Archive for February, 2010

February 15th, 2010

A King of a Cake

by LanaJoy

A few years ago when I was teaching preschool, on what just happened to be Fat Tuesday, one of my coworkers said, “Hey Community Bakery donated a king cake to us, you should try some.”   I didn’t really pay a whole lot of attention at the time because I had tasted king cake before and wasn’t impressed.  Of course I had never had it from Community Bakery and at the time I didn’t know what I was missing.

For those of you that don’t know what a king cake is, it’s a cake that is used to celebrate various celebrations around the world, most specifically the festival of the Epiphany in Europe, and in the US it’s used to celebrate Mardi Gras.  Traditionally it is a ring cake that is colored in the traditional Mardi Gras colors of yellow, green and purple.  It also has a little baby baked inside and the person who finds the baby gets the honor of providing the king cake for next year’s party.  Depending on where you get your cake, it can be more like a brioche bread covered in a frosting, or a puff pastry stuffed with nuts.

Before I had tasted the one from Community Bakery in Little Rock, the ones I had eaten were more like a bread, somewhat dry, and had a thick layer of frosting on it.  Anybody that knows me knows that I have an aversion to bakery icing because I tend to find it somewhat bitter, and so my experience with those king cakes was not what I would call a good one.  However, my mind was forever changed about king cake with the one from Community Bakery.   Theirs is a delicious cinnamon and cream cheesy pastry that is so fluffy and delicious I could eat the whole thing.  Then as if the cake itself wasn’t good enough they frost it with a thin and not overpowering icing, and top it off with crunchy colored sugar.  I got this picture snapped very quickly before my accomplice dove into it face first.

there it is in it's delicious glory

there it is in it's delicious glory

I have never been so happy to have to get food for research for this blog!  Also, in addition to perfect pastries, Community Bakery also makes all sorts of goodies, and has a cafe and coffee shop.  While I was in there picking up this cake the place was full of patrons enjoying the baked goods and atmosphere at their downtown location.  Their website is very good and can tell you everything you need to know about their services.  Being that Dena is the photographer and not me, I will direct you to their site so you can see for yourself how cool their shops are.   I hope that you and yours have a fantastic Fat Tuesday!

February 14th, 2010

Love Is…

by Dena

Love is...

Love is...

Love is patient; love is kind

and envies no one.

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Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offense.

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There is nothing love cannot face;
there is no limit to its faith,

its hope, and endurance.

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In a word, there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love.     1 Corinthians 13

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Today there is no recipe or beautifully decorated holilday treasure. Just the timely reminder to enjoy what is truly important in life. Have fun together, even if it is messy.


February 12th, 2010

Born In My Heart—a Valentine for my Daughter

by Dena

Imagine if we knew when a life changing event was about to be set in motion.  How would we react when one of those simple things that sets the proverbial snowball rolling in our lives?  I hope I would react better than I did a few years ago.  I had no idea that this woman’s simple request would not only tug at our hearts, it would add to our family.

It was one summer day that I got a call from one of my fellow church members, Bobbie,  asking us to stop on our way and pick up kids for our Vacation Bible School who lived close by us.  Her van was full to the brim with children and there were a few more kids wanting to come.  I agreed to pick them up.  How hard could it  be? As usual, I had waited til the last minute to get ready to go and we had to rush to stop by.  Since I teach at an elementary school I knew the kids.  One little girl in particular stood out.  It was a little girl of about 6 with dark hair and eyes.  She was smiling and sweet and very talkative.

I knew her story, that she had been in foster care for several years now, and that she would probably end up for adoption at some point.  Before the night was over, she leaned forward from the back seat and asked, “Have you ever considered adoption?  I’m sure you would make great parents”  My husband was speechless, as was I, and let me tell you, me being speechless is a rare occurrence.

Because our story is long, the cliff notes version is this:

We didn’t act then, but less than a year later we stopped planning our empty nest began the process to adopt that little girl.  Nine months into we were told it was too late and she had been placed. I knew that my husband had his heart set on having a daughter, already having three boys, and that surely there would be one for us.  He was staunch in his refusal to even discuss any child but her, which  was infuriating at the time.

Almost a week after our devastating news, we were called that we could adopt that little dark haired girl.

We have come a long way from that first car ride.


Our church, our family, and our community rallied around us and helped us as we wrote a new chapter for our family. It seems like forever ago and had I known then when were asked to pick up a child, it would be forever.  I will never forget Bobbie and the way she helped us find our daughter, and our daughter find us.

I used think the line from the poem about adoption that says ‘you were born in my heart’ was a little much. Then we adopted and I now see these years later that it it is true.  Our daughter was born in our hearts that very day.  I hope Bobbie always knows what a special place she has in my heart. (along with someone else)


February 12th, 2010

Giving your heart: Work

by Dena

Somehow, Joy and I both have entered professions dealing with children.   I have taught special education in the same small town for many years, and Joy works at a children’s psychiatric facility.

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At some point in college, I was told never to say “I love kids,” as a reason for wanting to teach.  Apparently interviewers hate that because it’s considered corny and trite.  I can’t imagine another or better reason for wanting to work with kids, because if you don’t have any love for kids, it will get old quickly.   Joy claims to hate children, but we all know that deep down under her hard candy shell she loves them, otherwise she wouldn’t work as hard as she does for them.

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Do we love it everyday? Heavens no.  Sometimes I want to gnaw my arm off just to distract myself from what is really going on in front of me.   Joy just drinks a lot.  Kidding!!!!!  She doesn’t, but the stress of caring for kids will surely make you think about it.  But for all the times we are both so stressed we literally cry, there are other times that make what we do worth it.

I will never forget hearing the voices of 500+ children recite the pledge of allegiance and sing my country tis of thee on 9/11/01 while tears rolled down the faces of their teachers.  Joy has been known to spend a holiday or two with her clients just so they can have some interaction while they have to be away from their family.

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The excitement in a child’s eyes when a holiday is approaching is priceless.  It doesn’t really matter what the meaning is behind the holiday, the parties, candies, and arts and crafts they get to make get them in the spirit of whatever season is going on at the time.  The art projects that parents keep and store for years are some of the most fun to prepare.  Our mother still has some of the arts and crafts we made what seems like a million years ago, and I couldn’t resist snapping some pictures of art in progress at my school from this week.

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Since Valentine’s Day is all about love, I wanted to share a little something that I am passionate about with the hopes that you too love what you do as much as we do.  Happy Valentine’s Day!

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February 10th, 2010

Wordless Wednesday: One Year of Weston

by Dena
One Amazing Year

One Amazing Year

Fresh

Baby Feet

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This little guy is our great-nephew. I know, we neither one are old enough.

February 9th, 2010

Like Sands Through the Hourglass………….

by Dena

Times have changed since I was young. (not all that long ago) We didn’t have cable and after my morning of Captain Kangaroo and Mayor Chuckles, I would kick back and watch Days of Our Lives with Mom.  As long as I can remember these shows and characters were in my living room, capturing my complete attention for at least an hour.   No Baby Einstien for me! I was teething on how Doug had become a widow, left raise little Hope with his dead wife’s sister who he married pretty much as soon as his wife was in the casket.

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Me and the parents.

I also watched as Grandma Horton made doughnuts and tea to hash out any horrific tragedy or amnesia that was present at that time.  Your husband left you for his business partner that he thought was his sister for 5 years??  Have a doughnut.  You’re possessed by the devil??  Have a doughnut.  You got buried alive?  You got kidnapped and taken to a secluded island and left in a birdcage for months only to be rescued during sweeps??  Have a doughnut.

So, gone are the days of kids standing in a playpen, drinking Coke from a bottle, and watching Days of Our Lives.  And not only are those days gone, but the wonderful woman who played Grandma Alice Horton is now gone as well.  Frances Reid lived to be 95, and for at least 35 of those years she lived, she was like my TV grandma that I got to see every day.  She was exactly the kind of sweet little old lady everybody wanted to have as a grandmotherly figure.

However, one thing I must complain about is the fact that she was always making doughnuts.  Have you ever made doughnuts from scratch?  They are complicated, time consuming, messy, and hard to make if you don’t have a fancy mixer and such.  But, as luck would have it, I just so happen to have a super easy doughnut recipe that is basically cheating on every level.  All you need is a can of biscuits (not the layered kind), and some sugar.  Get your oil in the pan, basically the same depth as if you were going to fry chicken, or if you use one of those little frying machines, just use whatever you would normally use.  Be  advised to use clean oil, you don’t want your doughnuts tasting faintly of chicken.  Open your biscuits, and use either a very small round pastry cutter, or do what our mother does and use a cap from a soda bottle, and cut little circles out of each biscuit.  Fry the biscuits making sure to turn them and get them nice and brown on both sides.  (you can fry the little holes too)  When they are done remove them to a paper towel to drain a little bit, and then while they are still warm dip each side in sugar.  Serve warm.  They aren’t exactly what you get at a real doughnut shop and they may not be what Grandma Horton served, but we always loved them and they made us feel better when we got kidnapped or found out that we weren’t married to our actual husband, but rather his evil twin.