Repurposing Old Recipe Cards

What to do with old recipe cards? The handwritten ones passed down that include odd ingredients like lard and curd? At my house, it was the Booze Cake that I didn't necessarily like, but the handwriting was Grandma's and I couldn't bear to toss it out, even in my most obsessive/compulsive organizational mode.

Here's what I did:

Looking up at the ceiling between our great room and kitchen

Not too long ago, I stumbled upon a few boxes of old recipe cards, some from my mom, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother.


After making color copies of them, I used an adhesive spray glue to attach them to the inside of my kitchen walkway. Wallpaper glue did not do the trick so Elmer's took over. Over the top of this, I used a paintbrush to slap on a little Mod Podge topcoat.



Every day, as I walk through this entryway, I think of all of the other women in my family who cooked in their own kitchens for their own families. Does it matter if I make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for my family for dinner, or Real Gil's favorite steaks? Perhaps my work is not earth-shattering, but it is part of the legacy I leave. This kitchen work is part of the prepared tasks God has put before me today (Ephesians 2:10). I figure that Jesus himself made breakfast for the disciples so it's not above me. And someone had to make that boy's lunch of fish and bread so Jesus could perform a miracle!

Whether God uses my food for miracles or just to teach me to put someone else's needs ahead of my own, I step willingly into the kitchen. But it's always easier when you stop to smile at other generations' meticulous writing, and serving, and ultimately, their legacy.

Resting,
Karen

Dollar Store Rejects

While the men were off bonding with the monster trucks, we women did what we do best: shop.

At the Dollar Store.

My girls each had $2 from Gramma and off they went. I picked these up for myself since I have yet to find comfortable ear buds for my ipod. I'm not sure why I thought that my odds were better at the Dollar Store.




Tonight, I pulled them out and found this inside:


Oh yes, they're lightweight and comfortable. Good to know. With a 48-inch cord. Convenient, I say. Compatible with all MP3 players. That's fantastic. What's that? A warning?

This product contains chemicals, including lead, known to the State of California to cause cancer, and birth defects or other reproductive harm. Wash hands after handling.

Really?! Really???

I'm prepared to wash my hands after I handle raw meat, or steer a germy grocery cart through the Target aisles. But after I touch the earbuds?!

Guess that's why they're at the Dollar Store, eh?

Guess what else is at the Dollar Store?

Standing in line at the checkout, I noticed they have pregnancy tests for sale. For one dollar. That, my friends, is a screaming deal. Just make sure to read the small print.

Resting,
Karen

Weekend Reading

I hope your weekend is full of Peace, the best kind.

And here's a few of my favorite articles from the week, if you'd rather not wash the cars or fold laundry.

How to Become a Legalistic Christian in Three Easy Steps - unbelievable article! Light and fun, but also rich with truth.

A great tutorial on how to make a miniature Easter tomb with grass and a few pots. There's not a crafty bone in me, but I just might be coerced into making these.

For all you fellow homeschooling freaks out there, here's a favorite to return to time and time again.

As we continue to pray for Haiti, I have enjoyed reading this blog from a family that has served in Haiti for many years. Their footage and words are startling, and yet joyful too.

For no legitimate reason except that Brian Regan is the king of sarcasm and I might possibly be a sucker for sarcasm...and because Real Gil and I find ourselves quoting him throughout our simple daily activities, hope you enjoy our tweaked sense of ER humor.

See you on Monday, dear friends.

Resting,
Karen