I recently started dabbling in wine. I’ve always been more of a vodka girl personally, but it just seems so socially grown up to drink a glass of wine at a party. Who says peer pressure stays in high school? A while back I managed to finish my first glass, but it was Moscato so I hardly think that counts. My next attempt was a Riesling. I got a local wine called 14 Hands and found it to be delightful. I’m still a long way from attempting a musky red wine, but I feel I’m maturing.
It’s that time of year again. No more family Christmas parties with your crazy Uncle Lou who makes inappropriate remarks after a few glasses of Granny’s homemade nog. The presents are opened & carols all sung. You’ve convinced yourself that the tree and lights can stay up while you do absolutely nothing for a few days. This is the magical time of year when pretty much the only thing on TV is football. College bowl games and NFL playoffs are kicking into high gear. It’s time for lazy afternoons parked on your caboose with friends who don’t care that you are wearing your ratty sweatpants. Friends who totally understand that you must wear elastic waistbands due to the obscene number of holiday treats you’ve been eating for the past month. No judging. Just more eating. And football. A great time of year indeed. Continue reading
For a week now I’ve listened to broadcasters, sports reporters, ESPN analysts, coaches and players alike all saying the Hawks had virtually no chance to beat the “Defending Superbowl Champion New Orleans Saints”. A perfect storm of circumstances would have to come together in order for the lowly 7-9 Seattle squad to have any remote possibility to overcome the talent of their opposition this week. Here are the most frequent things I heard: Continue reading
A special shout out to my Aunt Nola – who brings this amazing salsa to family functions. I got the recipe from her and made it today for our small group’s football party. So awesome. Serve with “scoops” style chips — you’ll want big bowl chips to scoop up all the goodness in this stuff! Nola’s original recipe calls for a can of black eyed peas with jalapeños, but since I couldn’t find those at the grocery store, I did regular black eyed peas and added in some fire roasted chiles.
1/4 cup Red Wine Vinegar
1 ½ teaspoon Tabasco hot pepper sauce
2 Tablespoons Olive Oil
2 Cloves Garlic, crushed
3/4 teaspoon Salt
1 teaspoon Cumin
Pepper to taste
1/2 pound Roma Tomatoes, diced
1 ripe Avocado, peeled, pitted, and diced
2/3 cup sliced Green Onions
2/3 cup chopped Fresh Cilantro
15 ounce can Black Eyed Peas, drained
11 ounce can Shoepeg Corn (or sweet white corn), drained
1/3 c diced fire roasted green chiles
Combine all ingredients in a large bowl. Refrigerate until ready to serve.
Football party today! Go Seahawks! These were terrific little bite sized (have I mentioned I love all things bite sized?) snacks. Perfect for popping in your mouth while watching your favorite team dominate the opposition.
*Had to take this photo with my iPhone – forgot the camera and they were disappearing quick!
Tomato Bacon Bites
6 slices bacon, chopped
3 roma tomatoes, chopped
1/2 cup green onion, chopped
3 ounces shredded cheddar cheese
1/4 cup mayonnaise
1 teaspoon fresh basil
1 (16 ounce) can refrigerated buttermilk biscuit dough
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Lightly grease a mini muffin pan.
- In a skillet over medium heat, cook bacon until evenly brown. Drain on paper towels. In a medium mixing bowl, combine bacon, tomato, green onion, cheese, mayonnaise and basil.
- Open can of biscuits. Cut each biscuit into quarters. Place each quarter into one of the cups of the prepared mini muffin pan. Press into the cup and up the sides. Fill each biscuit cup with the bacon mixture, about a teaspoon per cup.
- Bake for 10 to 12 minutes in the preheated oven , or until golden brown.
Colossians 2:4 Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart.
Yesterday evening, I was sitting on the couch with some friends and family having a lovely chat, winding down from a great baby shower. I was tired, dragging after only a few hours sleep, having spent 6 hours baking the previous day. All I wanted to do was lazily listen to the conversation around me and then crawl into bed. Suddenly, I realized the clock in the kitchen said 5:43 — completely energized, I sprang from the couch. “I gotta go!” I yelled behind me, racing from the room. Frantically I located my keys, some shoes and my purse and ran to the car – leaving my family and friends just sitting in my living room – and sped away from my house towards the pharmacy. You see, in all the fuss preparing for a baby shower, I’d forgotten to pick up my birth control pack for the new month, which I needed to start yesterday evening. The pharmacy closes at 6 o’clock.
You may be asking yourself how on earth this story could tie into a devotional? Well, I’ll tell you. Continue reading