I like to eat great food. I also like to cook great food. Collecting recipes have been a passion of mine for years though I haven’t scratched the surface of trying all of them.
Writing a cookbook was something I contemplated but didn’t move forward to create one. The thought escaped meI until recently.
Reflecting on the way I cook I realized I make up recipes as I go. Most times I put my spin on recipes I follow. When I research recipes online I usually combine several and make it my own. The results have been positive most time.
My goal for the future is to write down my creations as I will tweak them. A cookbook will be written before I know it.
The other day I decided I wanted to make a frittata—a new experience for me. I researched recipes until I found the right one. I tweaked the recipe and cooked the frittata. I served myself a piece and it was delicious. The leftovers went in the fridge for the next day.
When I opened the refrigerator I saw the milk and realized I forgot to add the milk to the frittata. Much to my surprise, the missing milk didn’t affect the recipe. It tasted great the way it was. Now I have to make it again and include the milk.
When (if) you cook, do you follow the recipe or make it your own?
There’s a fight in my yard. No referee to be found. A brawl—it must be a brawl. Wings flapping frantically, squawking and pecking. Ducking and dodging, perch dives. I should be selling tickets for this event. And the winner is…
A year ago I bought my first bird feeder to draw wild birds to my yard. This year I added a couple more feeders including a Hummingbird feeder.
One of the feeders has two perches. That doesn’t work when there are four or more birds fighting for their turn.
The other feeder’s perch can accommodate at least six birds. Sometimes that doesn’t work either.
The bigger feeder has different food in it. I’ve come to the conclusion the birds like the food in the little feeder better. They will eat the other food but prefer what’s in the little feeder. It’s like preferring to eat a nice steak dinner as opposed to going to a fast food joint.
I filled all of them this morning and the little one is already empty. So what are they fighting for? I wish I knew. They could stop fighting and fly over to the other one and have a satisfying meal.
I don’t want a fast food meal instead of a steak dinner.
In order to calm the brawlers down I’m going to buy a bigger feeder with four to six perches for the preferred food. Little do they know but they will have to eat the three bags of food until it’s gone.
No brawlers allowed.
Today I was reading Acts 2 when I got to verse 25. Peter was telling the crowd that gathered what King David prophesied about Jesus.
I see that the LORD is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me.
I began looking in my past at the things that could have ended my life—an abusive husband and a boyfriend that tried to kill me by shooting me.
As I looked at the various incidents I could see that the LORD was always with me and delivered me from the destruction that was on my path. My Uncle who was a physician said I should have been dead from the shooting. But God!
I have to admit I was shaken and afraid. Even in my fear and trembling the LORD was right beside me. He is always with me today.
LORD I thank you that no matter what situation we find ourselves in you are right there with us.
Is there fear and trembling in your life? I’m here to tell you the LORD is always with you. Be encouraged.
This week I crossed a milestone in my writing.
I’ve written five pages of a story. For some reason I thought I couldn’t write anything longer than three-fourths of a page–my blog or a poem.
I’ve been attending a writers group for over two years and now have my own group. I have two conferences and many workshops under my belt. Everyone was writing books except me. I didn’t believe I could write anything of that magnitude and surely couldn’t write fiction.
Another conference is coming up next month with a different platform. This year there will be workshops where accomplished writers help with your writing skills through something you’ve written.
That posed a problem for me. I had nothing–what would I do.
I was flipping through my tablet and came across something I’d written. It was notes that could become a story or even a book. With that in my hand I was still unsure if I could complete the task. I don’t recall writing the notes–it is my handwriting. I guess I did.
I spent a couple of weeks encouraging myself and writing tidbits The Lord was giving me.
This week became the week to do it. I sat at my dining table. I played a few games and checked my Facebook. Then I took a leap into a task that seemed bigger than life. After a few minutes I was on a roll. I wrote the five pages I needed. If it hadn’t been 1:30 am I would have written more pages.
I don’t know what an experienced writer will say about it but I’ve jumped a major hurdle and am pleased with myself. I will finish my story/book whether it’s publishable or not.
What task have you tackled that you never thought you could?
I read a post of my friend remembering her relationship with her mother and encouraging mothers everywhere. I was moved when reading it because I could relate in my relationship with my mother whom I miss dearly.
With my friend’s permission I am reposting her piece.
A mother is so different than a father…at least mine were. She is the nurturer…the one you turned to when you had wounds, both physical and emotional. She fussed over you and made sure you learned manners. She took time to read to you and hear your prayers. She sacrificed her own needs for yours. No matter what you did wrong, she still loved you…even if she had to correct you. Her love was a constant. Most importantly, she prayed for you. I’ve said this before and still believe it…a mothers prayers are never ending…they are eternal. As a mother prays, she touches the Mother Heart of God because He instilled His Heart of love in each woman. When He is touched by her prayers, an eternal shift takes place in our lives. I’m thankful for the God given mother I had and grateful even more for her prayers. She has been in heaven for 20 years but she lives on in my heart and memories. She developed within me a strong sense of commitment, honor, and a fortitude to complete what I begin. I am grateful for my mom!I honor all mothers on this day…especially those whose children are already in heaven. The saddest thing I see happening on this day is people don’t see children in your life and prejudge that you are not a mother. All women carry the mother heart of God in their DNA…all influence the life or lives of others…thus all women are mothers. I was blessed to influence the lives of over 5000 children in my 30 years of teaching. Some even called me mom.Please do not ask a woman on mothers day if they have children so you can determine if you say happy mothers day to them…just bless them with that wish. Even if they don’t have their own, they are influencing someone like a mother! The greatest gift I’ve received after my mom’s passing is other women becoming moms in my life.
Happy Mother’s Day Ladies!
For the last alphabet, Z, I chose the word zone.
I feel I have been in two zones the month of April. One blogging in the A-to-Z Blog Challenge. The other blogging in the National Poetry Writing Challenge.
I believe I completed almost all of the blogs for each day though I was sidelined with a dental issue I’m still recuperating from.
It is my second year for the A-to-Z Challenge and my first for the Poetry Challenge. I enjoyed both of them more than I imagined I would.
I met a lot of nice people who read my blogs and whose blogs I read. I loved all the comments and encouragement I was given.
Thanks for helping me to strive to become a better writer.
Starting May 1 I will be crossing over to a new zone. I will be trying to write something I’ve never considered before. I will be attempting to write a fiction short story. After I get it written I will enter it into a contest. I don’t know what contest but that’s at the end of the task.
My greatest accomplishment will be when it is finished and submitted. Winning would be icing on the cake but when I submit it I will be winning. I will have won over fear. Defeated it with my foot on its neck. I will then be a force to be reckoned with. Ha, ha, ha.
I will continue to hang out in the blogging zone and I will be working diligently in the new zone also.
Thanks for hanging out with me this month and making it a productive and satisfying month for me.
Blessings to all.