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October 31st, 2011 You can read my latest column, about celebrating a Catholic Halloween, at Crisis today: Don’t Trade Halloween for Reformation Sunday And in case you still aren’t convinced, I offer you my annual argument in favor of celebrating Halloween, from a slightly different approach: Captain America costume in size 3T Daniel 2009 October 30th, 2011 [I was browsing through some blog archives today and this bit of family history from 2006 made me smile. Some things never change.] You gotta love these All Saints Day parties. I like to think of them as a healthy reminder that the saints were human beings. Just like us. Just like our children. And that every one of us is called to be a saint too. On our way October 29th, 2011 To make this coconut pecan coffee cake, I used the following recipe: (adapted from Ultimate Bread Machine Cookbook) Dough: 1/4 cup warm water 1 extra large egg 3/4 cup plain yogurt 2 tablespoons butter, softened 3/4 teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons brown sugar 2 1/2 cups bread flour 1 cup whole wheat flour 2 1/4 teaspoons dry yeast Filling: 6 tablespoons butter, softened 1/3 cup brown sugar 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon October 28th, 2011 – 1 – Early Snow We got a couple of inches last night and they are predicting several more on Saturday night and into Sunday morning. I know we live in New Hampshire, but this is ridiculous. I am not yet ready to begin 6 months of winter. The youngest boys, however, totally are. As the snow fell last night, they shouted and danced on the lawn. Barefoot. – 2 October 14th, 2011 – 1 – Hot Lunch Here’s an easy lunch I like to make on these crazy school days: In the morning, wash as many potatoes as your family will eat and place them in a large pan. Rub with butter and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Place pan in the oven and set the delay bake for 75 minutes at 400 degrees, ending whenever you would like to eat lunch. October 12th, 2011 Just because this touched me today: Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and |
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