God Always Remembers

No matter how difficult it becomes too navigate the roads we travel with Jesus, remember that we are always on His mind. He knows what you struggle with and He won’t forget about you. ❤
“But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and the livestock that were with him in the ark, and he sent a wind over the earth, and the waters receded.”
Genesis 8:1

“Thus it came about, when God destroyed the cities of the valley, that God remembered Abraham, and sent Lot out of the midst of the overthrow, when He overthrew the cities in which Lot lived.”
Genesis 19:29

“Then God remembered Rachel, and God gave heed to her and opened her womb.”
Genesis 30:22

“Is Ephraim My dear son? Is he a delightful child? Indeed, as often as I have spoken against him, I certainly still remember him; Therefore My heart yearns for him; I will surely have mercy on him,” declares the LORD.”
Jeremiah 31:20

“Sing for joy, O heavens, and exult, O earth;
break forth, O mountains, into singing!
For the LORD has comforted His people
and will have compassion on His afflicted.
But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me;
my Lord has forgotten me.”

“Can a woman forget her nursing child,
that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget,
yet I will not forget you.
Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands;
your walls are continually before Me.”
Isaiah 49:13-16

“God, who has called you into fellowship with His Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.”
1 Corinthians 1:9

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Waste not…

Never waste wrinkly, soft apples if they’re not bruised and brown…
I almost gave these to the chickens but when I started to call them and tell them I realized that they were still in pretty great shape! I ended up making a berry applesauce.
I peeled, sliced and cored the apples, put them in a pot with about 3/4 cup of a mixture of frozen berries, about a half cup of coconut sugar, a tablespoon of honey, a couple tablespoons of butter, the juice of half a lemon, a heavy teaspoon of cinnamon, some ground ginger, some grated nutmeg, a few dashes of sea salt.
I cooked it some and then mashed them because I was too impatient to wait for them to cook down. I’d only quartered them so it was seeming to take forever for them to cook!
It was kind of chunky so I pureed it in my blender. It’s delicious but I’m not sure what I’ll do with it. I’m thinking it might make some really nice bread or muffins…12795450_1755677521335034_5754045642700276657_n

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What is the difference between liverwurst and braunschweiger??

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I have a secret.
I’m not really from the South.
“Really??”, someone that knows me would ask incredulously, feigning horror.

Okay, so I guess the almost 25 years in the South hasn’t totally obliterated my northern accent.
And to set the record straight ~
Northerners do not say  ‘Long Island’ as if it were one word, tripling and overemphasizing the hard ‘g’.
At least not that I’m aware of…

I love the South~ especially the Shenandoah Valley. It is a world and culture all its own.
What makes it so wonderful?
Well, it doesn’t take long (I think I’m hearing that hard ‘g’…) to begin to wave at almost every vehicle that you pass as you drive.
I mean, really ~ talk about making you feel welcome!
Or how about going to the Ben Franklin in town where ‘everybody knows your name’.
What could be more welcoming and heartwarming??
Were there any adjustments I needed to make when I moved south?
Sure.
You’ve heard the usual ~
Where are the bakeries??
The delicatessens??
Why can’t I find the Polly-o, mozzarella and ricotta???
Bagels????
In the end, the charm and comfort of the South wins over any perceived losses. Besides, the South caught up.

Their motto became:

“Leave no Northerner behind.”

With the ever growing influx of Northerners, this would have been impossible. Financially speaking, you could say we’ve been an asset to the economy. As the shelves and refrigerator sections filled with the things we hankered for, we began stockpiling in our joy. Relationally speaking, the South couldn’t help but embrace us. It’s who they are. The very heart of a person from the Valley is to make you feel special ~ even in their teasing about your origin.  Shoot! If they didn’t pick on you just a bit, you’d wonder if they liked you!

Now and finally to my question above.

What IS the difference between liverwurst and braunschweiger??

Liverwurst was what we called the distinctly savory, somewhat sliceable organ meat (sorry. It is what it is) in every icebox. Made from pork liver, pork fat, bacon and various spices and ‘et ceteras’, you might say it was the Northerner’s version of the Southerner’s cloth bologna.
As far as the difference between
Liverwurst and braunschweiger(liver sausage in German),also known to some as leberwurst~ there really is none, though I’m sure it can vary~ especially in the case of a secret family recipe!

My photo? Ahhh…I was able to find my treasured liverwurst (Actually I’ve known it was there, I was just avoiding what I consider a heart attack food as long as I could or as long as I could bear to.) and had it for breakfast on homemade white bread with slivered onion..oh my!
I found it at the ‘very local’ supermarket in my own town!
Broadway Supermarket!
Thanks, Steve!
(Insert music from Cheers here)

Let me leave you with another reason why I so love living where I live ~

Jesus ~ the Son of God~
makes the paper pretty much everyday.
AND Anyone from here can testify to Mr. J’s Bagels (he’s from New Jersey… Shh!)

“I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.”

John 6:51

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Food. It’s Art. For your eyes. In your mouth.

So. I’m doing this. the blog thing. You asked for it and here it is.  I have no idea where this will go but again, here it is~

Bread.

It’s a big part of my life.

While I understand the importance of the gluten-free thing for many, it is not so in my house.

I have to say, I’m grateful.

Tomato sandwiches would never be the same.

Stuffing? I shudder to think…

I will say, I have found a superior recipe for chocolate cake.

Quinoa. It’s the bomb. And you’d never know it!

So, my day awaits.

If I could leave you with anything, it would be that God rocks and loves you like crazy.

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