Simple Meals + Honest Book Reviews + Practical Living
This is one of those really flavorful meals that comes together very, very quickly with a handful of simple, fresh ingredients. I almost always have these ingredients on hand, I bet you do too, and tend to reserve for a weeknight that has gone off the rails. Like tonight, for example, with the sudden on-set of our 14 month olds HFMD. She’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine. It’s fine. [insert dog + house on fire meme]
It’s hard to say Chayei Sarah without enunciating it like our three-year old: Chay-YEY. When you answer him in a way that satisfies him, or he sees something he likes. Yey! You just have to be there, I guess.
Bananas are just one of those foods that if it’s not consumed within X days, it’s a lost cause, and unfortunately for me, the smell of overripe bananas makes me gag. However, super overripe bananas happen to make excellent muffins. So here’s a relatively quick and easy recipe for when you find yourself staring at a bunch of bananas with more brown than yellow, as I was this morning.
Today we’re talking about a book that I return to again and again and again: The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry by John Mark Comer.
This book has been like a gentle whisper to my soul, especially during seasons when life feels loud, busy, and overwhelming. I first read it years ago after a recommendation from my friend Amanda, and I truly think it’s one of the best book suggestions I’ve ever received.
Before we jump into the parsha, I wanted to dedicate this week to my grandmother, “Bad Haas,” who passed away after suffering from dementia and aggressive lung cancer, on the morning of November 3rd. She was eight-five years old, and left behind two daughters, seven grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren (and counting). She was one tough cookie, who loved her grandchildren fiercely. All seven grandchildren gathered together from all across the country, with many children in tow, to bury her next to our grandfather. The week was nothing short of a whirlwind between the funeral, sitting shiva, and so much laughter thrown into all the grief and heartache. I’ve been thinking about this weeks parsha, and how it’s just so fitting with what we’re currently living. We love you Haasa.
