Learning Something New

While browsing blogs this week I came across a post which introduced me to a new art form. I never heard the word Zentangle before much less made one, but after checking some guidelines and looking up a few tangles, here is the result. In its simplest description, a Zentangle is a deliberate doodle in which you paint spaces with patterns. It is sometimes called yoga for the brain. Now that I have tried it with the materials I had on hand (a sketch pencil and fine tipped pen) I plan to shop for supplies and practice some more. Mine are obviously beginning attempts, but that is one of the plus points for these 3 1/2", one of a kind squares of line drawing and pencil smudges: no right or wrong! It is hard to do just one!

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Let it Snow

February has ushered Winter right to our front door. We woke this morning to howling winds and plummeting temperatures. Predictions are for snow before the end of the week, and a hard freeze every night this week. I went outside to cover some plants, moved others inside, and came back in even more thankful for the warmth and shelter of home. I think Bella just opened one eye and agreed with me.

Putting It All Together

I love introducing good people to good food.  That is one reason I am cooking soup one Wednesday night a month for over 50 people.  Our weekly church suppers give me a chance for a favorite meet and greet.  This week we will have Mexican Chicken Stew, served with cheese quesadillas and greens tossed with apples, walnuts, and apple cider vinaigrette.  With help from loving family and good friends (many hands make light work), the large steaming pots of stew will warm a cold evening.  Even better, as we gather around tables to enjoy eating together, hearts are warmed, too.  As I  put on my favorite apron, and begin to chop and simmer, putting it all together - I stir with a spoon that belonged to my father who, with my mother, ran a small cafe in a bus station in East Texas. 

When the soup is ready, I will ladle it into bowls with a ladle that he also used in the cafe. He put delicious foods together, and had customers who came back time after time for his home style cooking.  My earliest memories include aprons and spoons and feeding people.  I enjoy new recipes, new kitchen tools, and new opportunities to cook for others, but I will always love using Daddy's old spoon and ladle.

Making the Gifts Last

When our temperatures threatened to drop significantly below freezing a few weeks ago, we stripped our pepper and fall tomato plants and brought the harvest inside to add some flavor to our winter soups and omelets.  The tomatoes obliged by ripening a few at a time.  Habanero, Jalapeno, and Gypsy peppers were beautiful in bowl or basket, and have been welcome heat!  Only a few remain, and I find myself counting them and thinking they are almost all gone.  I am keeping a gratitude journal this year.  So I will write that I am thankful for the gifts my garden has given me.  Long past the time the plants have withered and faded, the fruit they produced nourishes and delights us.  Our lives can be like that too.

Packing the Christmas Dress

When my mother was growing up, they never put up the Christmas tree until Christmas eve.  All the festivities and celebrating came after Christmas.  They  celebrated the 12 days of Christmas beginning with Christmas day.  Now that we decorate our and trees much earlier (ours is usually done on Thanksgiving weekend) we have longer to enjoy our house with its Christmas dress on, but I still don’t like to take anything down until Epiphany.  As I pack away ornaments and manger scenes, I remember that I am not putting away the Christ-light.  Nearly 30 years ago I wrote about “undecorating”. 

The mantle seems lonely without the little manger scene.

The house looks plain, bereft of red and green.

The tree is down, the front door bare.

No wreath or garland festooned there.

Our mailbox no longer yields its daily harvest of cards.

The lights and Santas are gone from all the yards.

We packed away the manger scene,

But not the shine of the star!

For His new birth within us, no time or season can mar.

Because He was born, we have Christmas.

Because He died we have life.

Because He lives we have new years

No matter what serves us with strife.

We thank Him for peace and for promise.

We thank Him for love and for sight.

We thank Him for meaning and purpose.

We live to show darkness the Light.

Definitely older, hopefully wiser...I sing along to Andrea Bocelli's Christmas album, allow a few tears to fill my eyes, and am aware that the gifts of Christmas continue.

A Fresh Pot of Tea

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I believe in enjoying Christmas gifts right away!  This amazing tea flower opens as a fresh pot of tea is brewed: fragrant, lovely, delicious!  I would never have known how beautiful this could be if I had not opened the present, looked inside the box,  removed the strange little ball of leaves, placed it in the tea pot, and added the boiling water.  Without taking the illustration too far, allow me to say this may be a lesson for our new year.  Let's open our gift, learn all we can, believe beyond first sight,  use what we have received,   and be astonished at unexpected beauty.  Here's to tasting  2011~

Vintage Postcard Cookies

Most of my Christmas baking is chosen from long time family favorites: German Butterballs, Candy Cane Cookies, Pumpkin Bread, Thumbprint Cookies - although I bake  less each year.  Last week, with the help of my daughter in law, I tried something I never even heard of, much less had done before.  I made large, card sized molasses cookies, frosted and decorated with wonderful vintage images that might have graced postcards in my grandmother's time.  These are printed on wafer paper and applied in a very simple way, completely edible, and a beautiful addition to our Christmas dinner.  The photo gleams back at you due to a pearlized finish applied as the last step.  If you are a baker, try www.fancyflours.com for these and other ways to add fun and fanciful finishes.  OK, I confess, I already ordered some for Valentine cookies.