I’m not a fan of the packaged seasoning mixes only because they contain ingredients other than the spices. I haven’t been using them now for about two years and haven’t missed using them yet.
Pin ItYear: 2011
I never realized how easy it was to make refried beans. As much as we love Mexican food, I hate to think about how many cans of beans we’ve gone through. This recipe is great as a side dish or in any recipe that calls for refried beans. This recipe will make 2 cans worth (about 2 pounds).
Pin ItI’m working on re-doing my schedule in a major way. Gregg home full time and working a “regular” job, Kaylee in high school, Scott starting preschool, the end of our homeschool plans — it’s making me overhaul what I do and when. Since I’m in the process of that, I figure I might as well do the overhaul here that I planned to do in the future, too.
How did life — with hundreds of proteins and strictly by chemistry without any intelligent design or intelligent agent — originate? While this is a question that Darwinists cannot answer, it is a question for which believers in the Biblical account of creation can very easily answer.
Pin ItBy way of introduction to chapter 2 of of Lies Women Believe: And the Truth that Sets them Free by Nancy Leigh DeMoss (previously titled Walking in the Truth) “Lies Women Believe About God”, I think what Nancy said best says it:
Pin ItNow, on September 15th, I’m worn out. If I never see another mason jar or freezer bag again, it would suit me just fine. I have been slicing, dicing, cooking, peeling, preserving, drying, and freezing until I just don’t want to do it any more. Don’t get me wrong – God has provided and I am thankful. As much as I love the art of food preservation, I’m just ready for this season to be over. I’ve kept up with school, laundry, and scrubbing. The house is clean, but the picking up and general housekeeping maintenance has been ignored and the day-to-day clutter is about to take over, the classroom is chaos, and my kitchen may never recover. I still have suitcases on the floor of my bedroom from our trip to Ft. Wayne, Indiana, Labor Day Weekend.