Food, Family, Faith, and Fun — all wrapped up in one!
How many church cookbooks do you have? Even though I love the creativity and beautiful photography of professional cookbooks, there is something special about the tried and true daily recipes, approved by families, and shared with their friends in the church cookbook.
Read moreClassic Hashbrown Potato Casserole Made Gluten Free
Springtime in Minnesota is unpredictable, beautiful, annoying, and fickle. Admire early blooms one day, shovel snow the next. Grill and sit in the sun one day, shiver and build a fire for warmth the next.
A new star is born in our family galaxy of faves, inspired by my younger sister. Ellen is an amazing cook with 4 active teenagers to feed. Between busy schedules and special diets, Ellen has perfected healthy-food-in-a-hurry.
In recent months, I have been unfaithful to my first love at Chipotle. After sampling my daughter’s barbacoa bowl, I turned my back on a long-term relationship with chicken, and have had a fling with barbacoa.
Springtime. New life. Light evenings. Fresh breezes. Pussy willows. Daffodils. Campfires. And frost boil-jumping. What? Yes, that is one of my favourite activities in the spring.
‘Tis the season — for cosy sweaters, lighting candles, wearing slippers, and inviting friends over. Long, dark evenings aren’t nearly as depressing when surrounded by family and friends. Pull out a puzzle or board game, pour something tasty to drink, and share a delicious meal that was made in advance so you don’t miss a minute of the fun.
Every once in a while something from my kitchen doesn’t turn out very well. A flop. Disaster. Epic failure. At those times, inevitably, one of my kids says, “You should have followed a recipe, Mom”. I did! It just wasn’t a very good recipe! But in reality, recipes are just guidelines. I seldom follow them exactly, but alter them to match the ingredients I have on hand, or according to my instinct of what will taste great.
I love playing in the band at church. The talent on the platform each Sunday is enough to blow my mind, and we have a blast together. The only drawback is the crazy-early rehearsals.
Maybe Midwesterners have a reputation for bland food, but it’s totally not the truth. We love spicy food! This is not a Japanese teriyaki because I don’t usually have “sake” or “mirin” in the house. But there’s always Svedka vodka!
There is something special about red potatoes. I’m not exactly sure why, but it probably has to do with the many summers I spent in Sweden eating this staple.
