What's for Dinner?

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I'm gathering recipes and writing menu plans for the first next three weeks (to rotate again the following three weeks). Might as well gather them here, right?

Monday:  Taco Salad 

Tuesday:  Whole Chicken on the grill, garlicky green beans, sweet potatoes. 

Wednesday: White Bean Soup, pumpkin muffins

Thursday: Maple Dijon glazed grilled pork chops, Creamed corn, Asparagus

Friday: Firecracker Red Beans, Pineapple Rice,  and big salad. (recipe forthcoming)

Saturday: Spanakopita meatloaf (we discovered that these hamburgers  benefit from the addition of a couple of eggs and make really  nice meatloaves), roasted potatoes, big salad 

Sunday: Rustic ChickenButternut RisottoRoasted Broccoli

Chicken

Monday: Roasted chicken sandwiches with sundried tomato, avocado, and swiss cheese

Tuesday: Steak salad

Wednesday: Cream of Tomato Soup, Grilled Cheese

Thursday: Chicken tenders, sweet potatoes, big salad 

 Friday: Fish Tacos, Spanish Rice

 Saturday: Greek Hamburgers, Oven Fries

 Sunday: Indian Chicken

Baked potatoes

Monday: Chicken Enchilada Casserole, Spanish Rice, Green Salad

Tuesday: Curried Chicken Soup, Crusty Bread.

Wednesday: Stuffed Potatoes (no bacon), Green Salad

Thursday: Pecan Crusted Chicken Thighs, Risotto, Green Salad

Friday: Pasta Fagiole Soup

 

Intentional Weekend: Preparing for Lent

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The entire Lent archives is here. You have to just sort of read through it if you're looking for something in particular. It would be very kind of me to organize it for you, but I can't this weekend. I have to make a quilt. The quilt is for Sarah's baby. And Sarah's theory is that she won't go into labor until the quilt is finished. Not that that is causing me any guilt or pressure or anything;-). Anyway, lots of people asking about Lent things. Here's the link to all I've got. You're on your own! (And pray for Sarah.)

More people ask about this prayer than anything else, so I'll toss up that link and make that much easy. Much food for thought.

conversation hearts and grace notes

I struggle with being the mother of teenagers. Nobody is more surprised by this fact than I am. I was one of those young moms who truly disliked it when older women said things like, "Just you wait until they're teenagers. You won't think it's so fun then." In all honesty, I thought these years would be perfectly golden, because I wasn't like those other moms. I had a positive attitude. I was well-connected to my children. And, pretty much, my kids were awesome.

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They still are. I am daily awed by them. But man, parenting teenagers is very hard work. The sticky peanut-butter-and-jelly-kisses moments don't really happen when they start to tower over me. So anxious some days that it takes my breath away, I am ever aware of how intense this time of life is for them, how much potential there is for hurt. I struggle and I am discouraged.

Some days, though, grace grants me moments just like those I imagined when I wiped jelly from his sweet cheeks. He bends intently over the making of a Valentine, reminding me so much of his father at that age that tears spring unbidden to my eyes. Could it have been thirty years ago?  I blink the tears away because the boy-man before me now is asking me which color marker to use, drawing me into his world, sharing with me the work of his hands, and literally, the pieces of his heart. Such a good heart. Thank you, God.



 

I'm sharing grace notes with the women of Suscipio this week.

Won't you join us there?

God's Little Princess

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The Disney magic has faded and we are settling into the every day that is home. But there are lessons I am determined to carry into our ordnary life. 

While in Florida, I deliberately worked on acquiring the habit of calling my girls "princess." I want the girls to hear it, but more importantly, I want to say it. Believe it. Treat them so.

For my girls and for myself, I want to claim the identity of God's chosen daughter, of being heir to the Kingdom of heaven.

After reading about my princess epiphany, my dear friend Megan, who is the epitome of a holy Princess, suggested a pink princess afternoon, whereupon we introduced the girls to Gigi, God's Little Princess.

Gigi thinks that she is a real princess and she plays the part all day, every day. At the end of the day, when she is tucked into bed by her daddy, he reminds her that she's his princess. She dreams of castles and jewels and worries about about not looking the part.

She does wonder how she possibly be a princess if her daddy is not a king. Looking to her father for clarification, she asks,  

“Daddy, are you a king?”

“Why would you think that?” he said.

“If I am a princess, you must be a king.”

“Well, you are a daughter of a very great King,” Daddy said. “He is King above any other king.”

Big tears began to pool in the corners of Gigi’s eyes. “Are you not my daddy?” she asked.

“Of course I am,” Daddy said, squeezing her tightly. “But we are children of the greatest King of all. This King rules over everything there is, and you are His daughter. You are God’s little princess!”

Understanding dawns and she is eager to share the good news. This is a delightful book full of curls and freckles and pink princesses.

We girls talked long about the message and then, in true Megan-style, shared pink princess cupcakes.

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But of course.


Dining at Disney: Meals Together

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It's been more than a month since we've returned from our Disney vacation. Though the thought has crossed my mind more than once, I won't be writing about "re-entry." Because really, you don't want to know. 

On to the final notes from our vacation:-). I loved meal time at Disney. Loved it. Again and again, we sat and talked and ate and just enjoyed being together. There's nothing like a family meal. Whatever it takes, do this at home.

Our Disney dining was dictated by discounts. As an ESPN employee, Mike has some pretty fabulous Disney perks. I dovetailed our reservations with the discount list in order to maximize our dining potential. Not all restaurants are on the discount list and most of the discounts are only applicable until 2PM. So, a late-ish lunch was our big Disney in-the-park meal. I relied on those snacks and made those lunch reservations as close to 2 as possible. That way, evening meals could be eaten later than usual and back at the hotel, where I cooked simply.

For breakfast, I packed heartily at home. We hauled granola and oatmeal and fruit into our hotel room (which had a full refrigerator). In Orlando, we stocked up on milk and eggs. A full breakfast happened every morning. We all knew we needed that breakfast energy to do happy things until lunchtime. 

I made lunch reservations ahead of time. If we'd been at Disney during peak season, I would have had to make reservations six months or more from when we planned to eat. Since it was "slow" season, I made most of them about a week before we arrived there. Sometimes, I made last minute changes the day before. 

Just like it's important to remember that the hotel is part of the experience, dining at Disney is entertainment. I can't speak highly enough about taking some time to research and then time to sit and enjoy--both the experience and your family. 

Some highlights of the mealtime magic:

On a super crowded day at Magic Kingdom, we took a lovely, cool boat ride to the Wilderness Campground and ate at Trail's End Restaurant . The boat ride took us from the crowd and cleared our heads. We had the restaurant nearly to ourselves; the pace was relaxed and pleasant; the food was tasty and plentiful. When we disembarked from the boat back at the Magic Kingdom we were re-energized and ready for the evening.

We went back to Wilderness Lodge on another day and had so much fun at Whispering Canyon Cafe. The wait staff there truly are actors and actresses. Their schtick is that we are all a part of rowdy western bar and grill. They might be a tad "rude," with a goodnatured wink. Nicholas asked for refill one too many times. Our waitress said she was tired of him pestering her and brought him a giant Mason jar so he'd leave her alone. Stephen thought he'd be wise to that system and asked for "small refill." He got the Mason jar equivalent of a shot glass.

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Two of our best dining experiences were near-disasters. The first time, I had carefully researched a counter service restaurant in Magic Kingdom for a quick, relatively inexpensive meal. It was really crowded (again) that day. We walked en masse, confidently, to the restaurant, hoping that a good meal would revive lagging spirits. When we arrived, we learned it was only open during the "busy" season. Seriously? That was so not noted in the book. The park was packed. Mike navigated across the kingdom and we ended up at The Plaza Resturant. He asked me about it. I told him the book panned it. He managed to talk the staff into finding us a table anyway. We were so hungry we didn't care. 

My boys are still talking about those amazing sandwiches. We sat at a corner table as the sun set. There, we were treated to an enchanting view of Cinderella's Castle as it came up in lights on a beautiful Florida evening. Lovely. Just Lovely. It's that serendipitous magic, I tell you.

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One day, in Hollywood Studios, I made a giant mistake and accidentally made us reservations for a prix fixe character lunch. Brain blip. I didn't realize it wasn't a price range a la carte restaurant. There was no way we could pay for that prix fixe without busting the budget. Mike explained the mistake and the manager went next door to the 50s Prime Time Cafe and found us a la carte seats there. We waited just a few minutes in a 50s "living room" and were cheerfully escorted to our seats. The restaurant had a charming atmosphere, where our waitress played the part of the mom in a classic 50s sitcom. We had a darling time.

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On my birthday, we splurged with the girls and ate a Storybook Princess lunch at the Norwegian Akershus Castle. Mike and I had eaten there with Michael twenty years ago and I literally had not stopped talking about the rice cream and strawberries since then. Back then, there was no Google. Now, though, you can bet this will grace my table on a special day very soon. On that trip, our waitress' name was Kirsten. That Disney jaunt was my post-cancer trip. We were just a few months removed from chemo. The waitress was adorable and I told Mike that if ever we lived happily-ever-after and had a (second) baby girl, we should name her Kirsten. (The first baby girl was already promised to Mary and Elizabeth.) It was pretty amazing to sit in that restaurant 20 years later with our own Kirsten Therese.

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All the food at Akershus was fabulous. Just fabulous. And the experience was every bit the storybook we had hoped it would be. The princesses came from table to table and talked with the girls. It was just darling. Unlike our very gregarious Sweet Karoline, Sarah Annie is shy and soft-spoken. Her speaking voice is barely a whisper. While every little girl in the room cavorted and jostled and chattered around her, she waited patiently to catch Ariel's eye.

"You're my favorite princess," she whispered. 

"And you," Ariel answered in her most regal princess voice, "are my favorite little girl."

Magic.

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