Three of my favorite ingredients all in one delicious bar????
It must be a tasty dream come true.
Check out these Pecan, Coconut and Lemon Bars:
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| image via Technicolor Kitchen |
Yes, please! Click HERE for the recipe.
4.19.2011
4.13.2011
A Sensitive Soul
Last night when I picked up Jakob from Cub Scouts, he told me that while cleaning up trash around the church/parking lot they found a "hobo's home."
Now, I don't know about you, but I personally haven't heard the word "hobo" in a while. So I asked him, "Do you know what 'hobo' means?"
He said, "It's another name for a homeless person. And mom, there was only 1 jar of peanut butter there!"
So I asked him how that made him feel, to see that little area where a homeless person was living, and to see that all they had to eat was peanut butter.
His response was nothing short of what I have always seen from Jakob. Choked up with tears in his eyes he said, "It made me really sad to think about someone suffering and alone with no food to eat."
So of course (even when not pregnant I am an easy crier) I start to tear up as well, because it saddens me to my core to think of those who are alone and homeless...but also because it made my heart swell to see such a sweet, sensitive side of my son. Every time he shows that to me, it makes me so proud to be his mom. He truly has a heart of pure gold.
We continued talking about how seeing something like that should remind us to be really grateful for all of our blessings...a warm home and food to eat and a family who loves us.
Then he asked me if we could be the hobo's "secret friends" and bring some kind of food or blankets or something each Sunday and leave it there for them. I told him that we could definitely do that, and that I think that would make that person very happy.
Moments like that give me a glimpse of what kind of man my son will grow up to be. What kind of husband and father he will be.
And it makes me unspeakably happy.
Now, I don't know about you, but I personally haven't heard the word "hobo" in a while. So I asked him, "Do you know what 'hobo' means?"
He said, "It's another name for a homeless person. And mom, there was only 1 jar of peanut butter there!"
So I asked him how that made him feel, to see that little area where a homeless person was living, and to see that all they had to eat was peanut butter.
His response was nothing short of what I have always seen from Jakob. Choked up with tears in his eyes he said, "It made me really sad to think about someone suffering and alone with no food to eat."
So of course (even when not pregnant I am an easy crier) I start to tear up as well, because it saddens me to my core to think of those who are alone and homeless...but also because it made my heart swell to see such a sweet, sensitive side of my son. Every time he shows that to me, it makes me so proud to be his mom. He truly has a heart of pure gold.
We continued talking about how seeing something like that should remind us to be really grateful for all of our blessings...a warm home and food to eat and a family who loves us.
Then he asked me if we could be the hobo's "secret friends" and bring some kind of food or blankets or something each Sunday and leave it there for them. I told him that we could definitely do that, and that I think that would make that person very happy.
Moments like that give me a glimpse of what kind of man my son will grow up to be. What kind of husband and father he will be.
And it makes me unspeakably happy.
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