting them gingerly, but soon they became a welcome and warming soup for most of us on chilly winter days.
But I digress. This is not about my year in Barcelona, which I cover quite well in one of my first books, Departure.
Recently I had wonderful pork broth left over from the pork roast I posted earlier. The week before the kids came home for Thanksgiving, I cooked up a huge pot of lentils. I had in mind using up my new pork broth, as well as the piddles of savory stuff left after browning our almost weekly favorite Gunnoes sausage, and saved in the freezer for such a time as this.
This soup takes about an hour to cook, but is well worth the simmering time, which you can taste and enjoy throughout the low bubbling! My husband and one grandson even seemed to enjoy the pot of lentils thoroughly, although hubby said it’d be good with a few additional vegetables tossed in. That would work too!
This version is more savory than previous batches I’d made because of the large amount of pork and sausage broth I used; no actual meat, just the broth.
Lentil Soup adapted from various recipes on FoodNetwork.
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 medium onion
2 carrots, chopped
2 celery stalks, chopped
2 cloves garlic, chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
1 ¼ cup dry lentils
11 cups chicken broth (or not, use as much as you want. I used a combo of about 8 cups chicken, beef and pork broth in this most recent pot)
1 can diced tomatoes (or in my case, 1 quart home canned tomatoes)
4-6 sprigs fresh thyme (or dried)
Wash dry lentils and rinse. Set aside.
Chop veggies and garlic and brown for 3-5 minutes in olive oil in 5-quart Dutch oven type kettle.
Add broth, lentils, canned tomatoes, and seasonings.
Bring to boil. Lower heat to keep it simmering for 50-60 minutes.
World’s Healthiest Foods website has this to say about lentils:
Health Benefits
Lentils, a small but nutritionally mighty member of the legume family, are a very good source of cholesterol-lowering fiber. Not only do lentils help lower cholesterol, they are of special benefit in managing blood-sugar disorders since their high fiber content prevents blood sugar levels from rising rapidly after a meal. But this is far from all lentils have to offer. Lentils also provide good to excellent amounts of seven important minerals, our B-vitamins, and protein—all with virtually no fat. … Just 230 calories for a whole cup of cooked lentils.
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I often mention my Whatever Happened to Dinner cookbook here but this month I wish to draw your attention to a great classic cookbook on sale for 30% off*, Mennonite Community Cookbook.
(*For a limited time only. While supplies last. Items are nonreturnable. Multiple coupons may be used on the same order, but may not be combined with other standard discounts.)
Sam, left and James, right, playing with the choo choo.
I feel twice blessed.
Two little boys.
Two toddlers now!
Both now turned two.
Happy Twos.
Two little boys who think sitting on the “froggy potty” is fun and grown up.
Two little boys getting their first crack at baking cookies with Grandma or Aunt Doreen.
Two word sentences—sometimes strings of three!
Two toddlers trying out “Hi Crampa” on the phone. Not sure why one of them puts a hard “C” pronunciation close to “Crampa” and I’m just Gramma. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to calling myself Grandma Davis, rather than Grandma Miller. Grandma Davis to me was Grandmother Elizabeth on my husband’s father’s side. NOT me! And I think it’s because I was always used to calling my mom “Grandma Miller” when I talk to my daughters about their Grandma Miller. So I tend to think of myself as Grandma Miller. But for the boys, Grandma Davis I am, and that’s okay, a nice melding of family somehow.
Two little boys learning to share. Give and take. Wait turns. How to be happy when it’s someone else’s birthday.
I feel many many many times blessed. Abundance!
James and Sam enjoy Grandma’s favorite book, “Puppies.”
I try not to take these grandsons for granted.
Tanya, Sam and Aunt Doreen.
I also try not to compare the two precious little ones: each one so special, each unique; even though being just two months apart, it’s easy to push them into one mold, or worry about who does what first. When they are 18, we will think of them as totally the same age, with developmental milestones being a thing of the past.
Grandma Jeannie, Michelle, James, and Brian.
Notice I wrote all this about being two without using the “T” word most normally associated with Toddlers and Twos.
I always tried to refrain from using that self-fulfilling prophecy when our own daughters were two year olds. While we had difficulties ranging from potty training to refusal to eat certain foods and much more, the TWOs in my alphabet of words are:
Adorable
Blessed
Curious
Daring
Energetic
Fantastic
Giggly
Happy
Invigorating
Jolly
Kaleidoscopic
Loving
Momentous
Nosey
Outdoorsy
Petulant (okay, I had to look that one up)
Quotable
Raucous
Sweet
Tearful
Unforgettable
Vigorous
Wondrous
Xciting
Yes!
Zany
Many two year olds learn their ABCs. It’s also time for many parents of twos to learn a new alphabet of words that describe these years, with no terrible on the list.
I’m also aware of parents and children who wish they were living a list like this, but instead are facing serious illness, disabilities, or difficult behavioral diagnoses.
To all mothers and fathers of twos—which indeed can be challenging—my hat is off to you. My hat is also off to all grandmas or grandpas who ARE the childcare providers for their grandchildren. Whew. I just spent one day at it and even with an unusual 3 hour afternoon toddler nap, I was exhausted (could have had something to do with the 2-3 hour commute both ways!). I also think of grandparents who are serving as the PARENTS for their grandchildren. While I know many enjoy and flourish in this role, it is not without heartaches and wishes that circumstances were otherwise.
I had so many reasons to be ecstatically thankful this Thanksgiving!
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What words would you add to the above list to describe the unforgettable twos?
Do you think it helps to banish the “terrible twos” from your thinking and vocabulary while in this stage with kids? Or thinking the teens have to be traumatic and tumultuous? What role do you see “self-fulfilling prophecy” playing?
Working hard and living a dream …
Caroline and friend Diana in Central Park. Photo courtesy of Jon Catherine Dolittle.
Today I’d like to tell you about Caroline, a young woman who is currently studying ballet in New York City. Just to write that sentence is a WOW. She’s really there, after years of doing what she loves most, dancing.
I knew Caroline as a young girl and member of our church. My youngest daughter “babysat” for her a time or two when she was old enough and Caroline thrived on creative, imaginative play. Her father is an engineer but her mother, Mary Jean, has mostly worked on their mini-farm to help with family income, as well as giving horseback riding lessons—mostly on a donation basis because they couldn’t afford the liability insurance to cover a riding program.
Caroline as a “princess” in a horseback riding competition.
But the horseback riding—another love for Caroline—not unrelated to the grace of ballet, inspired Caroline and her mother to help out at a nearby therapeutic stable and camp for children and adults with disabilities. One year they even planned a fundraiser birthday party for Mary Jean’s elderly pony, Trixie, to raise money to help build an amazing wheelchair accessible tree house for the nonprofit therapeutic program at Camp Still Meadows.
Newspaper clipping of Caroline and her mother when they planned a fundraiser for a wheelchair-accessible treehouse.
I knew her mother and grandparents even longer—her grandfather was the pastor who married me and my husband almost 40 years ago. So the ties are long and special. And the whole family is that kind of family—always responding to help others as needed.
Caroline’s class at Joffrey Ballet.
Caroline is currently studying ballet at the renowned Joffrey Ballet School in New York City. I know she is working hard. I was amused at one quote from an instructor she shared on her Facebook page, “I want to see a LINE, Caroline. Your name even has “line” in it.”
Posing in a subway station.
Enjoying sidewalk eats (notice the pink slippers at the bottom of the jeans).
At the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
This fall Caroline has enjoyed all the city has to offer, but mainly because it is bringing her closer to her dream. Here she shares some of her experience and the hard work:
“Everyday I’m here is one step closer to my dream of getting a job as a professional ballet dancer. Not only am I getting the training I need but the city itself is such an opportunity for young artists. Everywhere I look there’s inspiration and such respect for the arts! Being here is such an amazing opportunity that I’ll do almost anything to stay here for the rest of the school year.
It means the world to me that people believe in me enough to donate. It blows my mind sometimes. But having that support does more than help me financially. On those days where I’m having an off day, feel like I’ve got three left feet, and when I’m in the middle of four hour rehearsals and my body’s just like “Nope, I’m done now,” I look myself in the mirror and say to myself: “Pull yourself together Caroline. There are people out there who believe in you enough to give you their hard earned money. If they can believe in you enough to give you this chance, you can do the waltz of the flowers one more time.”
Caroline very much wanted to come home for Thanksgiving, but no one could really afford to buy the train ticket for her, especially since she gets to come home for Christmas. Her grandfather, Don, suggested, “All your life you’ve watched the Macy Parade on Thanksgiving Day. Millions of people would love to be where you are and able to watch the parade in person, and here you are, living in the city. Maybe this year is the year for you to see it!”
Macy’s Parade, 2001
Caroline, according to her grandfather, thought about it and decided he was right, and she could stay in the city with some of her new friends from abroad and other places too far to go home. She calls her ballet group her “Joffrey family.” Still, I know her parents and family will miss her greatly.
Caroline and her mother, Mary Jean.
I’m proud to know a young ballerina following her dream in New York City, but mainly because she’s not just star struck. She has said she wants to study ballet until she is able to land a job with a company in any midsize city that offers that opportunity closer to her home, such as Richmond, Va.—it doesn’t have to be New York!
Caroline hamming it up outside a theater marque.
Perhaps you too are inspired to join me in helping Caroline in her dream. Scholarships for Joffrey School of Ballet where Caroline is enrolled are not commonly offered, so students are left to find family funding or anyway they can. She is trying to raise money one semester at a time.
Here’s the link to the Go Fund Me page for Caroline. I know she would appreciate any amount you can spare.
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You can also leave your good wishes, prayers, or comments/stories for Caroline here and I’ll be sure she sees them.
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Here’s one of my own favorite posts about some dreams fulfilled for our daughters, including our trip to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in 2001.
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A blessed and happy Thanksgiving to all. And now I’ll take a mini-blog vacation, thank you very much! There are children and grandchildren to feed, love & hug!
My mother and grandmother’s recipe and process for making cranberry salad was long and complicated. But it was one of the traditions of our Thanksgiving that I loved. It involved getting out Momma’s hand cranked grinder, which had to be attached to the edge of a table with a clamp. Then you poured cranberries (we bought them frozen) into the chute of the grinder, and cranked that handle. Yeah. I loved it then: it was like making Christmas cookies or dyeing Easter eggs or carving pumpkins: you loved it because it was a tradition, and you could make a mess.
After grinding the cranberries, which became my special job, mother chopped up oranges, apples, celery, and nuts. This recipe doesn’t eliminate those steps, but for many years as an adult, not having a way to grind up cranberries kept me from enjoying the lovely tang and twist cranberry adds to the Thanksgiving taste palette. And I wasn’t about to buy a grinder to use once or twice a year.
So, once we stopped driving the 1200 round-trip miles in crazy Thanksgiving traffic to my parents’ house, I greatly missed my mother’s cranberry salad (and home, of course!). But I would satisfy part of my craving by just buying expensive cranberry salad from delis for years.
Finally, a few years back, I got this much easier recipe from my church friend, Alisa Hillary. Alisa has since gone on to enjoy her Thanksgiving and all holidays with our Creator, so I will make this again with a toast to Alisa for not only simplifying my Thanksgiving cooking, but almost giving me back my mother’s cranberry salad, save the grinding.
Easy Cranberry Salad
1 small box orange jello (notice, orange, not red)
1 can whole cranberries in sauce (I used Ocean Spray “whole berry” sauce)
1 cup / 250 ml chopped celery
¾ cup / 175 ml chopped nuts (pecan or walnut)
1 cup / 250 ml chopped apple pieces
1 cup / 250 ml chopped orange pieces
Make Jello according to package instructions. Let Jello cool a half hour or so in refrigerator, then add all the other ingredients. Let jell in refrigerator 3–4 hours.
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To be honest, most of my family are not big fans. So I make this mainly for me. Is there any holiday food you make or enjoy just because it is your tradition?
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This recipe is found in Whatever Happened to Dinner: Recipes and Reflections for Family Mealtime. Win a free copy from Amish Wisdom blog (offer good until Nov. 27, 2015).
At our church we observed Reformation Sunday in late October. Along with probably most Protestant churches which follow the liturgical church year, we sang the majestic “A Mighty Fortress is Our God,” written by reformer Martin Luther. It’s a favorite of mine anyway, partly because my born-and-bred Lutheran husband always enjoys and sings it with great gusto. He would be the first to tell you he is not the greatest singer in the world but, like my father always did, booms out with heartfelt enthusiasm on a familiar song.
I don’t think the words ever spoke to me as powerfully as that Sunday. So old fashioned with its eths and doths and images of trembling before a prince of darkness grim. Here are the words to all but the second verse:
A mighty fortress is our God
A bulwark never failing
Our helper he amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us.
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! His doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth;
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill,
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
Our interim pastor, Sally Robinson, used the story of Job in the Old Testament to address the oft debated topic of “where is God with so much suffering in the world” but with a twist. It is human nature to lament and rage against the heavens when bad, horrible things happen, as they did again this week, and indeed happen every week somewhere in the world. But that’s another topic and my heart goes out to all affected personally.
The Court of the Patriarchs, Zion National Park, Utah.
The question Sally asked was “why don’t we also question God when good things happen?” Sally has many years of ministry and life experience, including the good, the bad, and the boring.Looking at Job (as I did in three posts on this blog, a condensed version which later appeared in The Mennonite) we wonder how one human could bear so much grief as he loses all his riches and his family. But when his blessings are restored many times over, we don’t wonder any more. We don’t question God when blessings flow.
Pastor Sally pointed out that part of living means accepting and acknowledging our blessings—in humility—and accepting the risks. For instance, when we fall in love (or grow into it) and marry, we accept the risk that one day we will lose our beloved—or they will lose us (and perhaps some pass on together—a blessing for them but a double grief for their families). To love and be loved in this life—we agree to pain and suffering. The alternative—to hibernate or withdraw from friends, loved ones and society is to lead an incredibly lonely life—a grief and loss of another kind.
In that context, “A Mighty Fortress” takes on an even richer significance. Essentially if we take it to heart, it frees us to look the risks—even the rage of the evil one— straight in the eye and say as Jesus said to the tempter in the wilderness, “You have no power over me.” (I can think of more profane ways to say that but I won’t here.) With Luther we can rest in the stronghold God provides and belt out, “God’s truth abideth still.”
Abide—even without the eth on the end—is a wonderful, out of date word, in common usage only as a negative thing, as in: “I cannot abide that!” In the Bible abide is far richer, evoking comforting, big arms enveloping us—but also a responsibility to stay put and not stray from God’s side.
Those words offer out-of-this-world comfort, and a place to draw the strength to carry on.
One final thought. Four lines in this great hymn left me greatly perplexed for awhile, where the thought carries over from one verse to the next (the parentheses inserted below are mine):
For lo! His doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers,
(No thanks to them), abideth.
Luther is almost satirically saying the earthly powers have nothing, NOTHING, when it comes to the might of the Fortress (God). One commentator says that word is love.
Even when the way seems dark and full of sorrow and fear, love trumps the evil powers of this world.
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How does this hymn speak to you? Or not? How do you interpret those perplexing lines I called out above?
Here are some conservative Mennonites with an a cappella arrangement of A Mighty Fortress is Our God.
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For some additional, but different thoughts on Reformation Sunday, here’s theologian Stanley Hauerwas.
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We need a Lutheran Hymnal in our collection, don’t you think??
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All photos mine.
This is the time of year when I don’t want to make roast turkey, chicken, or ham for a special meal, because, well, the holidays are coming when I will be making at least turkey and ham.
That’s when I think about pork: as the pork producers say, the other white meat we sometimes forget about.
Roast or pulled pork is another dish or meat that is incredibly easy to pop in the crock pot before you go to work or church and chop up into “pulled pork” for sandwiches or serve as roast pork wedges.
A must with pulled pork or plain old BBQ pork sandwiches? The cole slaw. I didn’t grow up that way (in fact I doubt I ever ate a BBQ pork sandwich until I moved to Virginia), but once here, the slaw—even on top of Sloppy Jo’s (made with ground beef of course) is a favorite! That nudges in vitamins through the cabbage, carrots and green or red peppers if you add those.
Roast Rubbed Pork (adapted from the National Pork Board)
1 3-5 pound boneless pork butt (shoulder)
1 ½ teaspoons smoked paprika
2 teaspoons black pepper
1 teaspoon cayenne or chili
1 teaspoon dried thyme (leaves)
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 tablespoon rosemary leaves (optional)
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup water
Raw pork, rubbed with seasonings. (Be sure to keep hands washed handing raw pork.)
Combine seasonings in a small bowl, rub evenly over all sides of roast. Place meat in a 4-6 quart slow cooker (depending on the size of your roast). Add water. Cover and cook on low 6-8 hours or high for 4-5 hours or until pork is very tender.
Remove pork to a large cutting board or platter and let rest for 10-15 minutes. Make slaw or other finishing touches for dinner. Then pull off, slice, or chop to serve. Can be served in buns with barbecue sauce.
Serves 12-15 if you use a 5 pound butt.
Since I usually only have two of us to feed anymore, I use the pork for multiple meals as follows:
Roast pork, sliced, with all the trimmings.
Pulled pork sandwiches with cole slaw, oven baked potato wedges. Optional to add a BBQ sauce on top of the pulled pork.
Pork sandwiches mixed and heated with Pineapple habanera sauce for an extra kick; served with pork and beans, rice, or mac and cheese.
I hope to make a lentil soup using the pork broth and maybe some still left over pork pieces.
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Did you grow up eating cole slaw on Sloppy Jo’s or pork BBQ? Is that a southern thing?
Do you have a good and easy recipe for cole slaw, or do you buy yours?
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If you’re a newcomer here, check out my book with over 100 recipes (not all mine) Whatever Happened to Dinner, with plenty of inspiration for keeping or starting a regular family meal tradition in your home.
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