My dad eats bacon everyday. Sometimes, I think he could sustain himself happily with bacon and coffee. Dad just left from a weekend visit, the house smells like a delicious blend of the two.
I gave up coffee a few years ago. Bacon, well I have been known to say, I would consider vegetarianism if it weren't for bacon. The salty goodness of a bacon and rye toast sandwich is unmatched. I am all for healthy living, but leave the bacon.
My mom made egg rolls. Homemade egg rolls that seemed like an all day process. It was always an event. Mom would chop, steam, wrap, fry, for hours. Oh, they are delicious.
There were several young Vietnamese women that my mom helped teach English. I think this recipe may be from one of these women. Mom had notebooks filled with recipes. This one even had a drawing showing how to properly roll them.
Saturday afternoon was full of chopping, steaming, rolling, frying, and eating delicious egg rolls! I made them for the first time. Next time I will have friends over to enjoy them. Who wants egg rolls?
I went to a lot of Bible Schools growing up. When I was in college, I taught Bible Schools all summer, sometimes twice a day. I am still doing Bible School. I have been helping with crafts for four or so years. This year, I was bumped up to craft leader. I recruited a friend to be my co-leader. Tonight is night four. I'm tired.
Today is my brother's 35th birthday. Yes, he is just a few months shy of being two years older than me. We were unlikely siblings, we really liked each other growing up. We did just about everything together. We explored the backyard (which was three acres and a creek). We played restaurant and school with our stuffed animals. We wrote and performed plays with those same animals on vacation for our parents. We spent countless hours riding our bikes. We had a lot of fun.
We grew up and life took us far apart. We live in different states, we live very different lives, but our bond still remains. He is after all my big brother. I went to Kansas City last fall and was able to spend some time with Jason. We ate, drank tea, and talked about our family's three favorite subjects--religion, politics, and our family.
Happy Birthday Jason! The best big brother out there.
I never thought of myself as a champion of women. I didn't brand myself as a feminist. I was raised I could do whatever I wanted to do. My parents didn't limit me because I was a girl. I don't recall being taught I was less in any way because I wasn't male. I should probably thank all the social and political radicals who allowed me this privilege.
I have two daughters, this has made me a champion of women. I felt a tug towards this because I am a woman, that tug was transformed when I became a mother. I want my girls to be able to do anything they wish. The President of the United States could be one of my girls or one of yours. Could one of these girls journey to new planets? Cure Illnesses? Help promote Peace?
Thank you to the women who traveled before me, what a wonderful legacy we have because of them. Let's dream together of great things for us and our girls who will continue to do great things both great and small.
Claire and I made chocolate chip cookies yesterday afternoon. Claire loved every step. She likes measuring, pouring, turning on the mixer, and spooning the dough on the cookie sheets. She really loved finishing off the leftover dough. She didn't get sick. I didn't get sick--had to sample the dough for quality control of course. I've been eating raw dough my whole life--it's worth the risk.
All this reminded me of making cookies and treats with my mom growing up. My favorite were sugar cookies with almond extract. Yum! Oatmeal raisin may be my favorite now. Josh loves peanut butter cookies. Delaney and Claire aren't picky when it comes to cookies.