It’s a rainy and rather dreary fall day here today. Which means it’s the perfect day for soup! There’s some great hearty autumn soup recipes out there – and we’ll probably showcase them at some point – but there’s something about tomato soup. It’s a family favorite for sure. And I especially appreciate this recipe because I can throw everything in the slow cooker and smell it simmering alllll day long. Mmm. It’s super simple, but simply delicious. Continue reading
When I was a kid, I used to feel frustrated at my parents for what I thought of as their lack of consistency in certain areas.
Looking back, I realize it was stupid little things that bothered me.
Why hadn’t I played one sport that I could excel at all through high school?
Or taken an instrument for years at a time, so that I could really master it?
Why had I hopped around from a private school, to a public school, and finally been homeschooled?
We talked often about moving when I was a kid or about my mom working. I would get used to some of my parents ideas, and then get really disappointed if the idea fell through.
I vowed to run my own family like clockwork.
Consistent schooling, consistent extracurriculars, consistent peers, consistent expectations. No confusion.
It’s all very, very laughable now.
Today was the day. I had had enough of the clutter. Namely, my kids clutter.
(Actually, I had had enough weeks ago, but today was the first time a few free hours coincided with my frustration.)
It was too much STUFF. I’m sure you’ve been there.
Now to be fair, we live in a small space. (A very small space, if you don’t know. A 32 foot travel trailer.)
And we are a fairly big family.
(Two parents, 4 kids, 1 Doberman.)
As a result, my tolerance for “stuff” is pretty low.
Fall officially begins this weekend, and I am so excited. There, I said it.
It’s not that I don’t like summer. Or even that I’m overly obsessed with autumn. I don’t even like pumpkin anything. And I’m not one of those people that pulls out sweaters and decorates for Halloween as soon as Labor Day is over.
But I really do look forward to fall. What I love is the changing of the season.
So I’ve decided this is basically a Mexican version of shepherd’s pie. And it’s delicious. I’m a huge fan of cornbread, so I was pretty confident this would be a hit – thankfully my husband enjoyed it just as much.
It’s a strange thing, to be eager for pain.
To be waiting for it with anticipation, not dread. Maybe a little anxiety, but not fear. It will be welcome when it comes, because there is certainty that on the other side is something glorious. The joy and wonder that is longed for is only available after the pain, by experiencing the pain. When it subsides, it will be forgotten, and what will be remembered is only the journey, the process, the incredible and miraculous result.
Therefore, I will be thrilled when labor begins. Continue reading
My husband loves sriracha. I don’t use it often, but I don’t shy away when I find a good recipe that includes it, either. This is one of those. And hey, you can always adjust the amount based on your tastes, but don’t leave it out! Continue reading
My husband shot a deer behind our house last fall. I did not grow up in a hunting culture, so this whole experience was new to me. I watched him hang the buck in our garage, picked up the meat after it was sorted and packaged, and thought, now what? I had never cooked venison before. Continue reading
I’ve made this for guests twice in the last couple of weeks, and it’s been a huge hit. Sometimes I find it hard to make chicken that has lots of flavor and moisture, but doesn’t take a crazy amount of work. This recipe definitely checks all the boxes.