Tag: Pasta
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Garden-Fresh Flavor
It’s that time of year again, and I am excited! My hard work is beginning to pay off; my garden is starting to yield fresh produce. I have enjoyed sugar snap peas for a couple of weeks. A few yellow cherry tomatoes have ripened; they don’t last very long after I rinse them off. It…
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Blessed Beyond Measure
Another holiday is coming up, and sometimes I find it hard to face the idea that there will be someone missing at my Thanksgiving table. I remember the first meal my family had together after my husband graduated to Heaven. Things got quiet when we bowed our heads for the blessing of our food, but…
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Red, Ripe, and Ready-to-Eat
I am so ready for a luscious red tomato from my garden. I have had a few Juliet grape tomatoes and some yellow cherry tomatoes; however, the larger varieties are a long way from ripening. I would settle for a large yellow tomato, but they are nowhere near ripe, either. Bacon and tomatoes just go…
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Use your noodles!
Use your noodles! I will be forever grateful that my parents, especially my dad, taught me how to think for myself. If I asked for help solving a problem, Dad didn’t necessarily spout out the solution. He often guided me along the path of figuring out the answer on my own. To him, my head…
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A Summer Staple
I have been looking forward to this week for a while. Two of my grandchildren are staying with me for several days; we plan to attend Vacation Bible School at my church. Vivian and Liam are both seven years old; each of them just completed first grade. I wanted to include Lincoln, who is four…
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Prayers, Pasta, and a Promise Fulfilled
Sometimes it seems that the road of life is a struggle. There are smooth places along the way, yet they often come after we have faced a particularly difficult stretch of road. One thing that has never failed to help me is the power of prayer. Even when it feels like my prayers are bouncing…
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Fond Memories of July Fourth
Thinking of the upcoming Independence Day holiday has me feeling rather nostalgic. For many years, the fourth day of July meant attending my Dad’s family reunion. It was held around noon, so it never interfered with fireworks displays later in the evening. Our gathering was usually held at a park, but occasionally one of our…