Hospitality Blog Posts
“When Jesus reached the spot, He looked up and said to him, ‘Zachaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.’ So he came down and welcomed him gladly!”
What spices evoke the aromas of fall for you? Are they the warm spices cinnamon and nutmeg? What fruit screams “eat me” just before the leaves start changing colors? Could it be an apple? Are you hungry now?
It seems like Chex Party Mix has been around forever but annually celebrates a resurgency every fall around football tailgating gatherings and family holiday times.
It’s Baylor Homecoming Weekend so let’s celebrate hospitality!
“Come on in. Rest a Spell. Have a drink. Eat a bite.” I want those edicts to permeate all the rooms in my home whether they are inside or outside rooms!
Summer is winding down. The grandchildren are over and it’s too hot to turn the oven on and bake anything. What do I do?
Maybe baking cakes is part of my redemption journey, simply giving people the opportunity, ever so briefly, to allow their faces to light up and to live for just one more nice thing, like a piece of cake!
You know the expression, “stop and smell the roses?” I don’t tend roses anymore, except for the hardy stress-free climbers. Hybrid tea roses are too persnickety to feel at home in my wild and crazy chemical free garden. I’m waiting for botanists to create disease resistant roses that still retain their spicy sweet fragrance. Nevertheless, in the meantime, I have plenty of other flowers that show off just fine their mingled perfumes.
Back in April, after our first warmup, my youngest grandchild asked my husband, “Paw Paw, is it summer enough to make your ice cream? I think I can do it all by myself this year. You know I’m 9 now!”
Spring cleaning is all the rage this month. We’re tired of winter clutter and ready for spring freshness. A purge revolution is currently sweeping our country. Who would’ve thought that a “cleaning out stuff” book would be a best seller?
February is the month for baking extra special Valentine’s desserts. My mom used to quip that the quickest way to a person’s heart is through his/her stomach. This saying isn’t romantic or poetic, but Oh so true! My mom was exemplary in her gift of hospitality. We never knew who was going to be at our table for mealtime. Drop-ins were not unusual, but the norm. One particular dish she was known for was her apple pie; so much so that I cross stitched a pillow for her commemorating and lauding her celebrity chef status as the best apple pie baker!