it was a quiet weekend full of firsts.
first purchase of new speakers. ever. i’ve never had to buy them. i’m not one to part with old electronics. i still have my first real stereo. okay, it really should be called a “boombox” as it was probably labeled that in the store 16 years ago.
first pages of new books:
The Reason for God by Timothy Keller
Because doubt and belief are each on the rise, our political and public discourse on matters of faith and morality has become deadlocked and deeply divided. The culture wars are taking a toll. Emotions and rhetoric are intense, even hysterical. Those who believe in God and Christianity are out to “impose their beliefs on the rest of us” and “turn back the clock” to a less enlightened time. Those who don’t believe are “enemies of truth” and “purveyors of relativism and permissiveness.” We don’t reason with the other side; we only denounce. p xv
Peace Like a River by Leif Enger
Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it’s been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week – a miracle, people say, as if they’ve been educated from greeting cards. I’m sorry, but nope. Such things are worth our notice every day of the week, but to call them miracles evaporates the strength of the word. p 3
i’m reading enger’s book for a book discussion on jenni’s book blog, and books for calvin. the first chapters have been great and i smiled when i read the above paragraph because not 5 minutes earlier i was holding asher and thinking the same thought. though my thought didn’t include the witty part about the greeting cards.
first sentence by elisha. to preface, this is not and never will be a blog about the detailed happenings of my children. especially anything having to do with their, ahem, bowels. but i can’t help that this was his first sentence, and omar was sitting with me as witness. elisha walks up to asher, puts his hand on asher’s diaper and says, “asher has poo.” my dad was just impressed it had a direct object.
first nibble. asher tasted a sweet potato.
first purchase of a book on knitting. remember this? well, that little piggy is being disemboweled as we speak by a little one year old. i think we need to call him an “unstuffed” pig now. so i’m jumping into the land of knitted farm animals. i will be testing my new found knitting skills.
first time with a new recipe. and it was an easy and tasty one, too. manchego stuffed pears with prosciutto. delicious. i didn’t have any little pears so i opted for pear slices. still delicious and so easy. here is the recipe. try them. and don’t buy the packaged prosciutto – too pricey. just go to the deli counter and ask for four really thin slices. you’ll be good to go.
manchego-stuffed pears with prosciutto adapted from cottage living 11/2007
1 bartlett pear cut into 8 slices
manchego cheese, enough for eight 1-inch cubes
4 slices prosciutto (cutting each piece lengthwise into 2 strips)
1. preheat oven to 350. brush cut sides of pears with olive oil and place on baking sheet, skin side down. bake for 5 to 7 minutes or until tender but not overly soft. remove from oven and cool slightly.
2. place a cube of cheese on top of each slice of pear and wrap with a strip of prosciutto. return to baking sheet, keeping seam under pear.
3. bake at 350 for 8 to 10 minutes or until cheese begins to melt. serve warm.
a good monday to you.