Friday, December 28, 2012

who actually makes feta cheese??

I have a friend from college whose middle name is "Martha Stewart".

Debby . . .
is a steadfast christian
is a very talented artist
is a "home keeping" wonder
grows and cans all of their vegetables
always cooks everything from scratch
teaches art classes to a home school group
has a homeopathic remedy for most ailments
takes care of a hillside farm with her engineer husband
home schooled her 4 children {all college graduates now}
has been a faithful friend for 43 (!) years

She gave us this wonderful basket of homemade gifts for Christmas.

hot pepper jelly {Christmas eve hors d'Ĺ“uvre}
lemon curd {served with our blueberry bread}
eggs from her chickens {Christmas breakfast}
feta cheese {so creamy and delicious on our salads}
cards {painted by her very talented youngest daughter}

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas

Sunday, December 23, 2012

christmas martini

Christmas Martini
{4  servings}

8 ounces good quality vodka
4 full size quality candy canes *
8 ounces cranberry juice

Break candy canes into small pieces. Put candy cane pieces into a 12 ounce jar and add 1 cup vodka. Screw on lid and shake to mix. Let vodka sit in refrigerator, shaking occasionally, until candy dissolves and vodka turns red, about 30 minutes.

Serve over ice in martini glass:
2 ounces candy cane infused vodka
4 ounces cranberry juice

I bet it would be good in sprite or tonic as well if you like a "taller beverage".

*I used candy canes from the Dollar Tree in one batch and the vodka 
turned out pink and cloudy. It tasted the same but wasn't as pretty.

I packaged some of the vodka in 8 ounce water bottles to give as gifts.

Original Rachel Ray Recipe

Candy Cane Vodka
12 full-sized candy canes
1  750 ml bottle vodka

Break candy canes into small pieces. Put candy cane pieces into bottle of vodka. Screw on lid and shake to mix. Let vodka sit, shaking occasionally, until candy dissolves and vodka turns red, about 30 minutes. Serve over ice, or use to spike eggnog or hot chocolate.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


Ezra Sparrow {3 months old}
Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Monday, December 17, 2012

Staff Sgt. Nicholas Reid, U.S. Army

Every Sunday we DVR and then watch 
"This Week" with George Stephanopoulos 

At the close of each program in a segment called 
In Memoriam
where they scroll a listing of all reported military deaths from that week 

It is always sad to read these names but this week was particularly sad for our community 

On the list was 
Staff Sgt. Nicholas Reid, U.S. Army

A 26-year-old soldier from Brockport died December 13 in Landstuhl, Germany from wounds suffered on December 9, in Sperwan Village, Afghanistan. The Army said his family was with him when he died.

Reid was wounded when enemy forces attacked his unit with an improvised explosive device IED. He was assigned to the 53rd Ordnance Company (EOD), 3rd Ordnance Battalion, Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Washington.

Reid entered the Army in 2006. This was his second deployment to Afghanistan. He had been there since September.

This is how I remember Nick, a cute little red-headed boy who played soccer with my son.

Our prayers are with the Reid family as they struggle through this tragic time.

Friday, December 14, 2012

pray big

Do you pray for your children?
My children are all in states of transition and I pray for them daily.

One is getting married in 6 months
One has moved across the country with his wife and is starting a new job
One has moved home to return to college and has chosen a rigorous course of study
One lives half way around the world raising two children in a developing country

Even though they are all young adults their needs are many.

This sermon last Sunday was what my spirit needed.

December 9, 2012
Pastor Lyn Olson
Philippians 1.3, 7-11
{listening to this sermon would be 20 minutes well spent}

More Venice Presbyterian Church Sermons

In the bulletin was this poem . . .

On Children
 Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.