What is your dream? You know, that dream you have carried around with you for many years? That dream that no one else knows about but surfaces in your daydreams from time to time? That dream that takes you back to your childhood.
When my husband, Lee, (aka Chief, Chief Food Taste, Chief Culinary Consultant, Chief Traveling Buddy, Chief Gardener, Love of my Life) was a little boy he grew up in middle Tennessee only a few miles down the road from where we live now. His mother’s family populated this area then and now. He father’s family hailed from Eastern Tennessee.
East Tennesseeis a name given to about the eastern third of the State of Tennessee. East Tennessee is entirely located within the Appalachian Mountains. It is both geographically and culturally part of Appalachia and has been included— along with Western North Caroline, North Georgia, Eastern Kentucky, Southwest Virginia and West Virginia – in every major definition of the Appalachian region since the early 20th century.
For as long as he can remember he as been drawn to those mountains. He says “I just think they are part of my DNA.” It was many years ago as a small boy and again later in his life that the dream of hiking the Appalachian Trail took form. All his life he has been active in hiking, biking, running, and just enjoying work outside. For many years of his career he was behind a desk in an office, or sitting in a board room. But wait there’s more! Click to continue reading
I’ve been MIA from my blog for the last week. I have “written” a dozen posts in my mind but none on my computer! That happens sometimes and in the nearly five years since I began blogging I have had to learn to “go with it” when life happens!
A few things have happened this week including my 60th birthday! Yep, 60 years young and feeling so thankful for this life I am living.
First Day on the AT
Lee at the Appalachian Trailhead
On my birthday, I transported my husband and our cousin Tim up Springer Mountain in Georgia to the beginning of the Appalachian Trail. I also spent a good deal of the week helping them to launch a website to journal their adventure. You can read about it here.
My sous -chef dish-washing mom bought me new dishes for my birthday. Honestly, it is rather embarrassing to think I have new dishes because I have a few sets, quite a few sets, many sets, a lot of dishes! I like setting the table with different dishes each meal. I have some that are a large plate for BIG meals. Then there are the smaller plates from my Franciscan Ware set for lunch or smaller suppers. But wait there’s more! Click to continue reading
Got broccoli? I really, really like broccoli. As a kid, I don’t think I ever tasted broccoli, except maybe in a broccoli, rice, and cheese casserole, and even then that may have been after I grew up and started cooking on my own.
My last blog post was about friendship and this recipe comes from another of my God-given friends. Sue and I met when I was 21 years old, a young wife and mother of a 2-week old baby. We moved into the house next door to Sue, her husband Bill and their 3-year-old son, Warren.
Sue and I quickly became friends over the garden fence and migrated to her kitchen where we spent countless hours pouring over recipes, cookbooks and the latest news of the neighborhood. She taught me how to can green beans (and I ruined her canner in the process). Canning pickles were next and I am sure cooking broccoli was in there somewhere!
Thousands of miles have separated us for many years. But a phone call, an email, or a recipe, and we are in sync as if we have never been apart!
Last fall she sent me this recipe. She wrote a quick message saying she thinks they are “super” and even Bill liked them, and broccoli isn’t his favorite.
Well, broccoli is my favorite but this recipe settled near the bottom of a pile on my desk. Thanksgiving came and went. December was a blur. January settled in cold and rainy. We needed something “special” to perk up a mid-week dinner. Broccoli cheese patties to the rescue!
These patties are quick and easy to make. They are baked in the oven and while the recipe calls for sharp cheddar cheese, a hot pepper jack will take the flavor over the top!
Next time I make them I will include an aioli sauce and I really can’t wait! These little patties are crisp on the outside and yummy, creamy, warm and tender on the inside.
For 39 years I have called Sue my “walking book of knowledge.” She has a home economics degree, a very quick wit and a heart of gold. She makes me laugh and sometimes we cry. Who could ask for anything more in a friend?
One of the greatest gifts I have received in my lifetime is the gift of friendship. I can think back at least 5 decades (and a little more) and name dozens of men and women who have walked with me in love and friendship. The number of Godly men and women who influence my daily walk with Jesus has never been higher than it is today.
Whoever walks with the wise becomes wise, but the companion of fools will suffer harm.
I can name friends I am regularly in touch with from Nebraska, Colorado, Florida, Illinois, Utah, California, Missouri, New York, Alaska, United Kingdom, Wyoming, Oregon, Washington, Texas, Arkansas, Alabama, Tennessee, and that doesn’t even begin to count family and Facebook friends!
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil.For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and
has not another to lift him up!