Monthly Archives: February 2013

Sugar Free Strawberry Trifle

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Ingredients:

Angel Food Cake Mix

Crushed Pineapple (20 Ounce Can)

Two Cups Sliced Strawberries

One Half Cup Sugar Free Strawberry Preserves

Vanilla Sugar Free Low Fat Yogurt (8 Ounces)

1/4 Cup Skim Milk

Cheesecake Sugar Free Instant Pudding (1 Ounce)

Sugar Free Light Cool Whip

Preparation:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Prepare Angel Food Cake by adding crushed pineapple and stirring until well blended.  Spray 9 X 13 glass pan with cooking spray, add cake and cook for 30 to 35 minutes.  Cool Cake and cut up or tear in to bite size pieces.   Wash and slice strawberries and gently stir in strawberry preserves.

Combine yogurt and milk with whisk.  Add pudding mix stirring until mixture thickens.  Stir in two cups of cool whip.

Assemble trifle with cake layer, strawberry mixture, and pudding mixture.

Recipe Courtesy of  The Pampered Chef.

 

 

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Out Of The Darkness And Unashamed

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This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all. If we say we have fellowship with Him while we walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth. But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin.

 I John 1:5-7

As an American I am privileged to not have seen war on this soil in my lifetime.  It’s been over 150 years since the blood of combat was shed here, but there has been an unseen war raging since the beginning of time.  It is depicted in literature and modern day movies as the forces of good and evil are pitted against one another to decide who or what shall prevail.  Over and over history repeats itself as man tries to define a new utopia where everything is permitted as long as it seems good to one’s self.   Our nation is now a  place where perversion is disguised as fairness and confusion prevails in the weak minded who conduct themselves without convictions and can’t reason for themselves.   I ask myself daily will I be able to stand and am reminded of a Rwandan man who was given the opportunity to renounce Christ, to say that he didn’t believe, to be given his life back by just agreeing with the prevailing thought of the day, to say he would stand on the side of the ruling authorities.  Here is what he wrote on the eve of his choice:

“I am a part of the fellowship of the Unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit Power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.

“I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

“My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear.

I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

“I won’t give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I’ve preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes.

“And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear for “I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes..” (Romans 1:16).”

 This is my prayer:

Lord,

Knowing I cannot on my own, but with You,

that I could and would have even the smallest grain of this kind of conviction

to be out of the darkness and unashamed. 

For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.  For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as it is written, The just shall live by faith.  Romans 1:16-17

Where do you stand?

Completely Random Thoughts Of The Day

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Going public with my brain today and some of my

Completely Random Thoughts…

Chickens in the bread pan picking out dough…

Those are lyrics to the song about the devil and the fiddle player.  Chickens really do pick out the dough from a flopped apple pie. Who knew?

I love flowers, I love flowers…

Why oh why did I buy those flowers?  Now I have to plant them which means I have to prune and mulch and get the beds ready.  Where have all the flowers gone?  Long time passing…Those were some old hippy lyrics they sang to us at camp and it wasn’t a church camp.  Scratch that depressing little ditty from my brain and back to who will plant those flowers?  Who knows?

Mirror, Mirror, not on the wall, why did I buy you?  Are you gonna fall?

Sometimes it’s better to just leave it at the store and then there are those rare moments when you actually find something that just speaks to you.  Really, I have never found anything that spoke to me.  That’s just a flat out lie,  but occasionally something will grow on me.  I am waiting for this mirror to take root.  Who knows if it will or it won’t?

Man Lunches, I’ve made thousands…

Do women cook anymore?  I’ve been thinking that maybe when everyone has left the house I will just eat peanut butter and jelly and celery or just peanut butter on sliced apple.  I have suggested that to the men in my house and they tell me that it would require them to forfeit their man cards for anything less than a real man lunch.  Who knew PB&J was so feminine?

That’s it… or Be End…

“Be End” is how all the stories ended in our house when my men folk where young ones.  There was some confusion on whether it was “Be End” or “The End.”   There is a difference .  The End is when there is no more and Be End is when you have to go, but there could or should be more.  There is more…but,

That’s it ….for now.

Be End.

Sloppy Oatmeal Kisses – Missing Them Today

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Yesterday found me in Aggie Land attending a sick child or so I thought, but really I didn’t need to go and he said so himself.   I felt the need for him to have a well stocked pantry so I cleaned his out and filled it up.  I felt the need for him to have a clean house to get rid of any sick bugs that may be lingering so I cleaned and sanitized.  I felt the need for him to have chicken soup and lots of  liquids, good for the soul, so I provided plenty of soup and lots of crackers, sprite and ginger ale.   After several hours of fulfilling my needs as his mother, I left him with strict instructions on heating the soup, laid out the medicine and left him with a glass in his hand for his “drink lots of liquids” requirement.   Guess what he did after I left?  He went to McDonald’s!!!!!!!

Today finds me feeling blue and missing the old days when he was happy with chicken soup and the comforts of home.  I was thinking of the column that Erma Bombeck wrote in response to a young mother who was complaining and thought you might find some perspective in her wisdom.

A young mother writes: “I know you’ve written before about the empty-nest syndrome — that lonely period after the children are grown and gone. Right now, I’m up to my eyeballs in laundry and muddy boots. The baby is teething; the boys are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat without him, and I fell off my diet. Lay it on me again, will you?”

OK.
One of these days, you’ll shout, “Why don’t you kids grow up and act your age!”
And they will.

Or, “You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do … and don’t slam the door!”
And they won’t.

You’ll straighten up the boys’ bedroom neat and tidy — bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And you’ll say out loud, “Now I want it to stay this way.”
And it will.

You’ll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn’t been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in the icing, and you’ll say, “Now, there’s a meal for company.”
And you’ll eat it alone.

You’ll say: “I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear?” And you’ll have it.

No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti.
No more bedspreads to protect the sofa from damp bottoms.
No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps.
No more clothespins under the sofa.
No more playpens to arrange a room around.

No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent.
No more sand on the sheets or Popeye movies in the bathrooms.
No more iron-on patches, wet, knotted shoestrings, tight boots, or rubber bands for ponytails.

Imagine. A lipstick with a point on it. No baby sitter for New Year’s Eve. Washing only once a week. Seeing a steak that isn’t ground. Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.

No PTA meetings.
No car pools.
No blaring radios.
No one washing her hair at 11 o’clock at night.
Having your own roll of Scotch tape.

Think about it. No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste.
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses.
No more tooth fairy.
No giggles in the dark.
No knees to heal, no responsibility.

Only a voice crying, “Why don’t you grow up?”

and the silence echoing, “I did.”

Miss Those Days!!!!

Avocado and Shrimp Salad – Low Carb

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Avocado and Shrimp Salad

If you notice, I rarely get to plate anything.  I can barely get the dish to the table before it’s gone.

 

Ingredients:

1 lb medium cooked shrimp, peeled and deveined and chopped
1 medium tomato, diced
1 hass avocado, diced
1 jalapeno, seeds removed, diced fine
1/4 cup chopped red onion
Juice of 2 limes
1 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp chopped cilantro
sea salt and fresh pepper

Directions:


In a small bowl combine red onion, lime juice, olive oil, pinch of salt and pepper. Let them marinate at least 5 minutes to mellow the flavor of the onion. In a large bowl combine chopped shrimp, avocado, tomato, jalapeño. Combine all the ingredients together, add cilantro and gently toss. Adjust salt and pepper to taste.  Each Serving around  3 carbs.  Thank you to Faithfulness Farm for this recipe.

Instead of Chips or Crackers which are carb laden you can make parmesan crips.  Use package parmesan and parchment paper. Pile cheese in neat little circles about a 1/2 inch apart on the paper.   Heat oven to 400 degrees and bake for five minutes.   Here is what they look like before they go in the oven:

 

The Adventures of Miss Minerva and Mr. McGoogles

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Our Shih Tzu has multiple personalities and our Scottish Terrier does too which makes for an interesting day around here.  Miss Minerva, aka Catie, is doing things she would never dream of doing before.  After all, my back is turned because I am giving all my attention to Mr. McGoogles, aka Guster,  the new Scottish Terrier.  Miss Minerva spent a few minutes to peruse the garbage in the pantry.  Note the guilty look on her face.

“You caught me…so embarrassing.”

 

Mr. McGoogles squeezed through the fence to get  in the chicken yard.  The girls are so startled they haven’t pecked him yet, but it was coming and they got him the next day.  He won’t be interrupting the delicate hierarchy of the chicken yard anytime soon.

“Hey kid, what do you think you’re doing?”