Nature Swallows the Fog

The fog swallows the prairie. The glistening waters of the pond reflect a dull hue. A flock of geese drone a lonely song. As the cows bellow faintly in the distance. A dozen deer prance over the hill their image erased in fog.

Cars come and the whole mystique of the prairie washes away with the coming Industrial Age, hardening the wild prairie. Robbing nature of its habitat.

He Keeps His Promises

This morning as I wandered up the long red dirt hill I looked beneath my feet at the crunching gravel. I was immersed in thoughts, bouncing around my head like bouncing balls. Scotland, volunteer, work, college, the whole gamut seems overwhelming, or so it seems. This is true of most people my age juggling family, jobs, college, and volunteer opportunities. So much to do so little time!

Scotland is roaringly wild and majestically beautiful! I can imagine the rock cliffs prodding out into the cyan blue sky. Feeling the salt breeze wander across my face.

Today at Sunday I received that one true lamb. As in the Book of John, Jesus separates the Bread blesses it and says to his apostles: “Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world.”

This is such a powerful verse that continues throughout the Bible. The Cardinal of my diocese visited our small church today celebrating the confirmation of many young people.

The Bishop gave a powerful homily today. Starting by thanking the whole congregation for supporting and helping the confirmands along their journey.

As he continued he described a 13-year-old girl who after an earthquake went to the support tent to find only one banana left with the provided rations. Finding this she divided the banana for her two younger siblings. Eating the leftover crumbs of the banana peel.

That homily blew my mind and really got me critically thinking about my own life and about how I can be of service to others.

We are called to serve. And I hope to do accordingly.

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God Bless for a Blessed Lent!

Cinnamon Popovers- Enjoying a Beautiful Friday

As the smell of cinnamon filled my small kitchen I glanced at the Roman numerals on the old clock. Isn’t it interesting how time plays such an integral part of baking but also with life? If you think about baking is making something new just like every choice we make in this life. Interesting… sorry if I got a bit philosophical there.

As the bright sunshine shone onto the wooden floor in shafts I sifted through one of my favorite cookbooks, Chicken and Egg, A Memoir of Suburban Homesteading by Janice Cole. This book, let me tell you had me laughing SO hard!

Did you know that chickens don’t actually bob their heads but the illusion of bobbing is made because they move their necks before they move their bodies?

And that it takes 24 hours for an egg to be formed inside a hen!

This book has given me many laughs and many good recipes. I really enjoy reading something by someone who is so passionate about something. When we discover our passions it’s really a beautiful thing! Right now, I think one of my biggest passions is writing this blog to all my devoted readers, thank you.

Back to the Cinnamon Breakfast Popovers. I admit I’m on my second batch because the first batch I tried making didn’t come out well.

So be wary about the whisking. The recipe also calls for popover pans… Which I don’t have so I’m making them in a muffin tin.

Another thing to be attentive to is that the popovers have two different baking temperatures. 450 and 350.

Ok, so enough chit-chat, let’s cut to the chase already.

Pop, pop, pop.. popovers

Sweet and spicy popovers

Sweet&Spicy Cinnamon Popovers


To make the popovers: Whisk the flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg together in a large bowl until the spices are well blended with the flour. Whisk the egg and egg whites together in a medium bowl until smooth. Pour milk, melted butter, and vanilla, whisking until combined.


Slowly whisk the egg mixture into the flour mixture until the dry ingredients are moistened and almost smooth. Pour the batter into a large measuring cup or bowl with a spout for easy pouring. Let rest 30 minutes.


To make the topping: Combine the sugar and cinnamon together in a small bowl. Set aside. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Coat fiver popover cups with nonstick cooking spray (I used a muffin tin and it turned out great).


Bake for 20 minutes. Reduce heat to 350 degrees, without opening the oven, and continue to bake another 20 minutes, or until puffed and golden brown.


Place on a wire cooling rack. It’s helpful to put waxed paper on beforehand.


As soon as the popovers come out of the oven, brush the tops with two tablespoons melted butter. I melt mine in the microwave for 20-35 seconds. Then remove popovers from pan. Sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mixture generously over the tops. Serve immediately.

Finished pastries!


Bang!Bang! Cinnamon Popovers

Rain, Rain, Go Away

“Rain, rain go away come again another day.”

This was a song that my chums and I would sing on the playground as the rain slid down our noses. When I was a child I loved playing in the rain. It is such a freeing feeling to have water trickling down your arms and neck. I always felt like rain were angels tears or something quite heavenly, a little taste of heaven, dropping down. Rain somehow makes it easier to think, to ponder what has been and could be.

My XHIT workout was a great beginning to my humpday! This morning I tried some new XHIT workouts. This workout can be done several times throughout the day. A great way to stretch and strengthen those abs. I’m a hug fan of flutter kicks!

As my cursor roamed around the internet this morning I found a new little website that pays freelance writers called, this site pays you to write 2000 word articles on cooking and pays +$100 and up! Being a rainy day, what a great way to make a little side income seems pretty awesome.
Recently, I’ve been reading, “Turn your computer into a Money Making Machine in 2019: How to Make Money from Home.” There’s a lot of good pointers in here, I applaud the author, Avery Breyer, she has written multiple books about making money, available on Amazon.

Another great thing to do on rainy days is to take an EdX class. I am totally an Edx nerd. The beauty of the Edx website is they offer all these courses taught from top-ranking universities that you can audit or take for a very reduced price. If you do pay for a course this can be applied toward your college degree. YEP! you heard me you can take a class for $60 and have it as credit for your college degree.
Rainy day madness, why don’t you update your Linkedin profile, too! Remember to attach any publishments you’ve written. It’s so easy to just attach a PDF to your profile, easy-peasy. Make sure make a succinct detailed resume on Linkedin. It’s can be kind of tricky to piece everything together.
If you need a stress breaker on a rainy day like this grab a hot beverage, my current favorite, is a milk tea. The recipe is quite simple and doesn’t use any exotic ingredients if you find yourself quite far from a grocery store.

Try it out on a rainy day with a good book or good video series.


Inspiration from Poppins: England

“Anything can happen if you let it.”

This somewhat comical and very inspirational song in Mary Poppins, my favorite Disney movie, though honestly, it’s a tossup with Beauty and the Beast. Mary Poppins is one of my favorite Disney heroines whose lyrics I try to live out. This song is so inspirational and urges you “to reach for the stars.” Everything about this song, I wish to emulate in my own life. “Life is out there so go and get it, grab it by the collar.”

Nobody Knows How the Story Ends

Nature’s way has taken a vicious curve. Snow pummels down in blankets as my visage is clouded to only 2 feet ahead of my trembling feet.  Snowy white like a newly pressed wedding gown. Everything is veiled around me.

A red bird chirps ahead of me, silhouetted in white, maybe a sign of love? The love finds my fingers pull and fold clothes as I wonder what awaits their calloused countenance. Silly hands that have made art, pies, scarves. But could someday bear the fate of my life.

The red bird vanishes into the orchard webbed in white like a white cloistered nun. No one knows where we’re bound during this life. Nobody knows how the story ends.

The snow’s rage torrents down en masse diminishing the path ahead. Where are we bound? No one knows.