Right now, the weather seems to be alternating between very, very wet and very, very cold here in my part of the Pacific Northwest, making the perfect time for homemade soup. My middle son picked the New York Times’ Slow Cooker Lentil Soup with Sausage and Greens. Given that my oldest son could exist almost solely on lentil soup, I figure this one might be a hit.
This was incredibly easy to prepare because I took the simpler option of only browning the sausage, and not the garlic, onions and spices. In making a double batch, because, well, teenagers, I used an entire bag of Costco’s organic power greens, rather than the five cups of greens per batch as stated in the recipe. To avoid added fat, I used Italian turkey sausage, instead of pork. Finally, I used red lentils instead of black beluga because that was what was available, and I had to half the chicken stock and add water because I ran short of stock.
I think it turned out well. However, in the future, I will add potatoes to the recipe to add more substance to the soup for the growing, therefore consistently ravenous, younger members of my family.
For years, my mom has eaten hummus. Not any hummus, mind you, but Whole Foods’ 365 brand olive hummus. She tried others, many others in fact, but that is the only one she likes. Unfortunately, shortly after Amazon bought Whole Foods, the olive hummus disappeared. Since then, I’ve been searching for a substitute without luck.
With the addition of approximately 20 Kalamata olives, I got a Mom-approved version of olive hummus with very little effort. That said, I will up the garlic and lemon juice and cut the tahini significantly on my next on my next attempt.
Not a huge victory, but my mom is happy, and that makes it a victory, nonetheless.
For some time, I’ve been looking for a project that I could make work in what appears to be one of the busiest times of my life, thanks to an already bustling family life and the addition of a newly acquired house. I needed something portable and fairly forgiving of errors if my attention strayed. Since we are in the darkest time of year here in the Pacific Northwest, something with some rich color seemed requisite. The soothing sense of soft fiber in my hands and the gentle repetition of the stitch pattern seemed to make knitting or crochet ideal.
Since we are on winter break from the college and the alternative school, I finally got some time to raid my stash and found this nice, little project:
So far this afghan has proved to be just the ticket, even in the midst of the craziness. It just goes to show that there is always a way to find time for a little bit of creating.
Joined the family on November 28, 2018, at approximately eight weeks of age and weighing in at two pounds and six ounces. Mother is utterly delighted. Father wonders what in the world we needed another cat for, but is often found cradling Loki as he walks around the house.
In 2007, Christine Valters Painter and her husband, John, made their first visit to Ireland and in 2012, made the choice to move to Galway. There, this bestselling author of The Artist’s Rule and Illuminating the Way and online abbess of the Abbey of the Arts became immersed in Celtic spirituality. From that experience comes The Soul’s Slow Ripening. Here, Painter presents twelve Celtic practices, such as the practice of thresholds, soul friendship, and walking the bounds, to help the reader discern God’s invitation. Each practice is broken into sections: a discussion of the practice as a path of discernment, an appropriate Irish saint, a scriptural reflection, practices which include photographic and written explorations, and a closing blessing. For those who wish to delve deeper, Painter includes additional instruction on contemplative photography and lectio divinia and a list of Celtic Christian spiritual resources. For those looking for a fresh perspective to enliven their spiritual journey, The Soul’s Slow Ripening provides twelve, thought-provoking opportunities.
For over thirty years, Joyce Rupp, O.S.M., has provided insightful, inspiring spiritual guidance through her writing, retreats, and conferences. Indeed, her lengthy list of bestselling books creates a testament to the lifetime Rupp has spent helping others seeking the Divine in their lives. Now, Kathy Reardon has compiled in Anchors for the Soulprayers, poems, blessings, and meditations drawn from Rupp’s works to create daily readings for inspiration and guidance.
This is the perfect book for both those familiar with Rupp and those just discovering her. For those who have already found comfort or inspiration in Rupp’s work, Anchors offers a daily way to pause for a moment and connect with the Source, all in a book small enough to carry in a purse or satchel. Reardon also thoughtfully included a subject matter index for those seeking direction or solace on a particular topic. Those new to Rupp will have the additional opportunity to discover her other works because each daily reading contains a citation to the book and page of Rupp’s work from which it was drawn. In sum, Anchors for the Soul is a wonderful find.
In the summer of 1862, the creative retreat of a group of young artists at Birchwood Manor on the Upper Thames goes horribly awry. When the dust settles, the fiance of the artist Edward Radcliffe is dead and a famous diamond called the Radcliffe Blue has disappeared, as has Radcliffe’s muse, never to be heard from again. Later, Edward drowns in despair over losing his muse. A century later, Elodie Winslow, a young archivist with a story of her own, discovers a picture of one of the group in a beautiful old satchel and feels compelled to discover the story behind the items. From these threads and others, Morton seamlessly weaves the stories of several generations to reveal the magical, spellbinding truth. Morton is a master at pacing and plot, making The Clockmaker’s Daughternothing less than a complete delight to read.