The last few weeks have been one of those non stop, go-go-go, invite a ton of people to your home kind of times. Last week alone we hosted two large parties totaling over 125 people.
There’s nothing more that I love than welcoming others to experience a bit of both our beauty and bedlam; they fill me to the brim, but they are also exhausting. A wonderful kind of exhausting, but still tiring.
I’ve come to the point where I can host large groups of guests like that because I will not let the stress of what our home looks like dictate how I approach the event. I guarantee the laundry will be cleared off the sofa, but please don’t open any of the closets.
I also know that it’s in the community of gathering that determines a wonderful evening. Well, that plus a great dessert, of course.
This Brownie Oreo Ice Cream Cake goes above and beyond in the summer dessert department. It combines all my favorite prerequisite – delicious, incredibly easy, fairly frugal and it can feed a HUGE group without stress setting in. [Read More…]
I walked into her kitchen and saw it simmering on the stove – my mom’s homemade Sloppy Joes. My mouth watered, and memories came pouring back, bringing me right back to my child hood.
“Oh Mom, it’s been forever since I’ve had your homemade Sloppy Joes. I just love them.”
It’s amazing how one simple recipe can do that, isn’t it?
There’s something so special about the way family recipes create lasting memories. Typically, there are stories surrounding them, and yet often we don’t take the time to gather those recipes until it’s too late. Originally, this Sloppy Joe recipe came from my Aunt Lori, passed onto my mom and then served at so many of our family get togethers and birthdays.
Last year, I shared how I am slowly gathering up recipes because one of the heirloom treasures I want to pass on to each of our children when they leave the nest is a Family Recipe Album, complete with handwritten Recipes for Joy. (I’ve attached a template for my Recipe for Joy cards, for those interested.)
When I saw my mom’s handwritten recipe cards this past Christmas, I began brainstorming ways I could use them to decorate in my kitchen. I love the drops of sauce, the fingerprints, the scratched out spots where she was figuring the math for extras – so many memories inclosed in those few lines.
I don’t have a full wall to dedicate for special family recipes like this, but for those who do, what a wonderful way to add a cherished bit of history and personality to a wall.
Smooshed together in the back of the Guatemalan jeep, our four teens peered out the window, eyeing the edge of the cliff. I watched as our thirteen-year-old daughter clutched her plastic bag, just in case her stomach caught up with the velocity of the sharp mountainous turns.
What a life-giving opportunity this was for our children to see and experience third-world poverty first-hand. While they’ve read about it and prayed for the missionaries who ran the orphanage, our teens now had crossed the cultural divide and were spending a week serving alongside the ministry.