Monday, February 28, 2011
I should be in a hurry. With oil prices climbing everyday, folks in my line of work are in demand. I need to get back to work. I have to get back to work. But the idea of leaving home, once again, and driving to some far off state and sitting on a hotel bed and flipping on a fastened-down TV makes me cry. Right now the booming wells are in Colorado, Wyoming, the Carolinas. I don't want to travel. I want to be home.
(But how blessed am I to have a career? Thank you, God, for blessing me.)
I'm planting my garden, buying bananas, setting up my sewing machine, and plunking buds in vases as if I never have to leave. Silly me.
Silly, in denial, me.
Friday, February 25, 2011
The house has been empty for some time. It needs updating... it needs another chance. This last week I painted a bedroom, set up my bed, and hung curtains. For the first time in almost 16 months, I slept between my own sheets- not in a hotel suite, guest lodgings, my sister's floor. I woke up this morning and saw familiar things, my things, and thanked God for the rest and hope He's given. It's beautiful.
In deciding what I'd call the place (because houses need names, you know) I felt like Hesed House fit. Hesed is Hebrew for "mercy", but the meaning goes much deeper than that. It's a word that describes the reciprocal relationship between God and man. When it's used in the context of humans, it's talking about extending kindness. Doing favors for the benefit of others. Affection for God. Being lovely. But when Hesed is used in God's context, it refers to His loyalty. How He redeems. Preserves. Keeps promises. And how He created that empty space in us... making us aware of spirituality and His grace.
Last night I was thinking again about Hesed and was interrupted by an email from someone needing a place to stay for several weeks this spring. And suddenly I decided: the name and its meaning is perfect.
This morning I'm making the bed, making coffee, and getting reacquainted with things long packed and a house long awaited.
Happy weekend. -Brin
Thursday, February 24, 2011
milk's leap toward immortality.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I have this little code I sometimes jot on recipe cards. It's BEE. As in, Best Ever Eaten. There are so many recipes out there, you know? I gotta have some way of remembering oh yeah, this is the best ever and I should make it again. Therefore, the BEE.
And what got the BEE this weekend? My own revised version of Ree's Christmas Rum Cake. Only I used Kahlua. And it ain't Christmas. It's BEE.
Just before cake is out of the oven, melt butter for glaze. Add water and sugar and boil for about 5 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and stir in Kahlua.
With the cake still in its pan, drizzle about 1/3 of glaze over the top (bottom). Sit for about 5 minutes, then turn onto cake plate. Poke the cake a zillion times with a fork or skewer, and slowly drizzle remaining glaze over the cake. It will drip down the sides of the cake, puddle at the bottom, and seem like entirely too much glaze. Just keep at it. Trust me.
Store covered up to a week or until devoured. The cake tastes better the longer it sits.
Oh boy, does it. BEE.
Gosh. Now I gotta go cut another piece. ...