Last evening, following a lovely dinner with friends, gluwein, and winsome debate about the one-year versus three-year lectionary {coughoneyearcough}, our hosts pulled out several sheets of paper and explained the game that was to follow, a Telephone-style game of Pictionary. {Disclaimer: The only game I stand a chance of winning is Bunko because, well, it’s complete chance.} The game goes like this: Each person gets … Continue reading Mariah’s trolls
I am not one for nuts. I don’t like walnuts. I don’t like pecans. Pine nuts. Chestnuts. Macademia nuts. Let’s save ourselves the time and sum it up this way: I don’t like things that taste and smell like tree bark. Not that I’ve tasted tree bark. I’ve just noticed . . . similarities. But in the spirit of goodwill toward men, Advent, rose-colored penitence, … Continue reading rock the oat
A few years ago in a land far, far away (Iowa), the Dorr family started creating Cracker Barrel-esque breakfasts on Christmas Day. We’re sort of addicted to Cracker Barrel. It might be a bit of a habit. A very, very delicious habit. So, don’t let our Iowa farm-style façade fool you. We’re really just wannabe Southerners in disguise. Last year, we gorged ourselves on all … Continue reading CB
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