Friday, December 23, 2016

Rødkål: a Festive Side Dish


At a Christmas gathering some years ago, a friend whose birthday happens to be on Christmas Eve shared this bright, sweet-and-sour casserole. She tells me it's a "very traditional Danish dish, served with pork roast or duck or goose [or turkey, in our case], and not only at Christmas, but definitely part of Christmas dinner." (Rødkål translates as "red cabbage" and leads me to believe that this is really the only way to serve red cabbage in Denmark.)

She was kind enough to share her personal recipe. I've adapted it to work in a crockpot, which meant cutting the quantities in half. It makes fantastic leftovers or a pretty pot-luck contribution.

Recipe below.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Meditations

Philippians 4:8
I've struggled with insomnia since I was a child. I've even blogged about it a few times. A little over a year ago, I shared that I'd had a breakthrough. I'm happy to say that I've added some refinements to the approach that I shared there.

Monday, November 21, 2016

La retraite

Sunset at Apache Pier, Myrtle Beach
In French, the noun "la retraite" can mean both retreat and retirement. To retire is to "prendre la retraite" or to take a retreat, step away. I give this little linguistic lesson as a prelude to explaining why my husband and I have begun thinking about selling our suburban house and looking at rural properties.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Putting Things Back Where They Belong (A post for women)


Stephen and me with our four children.
Psst! This post gets very intimate. If that bothers you, you may want to move on to other stuff. Like this website full of things that make you say "Wow!"

Once upon a time, I had perky breasts, a flat stomach, and flawless skin. And then life happened. Time, aging cells, gravity, childbirth, hormonal changes. The result is that things are no longer quite where they used to be or where they ought to be.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

A Slow Waning


I've heard that the closer you live to the equator, the more rapidly the sun sets. My mother, who grew up in northern Ontario, seems to be taking the polar route to her own sunset, drawing out each beautiful moment.

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