Sunday, April 28, 2013

How Purposeful? How Plastic is your Kitchen?


I have a question for all of you. How much plastic do you use in the kitchen? Plastic bowls? Plastic spoons? Plastic measuring cups? Plastic trays? Plastic everything else?
 Or do you deal only with purposeful kitchen ware and gadgets?
 What do I mean by purposeful? Well, let me try to explain...
Many years ago my brother-in-law and sister-in-law sold their large modern home and, in an attempt to down-size, they gave away everything that did not hold a memory or a meaning, anything that was void beauty or purpose. At the time I didn't realize they had discovered and taken seriously this quote:

"Have nothing in your home that you don't know to be useful or believe to be beautiful." William Morris
That quote stayed with me all these years.
 
I recently cleaned out my kitchen cabinets. Like I've done so many times before.
 
This time I took that quote and became intent with its meaning.
My grandmother's house was also decluttered recently and I claimed a set of bowls I remember dishing out spoonfuls of her many delicacies. Any other place I'd have left the bowls for someone else. But these bowls were more than simple bowls. Some bowls churn out memories worth tasting again and again within one's own kitchen. And, yes, they are useful.
 {"One should never be the oldest thing in one's house." Patsy Stone}
Like my mother's old green bowl I kept. I remember pudding days in this bowl.
And this metal cake cover that I found in a thrift shop that reminded me of childhood days and treats. Not pretty. But useful.
 “Decorating golden rule: Live with what you love.” Unknown
Which brings me to my first question. How much plastic do you use in the kitchen? A part of me wants my grandchildren to remember items I used. I want these items to churn delicious memories in their minds. Something tells me that plastic doesn't make the cut.
And so I kept pretty bowls. Beautiful.
And antique pitchers which were my grandmother's wedding gifts in May of 1943 which were not made in China or Japan. Older than me.


And salad bowls given to me at my own wedding shower. Useful.
"Everything has a place, and everything in its place." Unknown
 
And I did place a few, colorful plastics in a hidden shelf for scoops to be distributed to children heading home after supper and mothers with new babies and friends on the mend but, other than that, I am taking a purposeful look inside my cabinets and pantry and asking myself "What ingredient does this kitchen item hold that I have not put inside it yet?"

In boxed version: Purpose vs. Plastic is what I'm contemplating.

Have any of you banned plastic from your kitchen? How purposeful is your kitchen? Is there a favorite pot, pan, gadget you use in the kitchen? Why is it a favorite? Do you collect vintage kitchen items? Do you have any of your great grandmother, grandmother, or mother's kitchen ware? Do you use it often? Or does it sit safe on a shelf?

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Passing the Marriage Torch in Prayer

I often anticipated passing the sacred torch of marriage on to my children. I never could have seen the battle of rhetorical arguments that would block my path during the handoff.


It's a beat-up world and we're living in it.

My husband and my marriage and that of our parents' is what has dressed our children's view of marriage. Television probably stitched and patched up the rest, which is a shame, but that's not what I want to focus on.

It's a beat-up world and I know that the rest of the world's marriages are dressed in many sizes, shapes, and frames simply because there are so many of us out there who were created in so many different sizes, shapes, and frameworks. It just stands to reason.

But, despite the differences in families, the sacredness of marriage is something I think is so beautiful and blessed that I wanted to succeed at defining my marriage even if I failed at everything else. I can't depend on or trust that the rest of society will define it for me.

Marriage does not a wedding make. Marriage is not a one-day act, but a lifetime of Dos. Marriage is not simple something you do, but something you are.

Marriage should define one because the two become one.

Some modern day people would snub at this and I hear the dry advice, "Get a life."

This is my life. Sorry, modern world, but my marriage does define me. And to see other marriages fail so much in today's world reassures me that what my husband and I have done and what our parents did before us is not something contrite. It's serious business.

"Marriage is the greatest test in the world... But now I welcome the test instead of dreading it. It is much more than a test of sweetness of temper, as people sometimes think; it is a test of whole character and affects every action." T.S. Elliot
 
All I have to do is click on today's social media to see that we are living a battle that attempts to defeat and crunch and grind the very sacredness my husband and I believe to be the thing that defined generations of our family before us, continued to define us these past 26+ years, and will, hopefully, define the landscape of my grandchildren.

I'm not here to tell people how to live. I tend not to preach. People rebel against preaching. I'd rather people find out I'm Catholic after I'm dead. Sounds rather O'Conner-y and I probably read something by her that provoked that comment. But I won't preach. I am here to show people that a good marriage is possible. That family life is a valuable resource. That peaceful living is worthwhile. If they make a different choice there is little I can say to change that, but please allow me the courtesy and respect to live my life adorned in a life that endorses its Creator and sings His praises.

Not long ago I ran into a childhood friend at the store. We grew up together when our older siblings attended Catholic school and we were still in potty-training school. We both married a month apart and had our children back-to-back. She is godmother to my oldest daughter and I am godmother to her oldest daughter. She sponsored me on my Cursillo. We not only grew up together, our lives have crossed paths and twined through life's motions and ceremonies together.

Sheila and I met in the milk aisle on the eve of our silver wedding anniversaries and where two of us were gathered in His name. Our oldest children were venturing out into life; life congested with its burdens and blessings, its pains and praises, its hurts and healings. And we talked and talked. Milky condensation dripped with words full of worry.

I don't remember the whole conversation but one thing stands out and I Moby-wrapped it in an attempt to carry it close to my heart always. I made the common comment of how necessary it was to keep all our growing children close in prayer, consecrated to Christ, dependent on His mercy. And the Holy Spirit dropped upon my friend and spoke Truth through her, "Not only pray for them and their future marriages, but pray for our marriages as well. We can never stop praying for our marriages."

The sanctity of marriage needs many, so many, prayers. Prayers for those planning to wed. Prayers for those of us already married. Prayers even for those of us whose marriages have been measured in silver (25 years) and gold (50 years).

Prayers can never end. That's where ideal meets reality. 
 
The Church gives us the ideal. Society says it doesn't exist. The reality is never the ideal yet the Church is the only thing in this world that even tells us the ideal is possible. The Church tells us this while holding up the crucifix. It repeatedly holds up the crucifix and admits that YES! life can be full of suffering. YES! life can be a sacrifice. The Church that looks life straight in the ugliness and glorifies suffering and sacrifice. No wonder people run for the hills.
 
But the Church also offers us hope and vision and an answer to resurrect and redeem the ugliness of the crucifixes in our daily lives. It shines a Light on the crucifix and says YES! there is something else to this. YES! there is an ideal to strive for. YES! there is redemption found in the quake of this ugliness and suffering.

We cannot have the Resurrection without the Cross. We cannot look away. Marriage is redemptive that way. We have to clean up the messes our sins make of life. Marriage is our chance to live the Paschal Mystery renewed every day of our lives in prayer. In constant prayer.

 I am joining the Sistas by praying 40 Days for Sacred Matrimony, will you join us?

May 1st to June 9th


 


Crazy Cheesy-Herb Bread Recipe



 
Ingredients
2 cans Grand Biscuits
1 stick of butter
4 teaspoons Italian/Garlic seasoning
1 cup grated Parmesan Cheese
 
Directions
Preheat oven to 350.
Melt stick of butter in bundt pan inside heating oven.
While butter is melting, cut Grand Biscuits into quarters.
In bowl mix Italian/Garlic seasoning and Parmesan Cheese.
Roll biscuit quarters in cheese mixture.
When butter has melted, remove bundt pan from oven and layer biscuit quarters around inside of pan.
 
Bake in oven 20 minutes or until nicely browned.
Eat while piping hot.

 
Family declared it very good...yummy...addictive...tastes like pizza bread...great for dipping in marinara sauce...make this again soon.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Bouquet of Bridal Sneak Peeks

 Some things a mother never wants to forget...#blogging scrapbook
Something new...
Kayleigh's bridal bouquet {handmade by the bride}
Something Old and Traditional...
Meme's Rosary 

In the Woods of Hodges Gardens
Matron of Honor blocking the sun for our photographer
Our awesome photographer and very good friend
Photo Break
Hiking up her wedding dress and racing to capture a shot at sunset
Placement (notice the evening shadows approaching)
A darkening field at sunset
Final pose
 
Wedding is in October. More photos to come.


Saturday, April 20, 2013

My World This Week

 Beauty {Life on a Clothesline}

 

Sweetness {Sleeping Baby}

Learning {Car-Schooling}

Kindness {Friends who know your heartstrings}

Surrounding Yourself in Nature {Honeysuckle left on Kitchen Table}

{Found outside while feeding the chickens: Spores? Mushrooms? Seeds? Egg?}

A Favorite Sign of Spring {Buttercup by the Mailbox}

Life in Motion {New Ride}

{the Smell of Leather}

Life's Little BooBoos {Make Shift Splint---plastic spork handle, napkin, and pony tail holder for jammed finger at ball park}

Good Eats {Family Crawfish Boil on a Saturday at son and daughter-in-love's backyard}

Making Life Pretty {Hudson's Gift Table after Baptism}

Cuteness {Grandbaby}

Blessings {Family}

Prayers {for Hudson and his Mom and Dad}

 

{for 1 year anniversary and Hudson's cousin due in September}

 

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Being in a Hurry is a Waste of Time



"A well-known pastor, he was once asked what was his most profound regret in life?
'Being in a hurry.' That is what he said.
'Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I’ve ever gained from being in a hurry.' "
 
 
* * * * *
 
I agree.
 
When I think back to my older children's childhood years, I think of all the swirling and spinning and fast-forward motion I did.
 
It isn't regret I feel. I know the past cannot be changed and life is what it is and I still catch myself weekly in a tailspin between rewind and fast-forward.

So I don't do regret because it's as much a waste of time as hurrying.
 
The difference and the agreement I find today in the words above is that I am now aware of the bustle and I attempt to slow down.

Crazy thing is, most often than not, my mode of hurrying is an attempt to slow down. Really!

Let me explain. If I have a task, a job, a commitment that must be done; I will hurry through it in order that I might get home to my children, my chickens, and my chair.

My children have called me sporadic. I walk fast. I decide fast. I motion fast. I don't have time for slow. Which is sad in some ways, not in others.

And yet...people have no idea how lazy I can be.

I like slow. I learned a long time ago that slow is better. I like to sit and ponder. I like to snuggle the grandbaby. I like to drink endless cups of coffee with my parents. I like to sit in the church office and ponder faith and religion. I like to just be.

And yet...life doesn't often let you just be.

Life moves quickly. We all know that.

And so I hurry in order to catch up with life.

It's a wonder really and perhaps it doesn't make much sense but I hurry in order to obtain the slow.

Once the task is done, the job is completed, the commitment is made; I go back to my syrupy  slow pace where I am at peace.

It's a give and a take.

All of life is.

The worse thing to do is to regret the hurried or the slow. To regret your life is to not have lived it fully.

Life, like heartbeats, is good; but the pauses, like sleeping breaths, matter too.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Grandbaby #2 Is a...


Hudson was on Team Boy...and he was right. He and and cousin Callen Dean will be a team, no doubt. :)



















 

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