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On Apples, Trees and the Light of the World

Tonight I’m turning off the lights and letting the low light of the candle flicker over Bing Crosby’s voice. For hundreds of years, people have been lighting candles for one reason or another. For comfort. For light. For hope. For prayer. To show someone which way to go. To find the way themselves. Tonight I’m keeping them lit because they remind me that darkness cannot extinguish light. No matter how...

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Grief, Gratitude, and Turkey Stuffing

Thanksgiving was the first holiday we celebrated after moving to this old red-brick farmhouse in southeastern Pennsylvania. Tomorrow, we will celebrate our fifth Thanksgiving in this place. Is it any wonder I am looking back? Every year, we have roasted a turkey bought from a local Lancaster County farmer. I no longer attempt complicated new recipes because these turkeys are so flavorful. There are many reasons to take good care...

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Love at the Table

I still remember the first time I met her, emerging from the shadow of her garage to meet us at the car. Her eyes were the same piercing blue as his; or rather, I suppose, his, hers. I think I told her so right then. I don't know if he and I were in love yet but we were headed in that direction; he brought me home to meet his parents, after all. Obviously, something was...

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Become a Relational, Confident Cook

 When I listen to women lament of their kitchen struggles; I want to empower them to become a confident cook who attends to the importance of relational connectedness at the table.   If eating is the sixth love language, then mine is cooking for that person.  I understand what Eric Liddell meant when he said, “God made me fast.  And when I run, I feel his pleasure,” because when I get...

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Tasting Grace in The Kitchen

In the kitchen. So much of life happens there. We celebrate the good times and mourn the sorrowful times over plates laden with food. Homework papers are returned to the classroom, randomly decorated by ketchup splatters. Friendships and romances happen over coffee and dessert. The kitchen is always the heartbeat of any home-based gathering, even when there is generous conversation space in the living room or the deck outside. I...

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Panzanella Salad

  When Kris announced that "Roots and Sky", written by Christie Purifoy, would be this year's book for our Summer Reading Book Club, I was thrilled. Having read the book, I can speak to the way Christie opens her heart and home to the reader, how you can picture Maplehurst, and see the rooms and the grounds. It is a beautiful book, one that deserves to be savored. I asked...

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There Are No Rules in the Kitchen

My dad raved about my mother’s cooking growing up. He came to the table hungry and she fed more than his stomach, she fed his soul with the southern fare of his youth. Chicken fried steak, gumbo with a homemade roux, and heaping bowls of red beans and rice. She baked dessert every few nights, so our home always held the lingering scent of chocolate chip cookies or brownies made...

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On Feeding Imperfectly: Hard-earned Hospitality And Motherhood

The Friday before Mother’s Day my second grader came home with a “Top 10 Reasons Why I Love My Mom” note in his hand, one he couldn’t wait until Sunday to give me. This was one of those fill-in-the-blank, extra generic worksheets with cartoon illustrated smiling kids at the top, one of those pages of homework that will go into his bin of saved second-grade pictures and stories, one that...

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Sweet Onion Marmalade

[gallery columns="2" size="large" ids="2905,2908"] I am excited to share today's recipe for Sweet Onion Marmalade. This savory marmalade is a great way to highlight sweet onions, which are in their prime during Springtime. When I am in the kitchen, I naturally gravitate towards baking, and I sometimes have to remind myself to see beyond flour, sugar, and butter. This onion marmalade immediately caught my attention, though; it proved itself to be...

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Why Rhythms Matter

Today is my daughter’s 20th birthday.  And it’s the first time I won’t be with her to celebrate. Last year, on March 7, I baked Murielle’s favorite chocolate cake with the help of some generous people in the neighborhood. The recipe and special bundt pan normally used at Christmas were skulked away in a corner of the kitchen but I had inadvertently overlooked the need for mixing bowls and the...

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