Real Men *do* Eat Quiche

1599 1599_ () 1599 1599 Over at Faith and Family, we are inviting readers to post their favorite meatless dishes to get us primed for Lent.

Here is my offering.

Veggie -Cheese Pie (or, yes, Quiche)

Preheat oven to 375 degrees

4 eggs, beaten
1 1/2 cups milk
1 cup shredded Swiss cheese
1 package Knorr vegetable mix
1 package frozen, chopped spinach, thawed and squeezed dry

Combine all ingredients. Spoon into 9″ pie crust. Place on cookie sheet, and bake for 50 minutes or until knife comes out clean.

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Highs and Lows

1598 1598_ () 1598 1598 This morning was rough. But I’m trying to see the good along with the bad.

The Lows:

1. Frustration of boys needing to be told repeatedly what to do.

2. Many things finally fall into place, but alas, the table does not get cleared.

3. A boy flings an extra-large bouncy ball from across the room. It flies through the kitchen, sails into the dining room and barely misses the chandelier.

4. Ball hits a glass of milk resting on the still-not-cleared table.

5. Milk all over the floor.

6. Can’t help it. I’m crying over spilt milk. Not really crying as much as loud bemoaning.

7. Guilt ensues. I struggle with I’m-A-Terrible-Mother disease.

8. This passes quickly. Too quickly? A little more guilt.

The Highs:

1. I’m having a really good hair day today. 1598″


A-Male-akin Gothic

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Just came across this Christmas card nominee. Why didn’t I use it?

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Love and Appliances

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One recent afternoon, I was working around the house, cleaning, picking up and trying to get things in order.

I started a load of laundry, and as I moved through the house, I found a few more articles of clothing that needed to be washed. I brought the clothes to the laundry room, looked in the washing machine and realized that I could only add these clothes if I used a crowbar to get them in.

Being the practical person that I am, I decided it was better to overload my machine than have a handful of dirties in the hamper. I took those dirty clothes and finagled them into the washer.

A while later the machine started making that dreaded noise, the one you have to just sound out to describe to your dad when you call to see what he thinks. “It’s going harrumph-hmmm-hmmm,” I told my dad, and asked him what I should do.

After much analysis, my dad determined that my machine had died a good death, giving all he had for his country. It’s true I worked that thing to the bone; overloading was a common (and necessary) occurrence. It was a super-capacity washer doing a mega-high-efficiency washer’s job.

Once we ruled out repairing the machine, Paul and I began research to determine the absolute biggest washer on the market and where could we buy it. Of course, in the midst of this, I started praying for a good deal. When we went to price machines at the store, I was hoping for a steal; there were none to be had.

At one point, I asked the Holy Spirit for guidance and right after that I clearly heard in my head the word Craigslist. I wondered how the Holy Spirit knew about that local online shopping site, and I decided to check it out.

Sure enough, just posted on the site was the exact washer and dryer that I had been looking at – slightly used and for almost half off. I excitedly told Paul about the find and felt like the Lord had answered my prayers about getting a good deal.

I contacted the seller, who explained why they were selling this perfectly good pair of appliances. Paul and I discussed their reasons, and also began to weigh the pros and cons of buying something gently used (but seemingly perfect) versus the benefits of extended warrantees and a return policy.

After a while, I wasn’t convinced this was the way we should go, but I couldn’t let it go that the Holy Spirit had led me to this washer. It was literally the exact one I hoped to buy.

The seller told us he could meet us late that weekend. Meanwhile, laundry was starting to pile up like New England snowdrifts and the thought of waiting two more days for something that may or may not work out for us was nerve wracking.

Finally, Saturday morning, Paul turned to me.

“I don’t think we should do it,” he said, “We need to just buy something from the store so we know what we’re getting.”

The minute he uttered those words, I felt a sense of relief. I had been holding on to doing it a certain way because I thought it was from God. But my husband wasn’t in agreement – which was an even bigger sign of what we needed to do. We confirmed each other’s reservations and came to a decision we were both peaceful with.

In the end, we walked into the appliance store just as they had marked the exact washer we wanted on deep, deep discount. The deal I had been praying for fell into our lap – and we only found it because my husband was willing to tell me that maybe we should try going another route.

A big part of love is learning to communicate. This Valentine’s Day marks fifteen years since Paul asked me to marry him, and moments like that washer/dryer adventure remind me that it just keeps getting better. 1596″ ,