Bread in Lent
I’ve been making a fair bit of bannock recently and, though it wasn’t a deliberate Lenten decision, it fits in well with the season. […]
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Viva Pudding
On Friday morning, I decided to bake a sticky toffee pudding for the Spouse. Sometimes I say things like that and it might just be […]
Future Questions and Birthday Presents
I came across a lovely old-fashioned term this week. Hallowtide. Isn’t that a nice one? It comes from theOld English word halig, meaning saint, and […]
Cake Day and Moses
Our biggest pie fan (and one of our oldest friends) was visiting this weekend, so I had a second go at the passion fruit tart […]
Third Time Around
Yesterday, Plum was baptised. It was a bright day with a clear blue sky overhead. I thought that it felt a bit like Thanksgiving. Maybe […]
Wanting Pudding Perhaps
When he said it, I wondered if it was just about food. It may have been. But the conversation seemed to deepen, and I think he was speaking about something else.
Blue and I were sitting on the bench in our garden. He said that he was having that feeling again.
That feeling?
Yes. The feeling of wanting something… but not knowing what.
Holy Week
I’m not sure if they heard it mentioned at church or if I slipped it into the conversation, but the kids are wondering about Holy Week. Not the stories – they have those down pat. But the terminology. I heard them discussing it the other day and they are a little confused. They seem to think that “holy” means “ancient.” Long ago and far away and all that jazz. Which makes Holy Week into History Week or something.
A fourth birthday
It was Blue’s birthday on Saturday so he came into our room early. Groggy parents greeted him appropriately, but at first, he flatly denied that it was his birthday. Of course, it probably didn’t seem like it yet. Mum and Dad were still in bed, and the house was definitely lacking in friends and balloons.
A Birthday Cake for my Dad
One retro double-meringued, coconut custard, messy and gorgeous birthday cake. Just what September ordered.
Offering space at the table
I’ve got a brain full of hospitality today. All the bread scriptures in the last few weeks’ lectionary are probably part of it. As are the personal circumstances. We’ve been offered holiday space by a church friend with a house in France.
Playing in the Kitchen
Last week, I mentioned procrastination. And then, like any good polysyllabic word, it started cropping up everywhere. It’s been that kind of week.
Front and centre were the cheesy fish. Which started with the cookie cutter.
Long Roads
The road to Emmaus again. Sometimes, I think the church never leaves that road. We are forever walking away from Christ crucified and buried, only to be met again by the Risen Lord and called back into community.
When did we see you?
I’m having a tricky time looking into this week’s readings. I’m still stuck at the end of last week – the wise and foolish bridesmaids, the waiting, the kairos moment of arrival. This past week, I’ve been in Germany for the wedding of a dear friend, so last week’s text inevitably resonates with me.
Who do you say that I am?
How are you? We have passed the half-way point in Matthew now. How has the reading been for you? Are you finding what you expected? And any surprises? What are you finding in this rich text?
October – Crisp and Good
Midway through visitor month chez nous and feeling very blessed with all the people coming through my house. I do like full tables. It’s so hard to have a full table and not do dessert. A few nights ago, it was an apple and walnut cake, slathered in treacle frosting and topped with golden candles for our visiting six year old and for my Blue. My soon-to-be three-year-old Blue.
Key Rings and Bananas
My key ring’s getting a bit bashed up. I bought it six years ago, when I had just completed the Camino de Santiago. As you can see, the yellow paint is chipping away. I liked the key ring a lot then – I’d just spent a month walking across Spain, following spray-painted yellow arrows all the way. They are there to keep the pilgrims on track. And, for the most part, they work.
Tomatoes
Today, I just want to write about tomatoes. It’s September and the season of proper tomatoes.
It’s also the week of our move, and the kitchen’s packed away. We’ve been working through the last of the pasta and frozen peas.
Lent and Purim
My table has been messy with baking this afternoon. They say that Lenten Sundays are feast days, and so I obliged. Though it’s not just Lent that got me feasting. It’s really Purim.