Good Eating and Better Living: Recipes for Grace!
Stories and recipes that I want to share with friends and family.
Monday, November 4, 2024
Pumpkin Bread with a side of Gratefulness
Saturday, October 26, 2024
So, what are you eating these days? I'm making green chili- egg and cheese casserole! It's Eggstroidinaire-y!
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
We Eat with Our Eyes Too
Above: Chicken noodle Soup and to the left, pizza with veggies and sausage
Tuesday, January 2, 2024
Choose Happiness, then Repeat!
Happy 2024 everyone!
I choose to be happy, everyday. It's a long-held belief of mine that you choose your mindset and then live it. Wow, that sounds so simple, doesn't it? But it's my recipe for grace-filled living and I stick to it, year after year. Now, I have a confession: every day is NOT happy, because I am a fallible, average human being and I make mistakes. I get angry. I experience disappointments and feel regret too, but in all cases, I do not let it make my entire existence sad. I move on and I choose to make the most of a bad hour or two and then I adjust my attitude until I can be joyful again. I do this with intention. Sometimes I sing or dance to get back in the groove. I most certainly do some sort of physical exercise because it's the best way to improve how you feel. Sometimes I call or text one of my favorite people or I may paint, sew, visit a friend, bake or play pickleball. In short, I make an adjustment and those choices manage to improve my attitude and then I am happy again.
I've heard some people very dear to me state that they can't do what I do. I guess what they mean is that they cannot find choices that can positively adjust their feelings. But for me, it feels like a combination of bragging or prying to ask them to explain themselves. What can I ask? Should I ask if they have hobbies, maybe? Or, what if they say that all they have time for is work. Dare I suggest that they find or make time for themselves after work? Or even better, find a part of their work that brings joy and focus on that for a few minutes? Should I make such suggestions? Nope. But I do hope they read this sometime this year, and then invest in themselves by spending time on something that brings them joy.
It's all any of us can hope for. For me, I will not make a resolution but instead if I feel myself grumbling or complaining, I will switch mindsets and choose to do that which makes me happy. This grandson, pictured above, is reason enough to make good choices, don't you think? Just remember when I say HAPPY 2024 to you, I mean it for the next 365 days and then let's repeat it the next year too! I hope it's a great and happy year for each of us. Choose wisely!
Tuesday, June 1, 2021
Last Meals that weren't meant to be last meals
As you can tell by the
name of my blog, I believe that food is love. I'll say it again. To me anyway,
sharing a meal is an expression of how much I like to spend time with you. It's
special. It is, I insist! If you think about it, maybe you'll agree! We eat
with those we love or at least, like! We break bread, we often say grace and we
do these things in a ritualistic way to show honor and loving care to those
closest to our hearts. So I ran across one of these pictures in my memories on
social media. I paused and considered how I miss this man who has been gone
from this earth for exactly 11 months on the day of this writing. I LOVED
seeing Dad enjoy his food! And he had been losing weight and had been a bit
more lethargic as the last few months had passed. I saw him in March for his
birthday and then in late May, for a trip to the beach to check on him and to
share the trip with Jordan and Allie, who wanted to visit Papa. Each time, he
was thinner and a bit more quiet. But otherwise, he was Dad - he was happy or
optimistic as he put it, but otherwise he was good. So we took him to Martinis
one evening, then an Irish Pub near his house (he had Shepherd's Pie) and then
to Calabash for their famous popcorn shrimp. Dad ordered a senior fish and
shrimp plate and although it took a while, he cleaned his plate! I
remember these days so clearly, because we slowed down, talked, ate, laughed
and enjoyed each other.
I cannot recall what I said to him, other than "I love you". I cannot recall every visit with Dad over these past few years but I know this - I loved this man and he loved me. He loved his 'people'. He just loved us. Here’s my plea to you. Go share a meal with loved ones after reading this. I hope it happens soon. I know you will remember to slow down, and to put your phone down too. Look at the people surrounding you. Indulge in those extra few moments. Do it for love. Do it for the memories. Do it for yourself!
Thursday, December 31, 2020
A Goodbye 2020 Poem
She ponders the
life she lives, and feels deep down in her being
that the world will recover but will she ever feel the same?
It’s ok if not, because the earth is a giant, lovely mother
that hugs you to her with sunlight, waves and moonbeams and
so much
beauty, all around her. Still, she wonders if all will be ok
in her world.
Will it? She decides that it will because there’s resilience
and grit
and friendships too, if you know where to look for each.
There is music to soothe the soul and also to rock the blues
away.
Also, there is dancing and art and books upon books to show
the way
or to make you forget
the sadness out there. Sadness in
there too.
Loss. Grief. Anger that might be more like disappointment. But wait!
There’s also exquisite beauty in the mountains and deep
abiding love
among her favorite humans. She feels this so strongly that
she decides that all is
right with the world. Her world. Our world. And so…it is,
and will be and shall be.
Marci R. Dec. 31, 2020
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Moonglow, an Attitude of Sorts
(Pictured, Obey River Campground, TN on 10-31-20)
Moonglow 2020
Nov.15, 2020
This image more aptly represents me, in the time and place,
Nov. 2020, COVID times. I’ve done some soul searching since my son arrived home
for an extended visit to us for the holidays, from Mexico. He casually
mentioned that my posts are nicey-nice…or something like that! “Well,” I
exclaimed. “I think I’m trying to counterbalance the nastiness that is often
all that one sees in social media” I tell him. Then I think about it for a few
days.
Now this image is a true representation of me at the present
because it shows bright light in the dark and I am NOT the bright light. I am
searching for it. I search by thinking of trinity in the reflections in the
water and sky. The Father, Son and Holy Ghost are a beloved trinity. My
husband, kids and family, another one. My friends, here, far away and long
gone, yet another. I see hope, light and love, (another trinity!) in all of these.
Then, there’s the underlying, under the surface fears going
on with me. I am facing a project that is not easy for me. I am creative, but
very, very unorganized in thought and action. This project, while extremely
important and meaningful, is sucking the lifeblood out of my usual positive
self. Is this kind of pain, which brings to light all of my inadequacies worth
the energy it takes to complete it? Well, what would I tell my students? “Have
grit” I’d tell them. “Stick with it and with practice it will get easier”, I’d
say. A little perseverance now will go a long way later, I tell myself! So I’ve
done the equivalent of kicking and screaming, toddler style. I’ve stormed
about, cried a little and stomped off to bed early. I have also worked on this
project. It’s not easy yet, because I cannot create what I want, but must fit
the project mold, perfectly.
I’m still trying to do this thing that is not easy. I’m
still working on my attitude and feel the whole experience makes me a better human
– a better wife, mom, and friend. Hopefully it will make me a better colleague,
teacher and motivator. But for now, I must go into the dark night and seek the
light of the moon, and face my inadequate and unorganized mess. I must shed some
moonlight on it, since in this particular case, I’m not capable of spreading
sunshine, but I will be again. I will by all that is in me. I will.
Now my social media persona is not all of me and now you see
that. Like most, I want to be sunshine and nicey-nice. But sometimes, I’m a
dimly lit moonglow and that’s ok.