December is upon us! With the calendar filling up, and “To Do” lists getting longer instead of shorter each day, I have decided to be extra intentional about enjoying this holiday season. So, the posts that follow this month will be filled with a “few of my favorite things!”
Such as . . . a frosty December morning in Colorado where blue skies are unmatched. I would love to know — what are some of YOUR favorite things this time of year where you are?
While I was the “parent helper” in my daughter’s class a few weeks ago, her teacher Brenda read a story based on a Russian folktale called The Giant Carrot by Jan Peck. Continue reading
This is the story of how I learned to love brussel sprouts. A little background: I was not made to “eat my brussel sprouts” while growing up. And I was grateful. Then a few years ago, we were invited to dinner (by those who shall forever remain anonymous) and brussel sprouts were served. I had never eaten anything more disgusting in my entire life. WHY ON EARTH anyone would serve such vile food to guests?
But it’s like there’s been a brussel sprout “movement” in the last couple of years. I saw them on menus in swank restaurants, they are featured in recipes, and I became perplexed. If they were so awful, then why was everyone eating them? Maybe I had just never tried good ones.
