Turkey Pastry


(yield two double crusted 9 inch pies)



4 cups chopped turkey

leftover mashed potatoes (about 2 cups)

1/2 chopped onion

2 large garlic cloves pressed

2 TB olive oil

1/2 cup flour

2 cups rice milk


3 cups unbleached white flour

1 cup whole wheat flour

1 1/3 cup crisco or wesson oil

6-8 (or more) TB ice water


Preheat oven to 450

Mix dough into dough ball. Flour, then oil, then water.

Saute onion, garlic, and olive oil in pan until garlic is browned (about 2-3 minutes)

Add flour and mix into a paste. Add rice milk and mashed potatoes. Stir until thickened.

Add chopped turkey.

Divide dough into four dough balls.

Roll out two of the dough balls to fit bottom and sides of two 9 inch pie dishes.

Fill with turkey mixture.

Roll out the remaining dough balls and cover each pie dish.

Bake at 450 for 15 minutes. Lower heat to 350 and bake for twenty minutes.

Yummy, dairy free, turkey pastry!

Thanksgiving Menu


Thanksgiving Menu 2009

Onion Garlic Roasted Turkey (22lbs)

Holiday Cranberry Relish

Green Salad

Best Ever Mashed Potatoes

Steamed Green Beans

Pumpkin Pie (made with eggs!)

Pumpkin Bread

Molded Chocolate Lollipops for children

(Amanda’s Own Confections~Dairy Free)

Offerings of Thanks

Offerings of Thanks from Nine Year Old Son

“Mommy, we have so much to be thankful for this year…this thanksgiving…”

His heart lifts in gratitude.

I say, “O, what are those things? Why don’t you write them down.”

He writes:

  • Asher being safe to eggs
  • Having turkey for the first time on Thanksgiving
  • Our family being in good health
  • Our summer trips

Then at the bottom in little letters curving round his text box: “If you want, you can write some other things that we are thankful for…”

Bless him, Lord. Bless him. Strengthen his faith, encourage his heart. Make him a light to his generation; holy and true. And Lord, help me. Help me to raise Him for you. Strengthen his character; build his faith. Help me to be an example of what it means to follow Christ faithfully. Help me, Lord.

For Micah:

12Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.

1 Timothy 4:12 (NIV)



I sit up slowly. Look around the landscape of my mind. In my heart: I see a big boulder roll down, down… off my back. A burden rolling… down. It was big and the sense of relief and freedom, that is big… too.

I look upon vistas of a whole new world. We have eggs again.

I make an egg sandwich. Juice sloshes and drips on my shirt. I stop. I think again. So many years of so carefully avoiding- every trace, every crumb, every drop… I pause. I don’t have to change my shirt…or hot wash every surface.

I put plates in the sink. I stop. I think. I am retraining. It is okay, I think. It is not going to hurt him, contaminate everything, make anyone sick.  I stare at the shell in the trash bag. Eggs.

Baby flings egg bits off his tray.  Bits fly. Fly onto floor, press onto clothes. I sigh. It is okay.  Is IS okay.

So strange and different, I find this new world…

I ask my husband, who does most of our shopping,”So- is it weird to buy eggs ( we have gone through two cartons in this one week of egg freedom)…?”

He says,” Yes… it is. I don’t even think about eggs when I am at the store. They are not a thought in my head. It is strange to add them to the cart.”

I cook an egg in the microwave for my son. I marvel. It expands to three times its size. I stare at it. What will this do to our baked goods?

Years of reading every label, years of strict avoiding, careful protocol… suddenly- we are free. We ARE free.

And the freedom- it feels so good.  I stretch in it…reach up into it. Stand up in it. Head high. Wonder in it.

It feels so different. I am-happy to have another source of protein back in our diet. A whole new food for lunch or breakfast or dinner. An easy food. A yummy food.

Children and I laugh and plan. We find cookie recipes with four eggs required. I make a six egg deluxe brownie I haven’t made in more than seven years. 

We all share Asher’s joy. It is our joy. We are all in it together: rejoicing, delighting, celebrating.

That boulder… it rolled off my back, and Todd’s, and Asher’s and every member of our family- who now gets to revel in the safety of eggs.

Todd and I marvel. It is a wonder how far we have come…how far he has come…

We can’t believe

we are here


all. these. years.

Asher’s Story

Little boy races to my lap… climbs up and winds arms tight around my neck.

Earnest whisper in my ear…

“Pray for me that I’m safe to eggs.”

“I will. You pray too.” I encourage back in whisper.

“I am going to!”

Off he scoots to bed. Word just came via test results that we were “go” to challenge eggs. 

Little boy: six almost seven.  Big enough to “feel” it… big enough to want it. Big enough to understand what it means to be “safe” to eggs. Big enough to have his own faith-filled story. Not just about me anymore… me keeping him safe, me pressing on, me protecting in every way, me baking in a whole new (now not so new) different way… about him. His story. His path. His journey.

Weeks spin by. Challenge time arrives.

I prayed. I prepared. I was ready. Ready for a fail. Scarcely thinking about a pass. A few thoughts given to foods we might eat… a few stolen glances in long laid aside cookbooks…

Faithfully encouraging all the children that without eggs we will still have the same, yummy treats we always have. Ready to shepherd precious faith through what might come our way.

Little Boy- he prayed, too.

Every so often, coming to me, hoping to pass, praying to pass. Praying for eggs.

Off he went with Daddy. The big day.

After a successful food challenge: HE PASSED!

Children ringed round the table. It is dinner time. I wash dishes.

I look over my shoulder.

Little boy, healthy, fine, upright in chair.

I encourage, “God answered your prayer, Asher. He heard you. You can eat eggs!”

Asher shares: “I prayed two times last night in my bed that He would make me safe to eggs. I also sang a hymn but I couldn’t remember the last verses.”

“Oh, what hymn was that?” I ask, wondering.

He replies, “I am not skilled to understand what God hath willed, what God hath planned…” a hymn we sing together at family Bible and also sing in church.

That hymn so perfectly expresses our journey. His journey. Praise God.

I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know that at His right hand
Is One Who is my Savior!

I take Him at His word indeed;
“Christ died for sinners”—this I read;
For in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior!

That He should leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange? So once did I,
Before I knew my Savior!

And oh, that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Savior!

Yea, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this Spring;
That He Who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior!

So appropriate. Indeed: I am not skilled to understand what God hath willed; what God has planned; I only know at His right Hand is One who is my Savior.

The faith of a little child. Pure, trusting, true.

Thank You Jesus- for the travail of Your soul, the faith of my child, and the wonderful delight of eating eggs again.

Seven days later:

we ring round the table again. One week before Asher’s seventh birthday. On every plate: scrambled eggs, bacon, and crispy crowns. (Baby just has eggs.)  Daddy’s cooking. We eat and marvel. All happy.

Daddy says contentedly, “Just as I planned.”

Dreams- they do


come true.

On Patience Part 2

I am not patient. I do not like to wait. This is very clear to me.

On Friday, I asked my little boy- my patient one. My gentle, careful, and slow one, to wipe up a spill. He went to work happily. He took the towel I handed him and carefully, thoroughly wiped that spill. He worked carefully in the time I tried to hastily get three things done at once. This little one is three; uncluttered of mind. Patient in spirit. Careful toward details. Unhustled by rush.

He did a perfect job.

I need to s-l-o-w down. Stop. Breathe. Pause. Listen. Shake off the pressure. Work each task thoroughly.I need to follow the steps of my little child.


I am always rushing, pushing through my day. Moving my children through their schoolwork, moving through each task to the next…I think I am striving. Striving to get to a place of rest. But where is that rest? It is not found in my day. It is not found in my completion of my tasks. It is not found in “finishing our school day.” Nor in dinner on the table, socks folded, floor picked up.

Where is my resevoir of patience found? Where is my real rest? How can I slow down?

One word: Jesus. My resevoir is found in Him. And sometimes… I need to stop. Slow down. Tune in… to Him. My peace is found in His enabling grace. His Spirit. I confess I haven’t wholly learned this “secret”… the secret of being content and walking in patience. But I recognize it as an ongoing need, a tension in my life… and a path I need to walk.

Patience is

a work of the Holy Spirit in my life. It is also a fruit of the Holy Spirit- a promise for me- found in the new nature God has give me.

Being patient also comes through being


Content in the calling Jesus has given me. Content in the structure and demands of my days. Content in His gracious Hand on my life… orchestrating my days.  Content with the limitations hemming me in.

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:6 (NIV)

Colossians 1:9-14 is so rich and so full of wonderful truth… but for the purpose of the post:

10And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, 11being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have

great endurance and patience,

 and joyfully 12giving thanks to the Father (NIV)

Since I started this post… I have had even more reasons/circumstances to illuminate my very impatient nature. I have found myself- wrestling against- circumstances I can’t control and events I cannot change. And inside I feel


“But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, “You are my God.” My times are in your hand; rescue me from the hand of my enemies and my persecutors!” Psalm 31:14,15 ESV

Those persecutors can even just be the very thoughts in my own head.

May I seek Him and let Him work His perfect work, His strong endurance and steady patience in my heart.