Lamenting the fact that you can’t have apple crisp or apple pie this year? Need to lose yourself in some comfort food after the election week?
While it may not seem very fallish, this crumble dessert takes the cake! I made this batch of low-fodmap berry crisp for myself and my family ended up eating it all. To my amazement, they chose this dessert over apple pie for Thanksgiving next week.
Below is what I came up with after making a few fodmap-friendly adjustments, Continue reading
The first summer my husband and I were married we decided to road trip-it for a two week tour of the East Coast. So naturally, we bought our first car and racked up 3,000 miles within the first month.
Our trip was a conglomerate of sightseeing, trail-hiking, food-consuming, memory-making moments.
But there is one moment, one day in particular, I will never forget.
One moment in time that has been forever etched in my mind.
We celebrated the 4th of July with millions of other people. In Boston. Where the story of America began. Continue reading
I’m not gonna lie. If there’s one day I dread each year, it’s Father’s Day.
For many families, it’s a time of celebration; a day honoring the men they love and admire.
Every year, we go to church surrounded by families only to watch them all disperse to after-church lunch venues. In that moment, my husband and I look at each other with half-hearted smile and ask, “Well, what do you wanna do today?”
Because for some of us, Father’s Day isn’t always a happy one. Continue reading
I love the Easter Bunny as much as the next kid. In fact, I think I spotted his furry little tail in my yard yesterday. You can bet he’ll be back this weekend, sprinkling our home with color and candy.
But while he may bring us what we want, he won’t bring what we need. The Easter Bunny will leave us as he found us. Unchanged. Destined to face another Monday. Left again to deal with our anxieties and fears with little more than a sugar high.
This Easter I need more than marshmallows, eggs, and chocolate. I need peace for my anxiety. I need purpose in my life. I need strength to face my fears. I need to know I am not alone. To know that my life matters. To know that I am loved, regardless. Continue reading
Valentine’s Day brings out the sweet tooth in all of us. And nothing says love like those little heart shaped sugar cookies. So cute and tiny and practically guilt free. At least that’s what I tell myself.
I baked an entire batch of these at Christmas (reindeer shapes, of course) and they were gone immediately. I was literally rolling out my last ball of dough, watching sneaky little hands do a drive by on the other side of the island, swiping fresh cookies off the plate. All night my family kept dipping into my gluten free container when I wasn’t looking (you know who you are). Continue reading
I find Valentine’s Day a little heavy on the feminine side. The options are plentiful when it comes to gifts: cards, flowers, chocolate, dinner, jewelry, a massage, a night out…the romantic list is endless. All a guy has to do is pick one. But what about the men? Where is the masculine side of Hallmark when you need it most?
My husband is an amazing gift giver. He can pick up on the smallest cues throughout the year and actually remember them. Then surprise me year after year with his thoughtfulness. Me on the other hand? Horribly uncreative. The week before V-day I’m googling the web for “awesome gift ideas for my husband on valentine’s day”. Lame, I know. Gifts are just not my forte. Neither is acts of service. Go figure I’m married to a man who excels at both.
Can a girl get a witness?? Continue reading
This recipe has always been a tradition in my family. And now I make them every year, mostly because they were my Dad’s favorite!
But this recipe isn’t just popular in my home! This cookie goes by many names: Russian Tea Cakes, Mexican Wedding Cakes, Swedish Tea Cakes, Italian Butter Nut, Southern Pecan Butterball, and today’s favorite – Snowballs! This recipe is pretty popular around the world and made its first debut in a 1950 Betty Crocker cookbook!
This Gluten Free Flour Now Rocks My World Continue reading
Kids naturally love the idea of Santa. I mean, what’s not to love? His eyes twinkle, he brings toys, his favorite snack is cookies, and he lives in a land of magic. There’s a superhero, supernatural element to him. Not to mention you get to climb on his lap, tell him everything you’ve ever wanted, and know he’ll deliver. He’s basically the embodiment of the best grandparent ever.
Maybe you never gave Santa a passing thought. Then you had kids. Suddenly you’re at a crossroad. Is teaching your kids about Santa naughty or nice?
Christians seem to especially wrestle with this. After all, the real meaning of Christmas is the baby in the manger not the man in the sleigh. But Santa and his reindeer are everywhere. Try as you might, your child is bound to ask questions and get swept up in the excitement. As a parent, you may feel like you’re fighting an uphill battle to keep Christ at the center of Christmas.
So what do you do? Is there any harm in believing in Santa? Should you preserve the imagination of childhood? Do you get your kids to buy into an idea you know to be fiction and fantasy? What happens when they discover the truth? How will they rationalize that Santa is a fake? Will they feel duped? Lied to? Worse yet, will they wonder if other unseen figures – like Jesus – are also a fabrication of the mind?
These are tough questions to wrestle with as a parent. If you feel torn between fantasy and fact this season, let me ease your fears. I would like to propose a radical idea this Christmas:
Contrary to popular opinion, Santa and Jesus are not archenemies. They are not battling it out to see who wins the center of Christmas this year. You do not have to vote one of them off your Christmas list. You can teach your kids about Santa and still keep Christ in Christmas. How? I’m so glad you asked… Continue reading