Dinner Time Shakshuka: Recipe

A while back someone shared a link on Facebook to a recipe for Shakshuka. It is a breakfast dish from Isreal and it is delicious! I have made it several times since then and tonight I made it for supper. I usually do make it for breakfast.

Here I'll show you how I made a dinner version. As these are very general directions you should go check out the original one first at The Shiksa in the Kitchen.

This isn't the best picture, but you can see what it is like. There is an egg missing at the bottom. I forgot to take a picture before I took out the two-year-old's portion to cool.

Singing with Baby

He loves it when I sing this for him. It always changes because he asks for different things. The song started out being only about what we saw when we went on a walk but then he started wanting to sing about boats and his friends. He is a cutie. At the end you might notise him pointing to the keys. That is because he wants me to sing and he is pointing to the the cracks in between the keys because he wants me to sing about that.

Wine and Psalm Roar 2013

I didn't take any pictures because I had forgotten my camera. This one was taken by Pastor Stout.

Click here to read what Pastor Uri wrote up about it.  :)

The Psalm Roar was last night, March 8. It was really great. I loved the singing. There was food and wine and plenty of laughs and smiles. We got home around ten o'clock that night. There were three churches that came together that night to sing praises.

Zippidy Doo Da

Lately I have really, really been enjoying my life. This stop in Florida (I am still a bit cautious to presume I know how long) has given me some time to breath. I think of it as a longed for oasis in the middle of a wilderness. While travelling through the wilderness God gave me the ability to endure it but now that we've gotten to this place of rest I don't ever want to leave it. If we must go on we must, but I just think I am in paradise right now.

Recipe: Grilled Chicken over Parmesan Rice

I have been thinking about my little cooking page over there in the top right corner. I haven't done much with it, although I haven't slowed down a bit on the cooking. I am not sure I will add anymore to that page or not and I thought I would just start putting them here in the posts section.

Most recently I made an extraordinary dinner all on my own. Usually when I make things without a recipe they are good, and worth doing again (like my carrot and sweet potato soup) but they don't come out amazing as often. This time it did however.


This recipe was inspired by some parsley that was sitting in the refrigerator.

Video: Can You Say No?

Yay! I think I have finally figured out how to put videos in my blog posts! I hope y'all like this one. My baby brother is such a cutie. Well It's not really a video, but it is really close!

Camellia Festival: What I Thought

Today we met my Grandma at the Baldwin Heritage Museum in Elberta. There was a Camellia Festival and there were lots of interesting things to look at. They had a sugar cane mill and we got to see how it worked and crush some ourselves. The juice that came out was sweet and tasted really good! :)

One of the many exhibits in the museum. This is for making seed potatoes.

At the festival there were mainly older people, about my grandma's age maybe a little older maybe a little younger. There were only six people who were not in my family that were sixteen or younger.
There were so many interesting things to look at! I wondered around and around the little museum looking at the same things over and over again. As I absorbed all of this history I overheard several conversations. Mainly folks were saying how they remembered these things or "I used to have one of those!" all were reminiscing about the "good old days" One man was looking at a wood stove with his pal. He said, "My mom used to have one of those up until I was about five or six when my dad finally broke down and bought her an electric one." Every time someone started talking I would quickly step over there and (okay I guess I never "overheard" anything) eagerly listen to what they had to say. They all knew I was listening and sometimes they would turn to me as they spoke. Most of the time all they had to say was wonderful but more than twice they would talk about how my generation doesn't appreciate any of this anymore.