Has anybody else noticed this outpouring of recipes and high-speed cooking videos of various dishes made with cauliflower? On the Tasty YouTube channel, there’s over a dozen recipes trying to dress it up. It begs the question: is this ugly white vegetable the new kale? Cauliflower cheesy bread and cauliflower pizza. Cauliflower fried rice and cauliflower buffalo wings. Mashed cauliflower and cauliflower tots. Cheesy cauliflower and cauliflower chowder. Honestly, the list has me sounding like Bubba from Forest Gump when he talks about shrimp. Don’t believe me? If you look this up on Pinterest, you’ll find yourself down a rabbit hole, about rabbit food! This is getting out of control! Before Pinterest, there was no such thing as a “gender reveal party” or 50 Shades of Cauliflower. Continue reading at Portland Moms Blog!

I got busy this week and didn’t get to my regular Monday post. But here I am! You hopefully caught Beth’s post about how love believes on Monday. I hope you all had a merry Christmas! My week has been an amazing time with family. A few weeks ago, I was at a Christmas concert at a church where my dear friends and mentors are now the music pastors. I watched as he conducted a choir and full orchestra and his wife cheered him on from the front row, singing every line. I have always been moved by their devotion to each other, and it was bearing witness to lifelong dreams being fulfilled. The song What Child is This was being performed, a friend I was sitting with leaned over and said, “Do you know what laud means?” Embarrassed, I shrugged and had to google it. I have sung this song my…

I didn’t think I was the gloating type. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy hitting my husband with an “I told ya so” when appropriate. Not exactly kind or loving, huh? Gloating is what Beth & I are looking at today. At almost 19 years of marriage, I’m guessing I’ve said it thousands of times. The worst part of it is that it changes nothing! It doesn’t turn the clock back. It doesn’t make things better. In fact, depending on the situation – it can really hurt someone’s feelings. Honestly, I don’t need to be right. I don’t have to win. What’s the prize? A ribbon that says “congratulations, you’re a jerk”? So, this is me. Trying to be better. Because love doesn’t gloat, so neither should I. Especially with the one I love most. **No Beatles cover this week. I’m just tired.**

Beth and I are continuing our look at 1 Corinthians 13. Today we’re talking about what it means to be self seeking. I’m so tired and worn out as I write this. Sunday’s have become the hardest day of my week, and thus I’ve dubbed them the new Monday. My kids gave me a run for my money and I acted like a crazy person at church. I was so wound up, I could barely speak to anyone. What’s interesting is when you pray for God to give you children for the better part of a decade, you experience tremendous guilt on days you want to rip your eyelashes out one at a time. At least, that’s how it is for me. So atop my frustrations, add guilt. It’s like the poop icing to a cake made of poop. All that to say – Motherhood is not self seeking. There’s nothing…