Cranberry Chutney & Home-made Honey Mustard Dressing


I looked back and found their hands intertwined. 

Preparing food for this Lord’s Day feast- and in some way- feeling like every Sunday should be a mini-Thanksgiving with gratitude to God round a bountiful, delicious table:

Cranberry Chutney

(delicious, warm, seasonal side for pork or chicken; can be served over pancakes or dairy items like Brie or ice cream – if you eat those items)

4 Cups cranberries

3 chopped, green apples

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 cup honey

1 cup water

2 teaspoon cinnamon

1 tsp ground ginger

1/2 tsp ground cloves

Combine all ingredients in a crockpot; cook on high until apples are soft. Reduce heat to low and cook until thickened. Keep warm in crock.


Home-Made Honey Mustard Dressing for Sunday’s Green Salad

[this has a kick (or a bit of a bite- as they say) to it which Todd and I love]

1/3 cup Dijon mustard

1/4 cup honey

1/4 cup apple cider vinegar

shake of good sea salt

dash of ground black pepper

heaping 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil

Mix well and serve over greens

Sweet and Spicy!


Blessings on this Lord’s Day!





Happy New Year!!

Tonight, we feast, relax, hang-out, party, enjoy, love, laugh, and play. We celebrate!

Happy New Year!!!



Venison meatballs in a sweet soy sauce over white rice

Shrimp and (hot) cocktail sauce



Re-fried Bean Dip and Chips

Daiya Quesadillas


Chicken tenders, Nuggets

Steak Fries and Tater Tots

Broccoli Salad

Veggies and Special Sauce


For once, there are plenty! of left-overs to enjoy tomorrow. 🙂

Trusting the Lord in and for 2018. May you be blessed!



It’s about time for Catan!! Anyone else? 🙂



A Poem for November

A Poem for November


Burnished bronze, gold, and


flame in leaf and



Wind wraps me round,

I shiver


Gone, gone golden October


leaf, luminous, parchment-


mellowed, aging light

spun through

the solemn, stain-glassed


-of November.


moody skies shift and change



blue, gray, streaked white,

spits rain-


there is magic;

the early, gentle



the cusp of all

family, feasting, holiday


joyous reveling.


tables groan and candles glimmer,

mugs steam,

and early,

early comes the darkness

inviting all to hunker in,

light the lamps, start the fire.

Push out cold! It’s warm within!

Come in, come in.


Window lights gleam

amidst the sudden press

of darkness,

wind strips daily

all adornment from

the trees


who abandon all their beauty-

unresisting, unabashed.

Half-undone, half-unspun,


a little while longer-

russet, gold, burnished bronze

golden ground; crimson limb-

sunny yellow, velvet purple, creams, and white;

those stalwart, plucky pansies



Still, there’s color. Still, there’s time.

-all the ground is gold-

– November.

-for Courtney


Welcoming October (Bean and Bacon Soup)

Welcoming October with Bean and Bacon Soup, Salad Greens, and Crusty, Fresh Bread:

Bean and Bacon Soup
1 pound Navy Beans, soaked overnight
1 pound bacon, baked, then chopped
4 cups (more or less) chicken broth/stock
Filtered water
3 large carrots, peeled and diced
3 large celery, diced
2 TB onion powder
4 cloves garlic, crushed
parsley, salt, pepper, to taste

Clean, rinse, and soak beans in crockpot 8 hours or overnight. Drain.
Bake and drain bacon on paper towels, chop.
Add bacon to crockpot with beans. Add carrots, celery, onion powder (or a whole onion chopped), crushed garlic, and chicken stock. Add water til just under the rim of the crock.

Crockpot on low for 10-12 hours. Season and add parsley(up to two TB dried would work, I think).

This smells amazing and is a wonderful weekend meal to cook overnight for a relaxed Sabbath dinner that still feels special with salad and bread.

I rinsed and soaked the beans early Saturday morning and then late Saturday evening, loaded my crockpot. I woke up in the wee hours murmuring to Todd about the amazing smells filling the house.

All the children kept saying it smelled like Christmas. Love.
This is because there was a strong association with our Christmas Eve Shepherd’s Meal which includes a Potato Soup garnished with Bacon. It did smell like Christmas.

I tossed a salad in our favorite Good Seasons Italian Dressing and had my tall son load our bread machine for a perfect crusty loaf.

Welcome fall. I, for one, am very glad to greet you.

Sweet Sunday…finding our groove once more….

It has been a long time. A long, long time since I posted a Sweet Sunday entry(besides that recent June…Things They Say… I just found. 😉 ).

Sweet Sunday has begun again, in its new form, in this new season.

And it looks like this…

Church… for some or all. Depending.

Ensemble or duet practice as needed for different children.

Pizza lunch. (These are the amazing leftovers from our family pizza night on Saturdays- this is daiya and vegan pizza. No cheese!)

Time out for me with Micah. One on one.

And then…

Todd is cooking. His fabulous, Sunday dinner feast. I add “the touch” to the mashed potatoes. I choose music and we light candles. The house is cupped in darkness, except- the brightly glowing dining room and flickering, golden candle light.


we all gather together round the table.
There is a blessing, and all our faces, ringed round.

Baked Chicken Thighs, seasoned three ways
Roasted Asparagus Spears
Shredded Romaine
Special Mashed Red Potatoes
A skillet of cubed potatoes and onions, for special, a treat
Hot Apple Cider, steaming, cupped in mugs,
perfect, autumn accompaniment

(It was a delicious meal, my love, and fun, too)

Their faces and hands- the small(ish) ones- greasy and grand. We laugh and laugh.

Sweet, Blessed, Sunday.

The Things They Say- Sweet Sunday Edition

Tonight, we had a lovely, fun “summertime is coming!” Burger dinner. It makes my heart happy to see plates loaded with burgers and bright colored veggies, pickles, and ketchup, special sauce and fries, steamed veggies. All delicious goodness. Happy Sunday Feasting.

Before all this goodness appeared on the counter, I was happily grilling away on our George Foreman and slicing green peppers for the veggie platter.

Children were scattered all about the house and needed some prodding to come for the meal. I think they needed an announcement to know all was finally ready and it was time!

Todd strolled to the bottom of the stairs and commandingly called:

“Gentlemen! Lady! It’s time for dinner!”

All our boys and one dear daughter were upstairs.

Gentlemen. Lady. Perfect.

The Things They Say.