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August 2013

sweet and simple paleo snack.

the peaches were divine for a couple weeks. and they were reasonably priced. and then the husband went hunting with Papa Dale in georgia, and they brought back a case (yes!) of fresh, for real ripe from the tree peaches from this beautiful “little” place that they were privileged to tour called Lane Southern Orchards.  it was peaches for breakfast, snack, and dessert. we were eating peaches in crisp and peaches with yogurt and peaches baked and topped with a dollop of ice cream (whoops! never did make that recipe!)


but i think this was my favorite.  sweet.  simple.  perfection.



fresh peaches with raw salted caramel sauce.  this was my afternoon snack, but it’d be perfect for breakfast, maybe with greek yogurt or nuts?



the raw caramel sauce was a snap to make in my mini food processor.


Raw Caramel Sauce


1/2 cup pitted medjool dates (soak in 1 tablespoon warm water for 5 minutes if desired)

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon vanilla or caramel flavoring (opt: use ground vanilla bean)


just give it a whirl and drizzle over the peaches.  enjoy!!!


for always.

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sometimes things get out of order.

the not-exactly-vital somehow seems life-necessary, and the only “thing” that matters seems mundane.  deceptively, deadlines and external gratification become front-burner and real relationship gets lost.


and then sometimes, you do hard things.  you say “no” to not-forever-important,

and you say “yes” to the people.  and the laughter.  and the quiet conversations.


dinner becomes about “always” and about the heart of the partakers.



sure, it’s great recipes and steak-in-the-teeth and use-your-napkin and be-kind-to-your-sister.  and it’s really about moments that are for always.



first things first.

over the last year i’ve noticed that the more i fail to put “first things, first,” the less actually gets done. it goes something like this:

stay up late trying to “get stuff done.” get hungry so late, eat something yummy that’s terrible for the body. go to bed exhausted. sleep fitfully.

wake.  roll out of bed, sore and tired from the night before.

stumble into family devos, then off to the office to work more.

get distracted, hungry and tired, and eat something non-nutritious that may, if i’m lucky, feel good for the moment.  but not fill me for the day.

roll through the day in a blur, trying to “get it all done.”

break for dinner with the fam, and begin again.



there are moments of sweetness…



we’ve gone from full-place-settings, cloth linens, to paper-plates-and-grab-it-fast.


on a good night, there is laughter and good food.  on an average night, it’s scramble-and-gobble before or after a sporting event, or between editing photo galleries.


and i’m not “full.”  i’m running after satisfaction, but i’ve got it out of order.

i’m trying to make “it” all happen myself.  work hard.  get more clients.  edit, edit, edit.

work, work, work.


but the sweetnesses are less and less, and the inspiration, creativity and passion begin taking a backseat to productivity.  the sparks of joy never burst into flame because they must be tamed to

get stuff done.


and the irony?  i’m never “done.”  always running, never arriving.


the joy is in the journey, right?  i’ve forgotten!  the satisfaction is in knowing i’m celebrating as i run, listening for the voice of the Papa who made me to guide me, to remind me what the dance is all about.


i’m headed back to satisfaction in the One who can satisfy.


i’m starting with boundaries – no more settling for artificial foods, artificial fun… i’m going back to cooking what we know will nourish our bodies and our palates.  less burning the midnight oil, and more rising before the crew and spending time with my Papa, entering my day refreshed and ready.  for His agenda.  🙂


just keepin’ it real.  🙂


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