Sunday, November 18, 2012
The Nicest Weekend And My Mom's Apple Crisp
All is not right with the world. But isn't it grand when a day or two comes along where we feel like it is?
We need those days! And this weekend has blessedly been that way.
Yesterday we woke up to sunshine and cool breezes. Grandpa is in town so I put his favorite hazelnut coffee on and some blueberry muffins in the oven. The fresh air rushed through our open windows as the fragrance of morning wafted through the house.
Before breakfast was over I had already put a batch of chili in the crockpot for later. Jimmy and his dad took the kids out for some fun and activity while I enjoyed a few moments of quiet at the computer, a good workout, and a hot shower. Fall is still abundant in our home with Thanksgiving front and center, but I allowed myself to listen to some beautiful, mostly instrumental Christmas music as I got dressed and started peeling fruit for some homemade apple crisp. The sights and sounds and smells were calming and all was bright and beautiful.
My heart felt immensely grateful.
Each day is a gift from God; days like these are exquisitely generous.
My Mom's Apple Crisp
4 C sliced apples
1/4 C hot water
1/2 C butter
1/2 C flour
1/2 C sugar
Arrange apples in buttered dish.
Pour hot water over apples.
Cream butter - add flour and sugar and blend to form crumbs.
Sprinkle over apples.
Bake in preheated 400 degree oven for 40-45 minutes or
until apples are tender and crust is golden brown.
The rest of the day was family and slow pace and more good tastes and sights and sounds as palm trees danced and the Florida breezes blew through the screens. Today was a sweet time of praise and thanksgiving at church and more relaxed time with family. In the message this morning my dad used this scripture that he dedicated to Madison when she was born. My heart can echo these words.
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!
His faithful love endures forever.
This was the nicest weekend.