Lunch hour walks in the snow. This is my daily retreat where prayers, ruminations, and chews punctuate my strides. The chews referring to my lunch, of course.
One day my legs may not carry me as far or as swiftly. I am thankful to be a witness of the snow while it is here, and while I still walk.
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This is my quintessential weekend breakfast. It is my take on a hash brown. The only thing in common it has with a hash brown is the brown, actually.
This, lo, is the oat fritter, the de facto “Dad’s special recipe” my children will one day describe to their friends.
I sure hope they like it.