Dealing with this today…
“Do what you do so well they will want to see it again, and bring their friends.”
–Walt Disney
Blessings!
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Parmesan Spread
David found this recipe online (where?), and we wanted to give it a try.
1/3 cup olive oil
150 grams of grated Parmesan cheese (one container)
1/4 white wine
And any other thing you may want to add…
We added black pepper and Herbs De Provence and more wine.
It needed something a little extra – so we added about a tablespoon of lemon juice.
Add in ideas: black pepper, lemon juice, chopped dried figs, chopped dates, finely chopped chives, lemon zest, red pepper flakes, dried herbs, or chopped sun dried tomatoes.
Combine the cheese, olive oil, and wine in a jar or bowl. Stir gently until it all comes together, then press the mixture down a bit to make a flat surface. It will keep like this, drizzled with a layer of olive oil for a few weeks refrigerated. Bring to room temperature before serving.
To serve the cheese spread, scoop out a bit into a separate smaller bowl or plate, and stir in or sprinkle with any add-ins at this point. Serve with crackers, toasts or crudites; spread on sandwiches, layer in tarts; spoon into soups.
We just had some on a Trixit. Yummy.
Persistence
Grit…
Persistence…
“Just because I am tired, doesn’t mean I am going to give up.”
Blessings!
Carmen’s Thoughts – Guest Post
Hey, y’all! I’m Carmen, Jerry Ann’s daughter, and I have the pleasure of being today’s guest blogger!
One of the many hobbies I have when I’m not studying (which I need to do more of) is playing some of the Nancy Drew computer games. I started playing them when I was around ten years old, and was going through my closet this summer and found them, so I decided to replay (and finish) a few of them, and I got hooked again.
These games scared me when I first played them. I was/am a wimp. The first game I played, I wasn’t paying attention to clues (Nancy Drew No-No #1) or trying to pick up random objects that you might need for a later challenge (ND No-No #2), and somehow I blew up a high school because I couldn’t figure out how to fix a boiler and ended up dying. My brave ten-year-old self shoved the games in a box and never played them again.
Fast forward to the present, where people smarter than me figured out not only how to play these games, but made YouTube tutorials for them and online walkthroughs. I totally looked these up on my phone while playing, and I conquered not only the dreaded boiler room (maintenance elevators are Nancy’s downfall in many a game), but also caught the culprit. So much adrenaline, so many weird looks from my family when I jumped up and down.
Dad got me a few of the more recent games, and some of them scare me (am I an adult? that’s really debatable), but they’re so awesome. Much like reading the books when I was younger, I love finding out the plots and drama between the characters and the case. I always come back to a few questions though: why can’t Nancy go on a vacation without diffusing a bomb? Why isn’t she in the CIA or something yet? Is her dad okay with her going all over the world sticking her nose in other people’s business?
I would love to go into more details about the games, but I have exams to study for that don’t involve solving other people’s problems (wait…I’m in accounting…that’s EXACTLY what the exams will involve…). Until next time!
Sunday Thought
“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” – Leo Tolstoy
I was in New Orleans for the U2 concert with Carmen over the last few days. Home now, and need to do homework, but first this post.
We spent Friday exploring Cafe’ Du Monde, and Jackson Square. We had the famous beignets (and water not coffee), and wandered around looking for a cheap protein for me to eat. We found a cafe (that also had beignets), and ordered ham and cheese croissant, and a turkey and cheese on French bread. Carmen and I only ended up eating half of each sandwich (I only had the meat and cheese off of a half). It was a ton of food.
As we were sitting and waiting on the food to be delivered, we talked about the homeless and despair in the city. I had taken pictures of the inside of the cafe (ceiling tiles) and outside – just in general pictures.
I had noticed a guy sitting on the corner with a handwritten sign. What did it say? I don’t know. But the discussion of what was on it was typical. Don’t give him food, he will just throw it away. They only want drug money. Or they only want money for booze. I kept trying to read his sign. 
My heart was heavy. I had eaten half of this sandwich, and was unable to finish it. Carmen was unable to finish her other half as well. We were just going to throw it away. We didn’t want to carry the leftovers around with us. I got a to-go box, and placed both of our uneaten halves of food in the box. Well, I said, if he throws it away, I tried. I at least would give him the opportunity to eat. Something kept telling me to do this. No one else was noticing him. He was just sitting there. People kept walking by—avoiding eye contact. Most of the time with his head in his hands. Tired. Dirty. Hungry. I heard “you don’t know his story. it isn’t for you to judge. just love.”
As I walked up to him, I was bothered. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to look at him. It was leftovers. I had touched it. …wasn’t my choice… all I could read of his handmade sign said… anything will help. Looking straight at him, green eyes. I asked if he would mind that it was my leftovers. “No, ma’am. I haven’t eaten in 3 days.” It’s not much, but I am happy to help. “God bless you.” I walked away sadder than I did going over with the food. I didn’t look back at first. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to know what he was doing with the food. I didn’t want to be proven correct.
By the time I got back to my chair in the cafe, he had already eaten one of the sandwiches per Carmen. He was very hungry. Eating everything in front of him. My heart was sad, but felt good about not just throwing away our food. Carmen and I needed more water, so we bought an extra. As we were leaving the cafe’, I noticed he was still there finishing off one of the sandwiches. I took over my bottle of water, and as I was walking towards him, his head was shaken “no.” “you have done enough” – I said not near enough, and I had given you bread, but nothing to drink. “someone kicked my cup and broke it.” I am not sure that I heard him correctly, but again, not for me to even think about what was being said —just gave him a small bottle of water.
Drugs. Alcohol. Dirty. Poor. I prayed for him then. I prayed for him on Saturday, and again this morning. I can’t seem to get him out of my head. My heart was heavy sitting there with a plate of food that I couldn’t finish. How many others did the same thing and ignore that man sitting there hungry? Something so simple. Not for me to judge, just love.
I had a great time with seeing a band that I love their music. But now, and for as long as I can remember, has a mission of helping others. Many may not agree with what they do, or how they go about helping, but they give. My heart always wants to help, but I have gotten burned but people that have abused that gift. This weekend, that man, helped my heart give willingly again even if it was only a leftover sandwich.
“That one day is today.” – Thega-Alem Berhe
God has a way…always. Sometimes we listen.
Blessings.
Bucket List #21
On my bucket list, #21 is to see the band U2 in concert. CHECK!
Thursday night in New Orleans (nose bleeds) in the super dome with my concert buddy -Carmen. AWESOME!
Happy.
Happy.
Happy.
Blessings.
Life
Blessings!!
Dream
“And you can dream, so dream out loud.” – U2
Dreaming…blessings!
Junk Food and Irma
I don’t know why but you must purchase a ton of junk food for hurricane prep. You are not allowed (ha) to purchase anything healthy, because you will be without electricity and must eat Cheetos, or Chex mix.
Most of my friends who live in the Panhandle of Florida were anticipating a worse outcome with Hurricane Irma. I know that I seem to be making light of a subject that has most people in South Florida without their homes, or still without power, but I am not. I am certain that if a Cat 4 was headed our way, we would have done things a bit differently.
But…we didn’t. We went to the store, and have plenty of food for days (and water). But I didn’t have Cheetos. Or snack size chocolate. Or wine. Hello! Some of the stores closed in anticipation of a much worse storm in the afternoon yesterday (Sunday). I had David run to pick up more of the essentials…Cheetos, and chocolate before they closed.
We are fine, and have family and friends in South Florida that we will be helping if needed. But for some reason most of my friends have been eating junk food for days in preparation for Irma. We had to restock.
Praying for those in the path of Irma. Praying for those in the West with the fires. Praying for Jose to go away. I really don’t need to eat anymore Cheetos.
Blessings.
National Day of Encouragement
Today, September 12th, is the National Day of Encouragement.
Blessings!
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