Quiet and common notions...shared here...with you! Of life ~ our hearts and our home.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

So, this is It!!


And, I echo... "Yeah, this is it!". We are down to the home stretch. These next few days are the final days before "the move". I (personally) am still mourning the loss that it isn't a move to NC. But, at the same time, I am grateful and rejoicing in the Lord's provision for what he has provided for us, here in PA.
As Scott and I were talking over the past weekend about the moving plans and details we admitted to some things that we will miss about this place. Here are a few of those things we mentioned.
  • all the natural lighting , during the day, that we had from all the windows surrounding the house
  • the wild raspberry patch out back
  • the largest forsythia and bridal wreath bushes I have ever seen... some of my favorites
  • all the coolness (gentle breezes) coming up the hill from the creek - we were always a few degrees cooler around here then most folks
  • that might of had a lot to do with all the shade trees around
  • the deer and other wildlife
  • lots of memories, made

And, I love Scott's nostalgia...

  • "This is where our little ones were born and raised. This is their first memory of Home!" (Not that Aubrey will remember much)

There is a lot we won't miss. For instance, the steep hill (not flat) driveway. But that, and more, is better left unsaid. We do look forward to the new place with great anticipation. There is so much more that awaits us there... in ways that it will suit our family's needs better, as the little ones continue to grow. More then we could have ever dreamed or imagined, awaits us.

A house is not a home unless that is where the heart is.

And, so I do want to mention something that has been impressed upon my heart through all this season of packing and moving. How and why do we have so much Stuff? Thank God this is only temporal. We do have to live and have our being. But...

Heaven is my HOME!! And, I cannot wait to go there. Still, in the meantime, we are meant to be faithful stewards of the earthly blessings that he has given us. Lord, help us be just that...

Faithful! because, this is it!!

: : By the way, we move this coming Friday/Saturday so they're won't be any more blog posting's until after we get relocated.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Friday's Finds - Choice Words!

"How sweet are your words to my taste,
sweeter then honey to my mouth!" ~ Psalm 119: 103
Several weeks, ago now, we were outside raking and cleaning up the yard. And we found this - what we think was a - yellow jacket's nest. Thankfully, it was an abandoned nest. Something like this would not have been too pleasant to unveil while there was still life - buzzing around in here. What does this have to do with choice words? Obviously, when I see a nest like this -it reminds me of my own house ("heart life", if you will).

I turned to scripture to see what I could find. Scripture doesn't even talk much about these type of insects but it does make several references to honey, even wild honey (but that's a whole other subject). I know that yellow jackets do not produce a sweet honey, to enjoy, as we would get from honey bees, but rather what we get is "selfish, nasty and erratic" behavior if and when they are bothered. Uhmmm. Did I mention choice words?

: : Sources say, "It's a good idea to leave ignore these insects, (maybe they'll go away), unless they are infringing on your daily activities - and for that their are ways to get rid of them". Otherwise, they are a good thing to have around as they eat other insects , etc. The only real nuisance about them, and why they are deemed "pesty", is because of their ability to sting.

Here are several verses found in Psalm 19 that really got me thinking about this...
starting with verse 7.
"The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul. The
statues of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. The precepts
of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord
are radiant, giving light to the eyes. The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever. The ordinances of the Lord are sure
and altogether righteous.
They are more precious then gold,
then much pure gold; they are sweeter then honey,
then honey from the comb.
By them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward.
Who can discern his errors? Forgive my hidden faults.
Verse 13... Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they
not rule over me.
Then will I be blameless, innocent of great
transgression.
May the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight O Lord,
my Rock and my Redeemer."



Another interesting fact about the way a yellow jacket will build it's nest, is that it will be be mostly underground and burrowed deep into the crevices of a former hole dug out by some other creature. It also will build it's nest in layers (as you saw in the one picture). I just thought this was all interesting to think about... seeing quite a few similarities in regards to my own house or "heart life". The deep, the hidden, the dark, layer upon layer that I don't often let other's see unless I am, quite frankly, "bothered". And then, sadly, comes the selfish, the nasty, and even (at times) the erratic behaviors or words or thoughts - what have you.

It reminds me of the song; "My heart is like a house. One day I let the Savior in. I was so ashamed. His light revealed my hidden sin.... (chorus) Is there a place in your heart where even you won't go? You have some things hidden there, you don't want no one to know but He's handed you the key with tears of love on his face. He said, my child, I'll make you clean. Just let me in your secret place". I don't know if I have these words verbatim - I just went with what was off the top of my head.

But this is where I love the Word of God! The verses, I just shared, are such great reminders to me of how precious His words really are. Of where I need His grace and forgiveness on a regular basis. When I meditate on His goodness, and really take in these words as my food, then
My prayer is this...
"Lord, I want my words to be Choice Words! -and the meditations of my heart
to be pleasing to You".
Especially when it comes to the daily interractions with my spouse, my children, and of course, in all other relationships. Oh, I have a long way to go. Don't I, honey?



Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Bittersweet Blessing

The other evening I was both pleased and sad to attend a "Farewell" get together for my friend, Janelle, and her husband (also their son, of course) as they are in the works of moving to MO. I wanted to give her a good-bye gift... and I knew she was interested in one of my bags. So, here is the one that I gave to her. I sorta think, she was really, really tickled - at least that's the impression she left with me. I'm glad. I really wanted to bless her in some small way, one for her friendship and two, for the blessing she is leaving behind...


~Bags by Bevy~


You see, "the blessing" she is leaving behind is the farmhouse apartment that we'll be moving into in less then 10 days. We are so excited and very ready. It's a very bittersweet thing for her I'm sure. I just hope she knows how much we'll "take care" of their sweet farmhouse apartment back here in PA.

"We'll really miss you, Janelle! May God bless you and your family as you settle in, down in MO".

: : photo's taken of just another Bag by Bevy!!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Applesauce Corn Muffins

Do you have "old" applesauce in the freezer that you don't know what to do with...? You don't want to waste it because you know you can do "something" with it! Well, here is a great recipe.
Why don't you give it a try?

~Applesauce Corn Muffins~
1 1/4 cup flour (I use Whole Wheat sometimes, and it's great)
3/4 cup corn meal
1/3 cup sugar
3 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. salt
1 cup applesauce
1/3 cup milk
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1 egg
Combine flour, corn meal, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Combine remaining ingredients in a separate bowl, then add to dry ingredients mixing just until dry ingredients are moistened. Fill greased or paper lined muffin tins 2/3 full. Bake in a preheated 425* oven for 15-20 minutes or until golden brown. Yield: 12 muffins
: : This is such a great muffin recipe to serve with a Roast Pork meal; a great twist on that usual "side of cornbread". These bake up beautifully and freeze just as well.
I'm positive you won't be disappointed.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Southern Culture Shock Influences Curiosity...

I have a curious question brewing in my heart and mind... that I can't shake or resolve. So, I thought I would pose it out to ya'll - and I really hope to hear some feedback on this one. Here is the question.

"How does it make you feel when another adult, either corrects your child, or takes over caring for your child, all while in your presence?"

Please, at the outset, understand that I desire to ask this in a humble way and in so doing do not want to offend anyone in the least.

The question comes on the heels of a topic in conversation that I had had, one afternoon, with my Mother-in-law, who I call Susie Mom, while she was here visiting (up from the south). Let me set the stage...

We were (honestly) asking each other if we "drive each other crazy"....good ole heart to heart conversation... and it led into her saying that she didn't think I was going to be fully prepared for "southern hospitality" and all that, that entails. (this was back when we still thought we would be moving to NC). I questioned her comment but at the same time I understood where she was coming from. The reason that she said this was because I mentioned that I didn't know how to handle one of my friends (who lives in NC) "taking over" for me, in the realm of childcare, one time while we were visiting them.
: : It made me feel like I was not doing well as a Mom or that I was getting "pushed around" - not that, that was her intention in the least. She was just being herself - a "good ole southern mama", with all of the best intentions in mind. She thought she was doing me a service because at the time I was pregnant and "tired". I love her to pieces, don't get me wrong... I just didn't know what to make of it.

Another quick illustration was recently, one Saturday morning, I was at our church for a ladies breakfast. We were sitting around the table, sharing our thoughts on the topic that was just presented. One lady was sharing a rather personal situation about her own children and one of the other mother's little girl, indeed, spoke out of turn - asking for more information to which another woman (coincidentally, who is also from the south!) at the table quickly retorted (rather politely, I might add) to the little girl "Well, that is just none of your business". She spoke truth...and I thought the same thing...but I wouldn't have had the courage or boldness to say that to her, especially in front of the little girls mother who was also sitting there, but she was comfortable in doing that.

Susie Mom went on to tell me that, "In the south, nobody thinks twice about "correcting" or "taking charge" (if action demands it) of another person's child... even if the parents are present". That just totally surprises me.

Even my own sisters, Mother or Mother-in-law can step over the line (with me) on this and I shared that with Susie Mom too. But, was I being too honest? Am I the one with "issues" in this regard? Is it a Northern versus Southern thing? Where is the line drawn on this??

I know I probably have done this with my own nieces and nephews, a time or two, but I don't know that I could do that with a friends child (let alone a mere acquaintance). I honestly cannot imagine doing this to someone else's child, especially when the parents are in the same room - unless the child is in immediate danger. It's also a whole different ballgame (in my opinion) if the children are solely in your care for a period of time.

But should we? Should we be bold(er) in the well-being of "other's" children? Scripture says we are to "restore him gently, if he is caught in a sin" -Galatians 6:1 (paraphrase mine) and it also says in Philippians 2:4 that "Each of you should look not only at your own interests, but also to the interests of others".

I came across a paragraph in the book "A life that says welcome", by Karen Ehman that talks about this very subject. This is in reference to guests who are in your own home. It reads;

"Let children know rules and boundaries. Be polite, but if there are items that are off-limits to your own children, then by all means, don't let another mom's child carry around the (heirloom glass) item. Been there, broke that."

Okay. So, I've been really thinking about this as I have been writing. And I hope you know or realize that I do want to have a soft heart about this. I just have honestly have been wondering how to handle this, not that it is a daily happening, but it just makes me so curious.

I want my children to be polite, respectful and obedient especially if and when they are guests in others homes - I also want to know if I need to grow in humility by means of my southern friends boldness in their care and correction with my children. I love "Southern Culture"... its hospitality and its influences...I just want to learn how to handle it all.

: : Let me know what you think? If you know me personally and are not sure how to post a comment but you have my personal email address- go ahead and send me an email. I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

It's time to air the laundry!

Nope! Can't do it... she's too precious.
(Although the bib could sure use a washing. Uhmm.)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Introducing Sarah!!

My real-life friend, Sarah, has the best thing going for her right now. I absolutely love her artistic style, her crazy talent, and am completely amazed with her abilities and stamina to be able to do all of this and be a stay-at-home-mom, to three amazing kids, all while homeschooling them at the same time. Her hubby even helps with the photo shoots. I think its great!!

I asked her if I could give her a "shout-out" on my blog, and she said, "sure!".

So, please check out her clothing shop here. I think you'll like what you see...keep in mind that she is always adding new designs to her clothing line. Let her know what you think!!



: : I really hope to own one of her pieces of wearable art, myself, one day!!

Monday, April 13, 2009

April 13, 1996 -Home Free!!

This is a date that I will never forget. It is a date that has changed our family - my life- forever. It is the date that my earthly father went home to be with his Heavenly Father. Too soon? At age 43 - yes! but not too soon in God's will and timing. To us, as a family, it doesn't always make sense.


Little did I know that Saturday, April 13th, 1996 would mean such dramatic change for our family. I was the oldest of nine children (still am!) but had just moved out of the house and was "on my own". My Dad was one of my favorite people. He was funny. He had that dry sense of humor like, very witty. We thought a lot alike. Perhaps that is where I get some of my humor... I can only think (hope) that's where it is from. Maybe that is why we got along so well. But he had a hard time "letting me go".

I missed him too... The day he passed, I thought about stopping in at home earlier that afternoon just to say "Hello", but I didn't. I had other stuff to do - a wedding in the morning, shopping.... and a movie-night with friends. In fact I remember hanging out at my girlfriends house (we were eating something before going to the movies) and I felt a shock go through me, head to toe - I don't know why, but I remember looking at the clock and seeing it was 8pm! and that was that.

On my home to my apartment that night. It was raining pretty heavy and I thought to myself, "I'll have to see if Dad can help me get new wiper blades for this car"... at the same time I had the radio on and the program being aired at the time (I don't recall who or what it was) but I remember the man saying something about things happening for a reason - things that we don't always understand but it's always part of God's master plan. I continued the few miles home thinking about that statement. NOT KNOWING -yet- that I would live out those very words in just a few short minutes.

Imagine the shock of getting home to my apartment that night, after being out late, and finding a note on my table to call home. " It's an EMERGENCY! No matter what time, Call home!" This was way before cell phones (especially for a conservative Mennonite family)... and I lived in a basement apartment below my cousin Ruth and her husband... so she had left the note. My cousin said to me later that it was the hardest thing; lying in bed -waiting for me to come home- because she could hear my car coming up the road knowing what I had to face when I came through my door. To this day, I am so grateful that she was there for me that night. I/ we all did not sleep much that night.

To make a long story, more on the shorter side... I found out that he died at/around 8pm that night. That my brother, who was nine, at the time, basically saw it all happen. That according to my Mom, it seemed that he had this premonition... he kept saying to my Mom through out the day that he loved her and the children... he saw the Chiropractor earlier that day in hopes to find relief for pain and discomfort he was feeling. The autopsy report stated that cause of death was pneumonia (or as best described to us as "fast-acting consuming Pneumonia").

I'm trying to remember different memories that my siblings may have had (and shared at one time or another) ... like I said there were nine of us. I was 23 at the time and my youngest brother was 3. He would say he only remembers my Dad through pictures or by the rest of us talking about him. So, obviously my memories are different then some of the others. My one sister would say "what a week!" that was (tough!), another was worried "who would teach her how to drive a car? (although I would say that she is one of the best driver's of all our family), another would have regrets of being in an "argument" per say with him that day, somebody remembered my little brothers being up in the tree house earlier that afternoon having a prayer meeting for him... I guess in praying before the meal, at dinner time, the night before, he asked the Lord for a healing touch - because he didn't feel well.

There is SO MUCH I could say about him... a humble, patient, sensitive, servant-hearted (very much behind the scenes), hardworking carpenter-by-trade (but did everything), witty... I could go on and on. He was the best!!

That's why I included the words Home Free in the title of this post. The words are from lyrics to a song, sung by Wayne Watson; "...home free eventually, at the ultimate healing he will be home free...". Someone shared this with us as a family - a gracious, gentle reminder- much needed at the time, that he -My Dad!- was Home in Heaven, free of all this world. And we will see him again. He certainly had his trials here, disappointments, heavy labor and toil, his health was "okay", although he was on medication for his mental health and well-being. He had nine kids, he was tired. A lot!! But he's FREE!! Taking him home was God's way of ultimately bringing healing to my Dad's physical needs. I really believe that.

Did it make it easy for us? No! But that is where our faith has been strengthened. Yes, time does bring healing (for those who question this). It has made us more sympathetic to others (especially those with young children) who have lost their spouses (or parent) -too young. And, like I mentioned before... we will see him again - in Heaven. That is our hope, our encouragement. Ultimately, our hope is to see our heavenly Father first - meeting him face to face. But the picture I get of my Dad - dancing on streets of gold is so precious to me. You have to understand that conservative Mennonites don't (usually) "dance" (period) but I am sure, this one is!!!!

The Lord has really been so gracious to my Mother and to the rest of us as a family, over the past 13 years. So many of our friends and family have been such a support and a tremendous blessing financially, emotionally, pratically, hugs and prayers. Thank you!! It still means a lot.

I miss my Dad. And I do think, from time to time, about all the things he is really "waiting" for us to enjoy along side of him in Heaven, yet I think about how much I cannot believe that he is not here to enjoy my blessings too. Like my wonderful husband and his two grandchildren. (Actually, he has 7 grandchildren in all, now, -somehow I think he knows that though.)

"I love you, Dad!! You being in Heaven gives me a greater desire to join you there- but only in God's timing and design - His master plan"!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Bags, by Bevy!

Every sewer's dream, come true...
~Look what I found!~


Last fall, I came across a stack of various fabrics at one of my favorite fabric stores,
out in Lancaster Co., that was just begging to go home with me.
I wondered, at the time, what would come out of it... and since I needed to make a few "homemade" Christmas gifts...



Well, here are the results!



~one in front, gift for my Mom~




~gift for my sister, Rachel~




~one I, currently, am using for myself~




I really enjoy using this bag as my purse.
With the random fabrics such as I've found - I feel like, like I've found a REAL treasure! Something others maybe have never noticed, or cared, about before.
To put something together, like this, in such a unique creative way
- that is both useful & personal-
makes me feel like my "sewing creativities" are still working for me.
( I haven't sewed, sewed in a long time!)
And, in the meantime, what a great way to use up the savored button collection!!




Now, I'm on a run with it. You can only imagine how many other
"stacks of fabrics"
I've come across since... and what I'm currently working on.







:: Do you like what you see? I'm pretty sure there will be a GIVEAWAY in the near future... along with a more "detailed introduction" to Bags by Bevy... Keep checking in!

Happy Easter, to all!!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Daffodils!

So spring has officially sprung around here. Where we live it's really hard to plant flowers because of all pine trees and wooded area. So, these are the few forms of beauty that do proudly show their colors. It always make me smile... especially when daffodils bring on two very different memories that I want to share with you today.




One of those is... Daffodil Cake! My Mother would make this recipe every spring or especially around Easter time. I was thinking about it the other day... of course, because of these pictures and when her and I talked this morning over the phone she mentioned that she would like to make this cake for Easter dinner. As it turns out - I offered to make it for part of my contribution to the meal. So I have the cake recipe but no picture of it as of yet. The recipe is from an old Mennonite Community Cookbook and you can see what the book looks like here .
The other memory that I have as a result of Daffodils comes from our honeymoon and a "little argument" that Scott and I would have each time we drove past this little church.
We stayed at a wonderful little cabin (in VA) "way off the beaten path", so it seemed. And every time we needed to get out to civilization we would pass by this little white church which underneath it's sign were these beautiful daffodils. I got to thinking that the time of year wasn't quite right for such bright yellow daffodils. This was about the middle of May! So, I mentioned that "they weren't real... that they had to be fake, and that I knew people who did that sort of thing". (No offense if you are ones of those!!- each to his own. It is sort of ingenious.)
Well, Scott did not agree with me. To him, they were very real. Until, finally, I insisted that we pull over into the church parking lot (while out on one of our excursions). He wondered what I was going to do until I bailed out of the car, walked over to the flower bed, pulled a silk flower stem out of the ground, waved it in the air and promptly stuck it back into the ground. All I got was, "oh!". (Sorry, little church - I just blew your cover.)
It still makes me chuckle. Not because I "won that argument" but just for the memory that it made. Now, here is that recipe for the daffodil cake I mentioned ( I wish I had a picture of it, for you).
~Daffodil Cake~
A beautiful yellow and white cake; perfect for the occasion!
1st part:
6 egg whites
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. cream of tarter
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup cake flour
1/2 tsp. vanilla
Beat egg whites until frothy, add salt and cream of tarter. Beat until stiff but not dry. Gradually beat in sugar (tablespoon at a time). Gradually fold in flour; add vanilla. Pour into un-greased tube pan.
2nd part:
6 egg yolks
1/2 cup sugar
2 tbs. cold water
2/3 cup cake flour
3/4 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. orange or lemon extract
1/2 tsp vanilla
Beat egg yolks until thick and lemon- colored. Add water, flavorings and sugar. Continue to beat. Sift together flour and baking powder; add gradually to egg foam mixture. Fold together until blended. Pour on top of white batter and bake at 350* for one hour. Invert tube pan to cool.
This recipe sounds boring, to me, without an icing. So I plan to drizzle a lemon-flavored glaze made with powdered sugar, lemon juice and milk over the top as it is just about cool.
Other wise I remember it to be like a sponge cake. It is so good!! And it is a great dessert to keep as a "tradtion" made special at Easter time or simply just because it's Spring!

: : photos taken of daffodils out in our bare yard.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Simple Prayers

As parents, Scott and I are desirous to teach our children (as best as we are able) the ways of the Lord. One of those ways is by leading in example of praying whether it's before meals or at bedtime, etc. We can tell it is leaving an impact with our little ones, when at the dinner table, we'll all join hands, Scott will lead out in prayer, and Caleb will take "sissy's" hand. (It doesn't always last... as there are usually hungry outbursts that will occur because the prayer can get "too long"- in their little minds).

It's also quite precious when we catch Caleb (never with a camera, of course) in the act of praying. It's been several times where he'll be standing by the doll crib, or sitting on his little white chair up to the play table, with his head bowed, his eyes closed and you can hear his audible mumblings. We don't know what he's saying, but he's praying.

I grew up in a Christian home. And we would have these "little prayers" that my Mother would lead out with at lunch-time that were poetic - and very easy for little ones to remember. Sort of like "Now I lay me down to sleep" is, at bedtime, which everybody knows, no doubt. There is one prayer that I remember very well and it's so easy to learn. It goes like this...

"Thank you for the world so sweet. Thank you for the food we eat.
Thank you for the birds that sing. Thank you, God, for everything. "
- Amen

There are many other little prayers, like this, that we've learned while growing up (either said or sung) and I definately want to teach this one to our little ones... but it causes me to question something. In my experience, of childhood praying, like this, it can seem a bit ritulistic, especially, over time day in and day out.

I hope I can teach my children to pray their prayers rather then to say their prayers. I can remember my Dad saying that to us as he would pass outside of our bedrooms going down the hall to his own room. "Pray your prayers, don't just say them!" and it was a great reminder to really think about what we were praying and not just what we were saying.

What are your thoughts on this? Do you have memories of childhood prayer times? And, what were some of the prayers that you would say every day over lunch, or before going to bed? Feel free to comment and share them with me. I would love to hear some new ones or be reminded of some old ones that I may have forgotten about.

There is something to be said, though, for a simple prayer that can only, really, be prayed in childlike faith and sincerity. I guess, if it teaches my children to give thanks to God in everything and for all things, then sometimes praying the same thing over and over, day in and day out, while their young, will leave an impression and (Lord willing) impact them greatly towards the ways of the Lord.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Friday's Finds- Pampered Chef & Pecan Pie!

I'm so excited!! This evening, my friend, Janelle, is hosting a Pampered Chef demonstration at her house. I just love their products and one of my most favorite things is their Stoneware product. (And please, don't make me pick which one). I highly recommend giving it a try, if you don't have a stone.

The other evening, Scott and I had a dinner invitation and I was asked to bring along a dessert. I decided to make Pecan Pie. Well, I found out that a recipe for a 9" pie fits rather nicely into the Medium Bar Pan. I just thought you might like to know that - Hint, Hint!

Here is my recipe for Pecan Pie and it's crust.


~Pecan Pie~


Crust:

1/2 cup water
1 cup vegetable oil
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
3 cups flour (sometimes I use whole wheat, or half whole wheat and half all-purpose)

First mix together water and oil. Then add flour, salt and baking powder mixture. Mix together and roll out. Yields 3 pie crusts. For this recipe, I don't roll it - it's difficult to do that - I just kinda press into the pan using my fingers, starting around the edges and and then working it into the center. Then I roll it using a small rolling pin (from Pampered Chef, of course) and then I finish it off by crimping the edge.

Pecan Pie:

1 cup white corn syrup
1 cup dark brown sugar
1/8 tsp. salt
1/3 cup melted butter
1 tsp. vanilla
3 eggs
1 heaping cup of shelled pecans ( I use, plus 1/2 cup chopped pecans)

In large bowl stir together first 6 ingredients until well blended. Stir in nuts. Pour into unbaked pastry shell. Bake in oven at 350* for 50 -55 minutes or until knife inserted halfway between center and edge comes out clean.

: : Serve with REAL whipped cream or vanilla ice cream!!

This is such an easy recipe. I really hope you enjoy!! Maybe you could say that the Medium Bar Pan is one of my favorite pieces of the Stoneware line.
Because here is another hint in using, the stone, to make your life a bit simpler.
I learned this tip from the Consultant who gave my demonstration a few weeks ago and I have been loving it ever since. It's so quick and so, so easy!

You take 1lb. of ground beef ( I like to mix in a couple of Tablespoons of Onion Soup Mix, for added flavor), press completely into the pan and snugly up against the sides. Bake in a 450* oven for about 15-20 minutes. There will be a lot of juices depending on the grade of beef. Let that finish cooking... bring it out of the oven... the juices will dissipate back into the meat (or somewhere) and lay 6 slices of cheese on it... and whalaa!, you have 6 Wendy's style cheeseburgers for dinner. Granted you don't have the "grill" flavor, but you have tender, juicy, Square burgers for a quick cheeseburger fix.


: : My hubby is going to read this post and you can guarantee that he'll be asking for Cheeseburger's tonight. Smile!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Your Blahb!

My Mother-in-law, from VA, was in visiting (again!- She was here just a few weeks ago.) for a few days and so she had been told the last time about me having this blog, yadda, yadda... and well,

I was about to ask her if she had gotten a chance to sit down and take a look at my blog yet and she "beat me to the punch" by coming up to me, looking up at me with big blue eyes and her hands clasped in front of her chest, saying in her sweet, southern drawl... as innocent as all get out... "I haven't gotten a chance to look at your blahb yet". I immediately thought "Yeah, that's about what it is - nothing but blahb". She realized what she said, and corrected herself, and I have had nothing but a chuckle ever since.

: : She told me I could share this with y'all.
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