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Creamed Chicken

creamed chickenMy mom made the most fabulous chicken recipe. Unfortunately, after she passed it seems to have gone with her.  I would ask for this delicacy often and found it to be absolutely delicious. It was what she called creamy chicken.  Not such an original name, but it was incredible tasting.  It was, of course, with chicken cut up not in small pieces, she used condensed milk and the drippings from the chicken.  This is what Legacy writing is all about.  See I might have had this recipe had I had the opportunity to ask her about this and have it in writing.  This is all I really can tell of this recipe. I have searched in her recipe box and it just has not shown up.  Once when I was pregnant with my first child I actually had three helpings of this delicacy.  That was the last time I had the luxury of this dish.  After that, she tried to use substitutes like chicken soup or whatever, but it just wasn’t the same.  I am still searching. Continue reading

Chile Relleno Casserole

Chile RellenoMexican Food is one of my favorites. I’m not sure if this recipe qualifies as traditional Mexican Cuisine but in my opinion, it’s a delicious side dish with any meal. The hardest part for me is finding the whole poblano peppers to use as the basis of the casserole. I have substituted diced chiles however my favorite is still the whole poblano peppers. Continue reading

Rhubarb Custard Pie

When It was summer, I was the one responsible for mowing grandma Is’ lawn. In the backyard, I would make slow careful circles around her peonies and rhubarb patch.

rhubarb custard pieThe peonies would bloom and later be held up with a circular piece of chicken wire through the summer. The rhubarb grew unrestricted. Leaves were generously pulled–never cut–from the plant. I would pull and single stalk and suck on the puckeringly tart end as I sat on the hard dry ground under the weeping willow. The cicadas song sounded like the power lines vibrating. I loved the late afternoon when the cooing of morning doves was accompanied by other lawn mowers humming from distant yards.

Grandma would bring in an armload of the big-leafed stalks to make her rhubarb custard pie. Continue reading

A Crash Far From Home

A Crash Far From Home

So, here she is at the beginning of the summer.

It was the summer of 1986. I drove my brown 1972 Mercury Comet to Washington DC for a Church Leadership training conference.

Having my own car gave me an awesome feeling of independence and freedom!

I drove daily to work and felt familiar with the traffic near the University of Maryland, College Park, campus where I was staying. Continue reading

On My Way Home

As the rain came pelting down, the car windows kept steaming up. The rhythm of the windshield wipers acted like a hypnotic metronome keeping time to the raindrops and the fog. Continue reading

Careful Driver?

carefulFortunately, I have been in only one really nasty car crash.  I was seventeen, in the car with my boyfriend, now husband, and another couple that was in the backseat.  We were at the outdoor theatre on a rather chilly summer night.  My date and I were having a dispute so I was sitting where I was supposed to be, by the window on the passenger’s side of the car. Continue reading

Death of the Red Hornet

When someone says “Have you ever been in a car crash?”, immediately I have 2 memories that come to mind.  The first involves Grandma Is and the brown Mercury Comet.  Continue reading

Two Wrongs Can Make a Right

wrongsDo two wrongs really make a right? When I think of my experiences with Marriage, I think they can. Sometimes, we have omens that we should pay attention to.  Continue reading

Manifesting the Perfect Day

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Engagement–a few months before

My wedding was going to be intimate, serene, and perfect. I imagined it that way and worked thoughtfully on the details.

Few events in life have as many deep customs, subtle nuances, and crazy rituals, AND opportunities for things to go wrong–like a wedding.

My wedding day, July 7, 2000, began sunny and bright with POSSIBLE showers later in the day. We were celebrating the event at the Heidel House. It was a quaint, secluded resort on the shores of Green Lake in Wisconsin. Continue reading