Today was the last Sunday of this special time. I've picked up three supply dates for the next three weeks, then the baby comes, and by the time I'm off paternity leave, school will be in session and we'll be worshipping on Sundays again. So, this was a day for celebrating with good food, including:
Burgies' Espresso Blend coffee
Blueberry Pancakes made from scratch
Scrambled eggs (with green peppers & sharp cheddar cheese in mine)
Cran-apple juice
and, of course, bacon (everybody sing the bacon song!
"dead piggy, dead dead piggy dead piggy...")
All of this was accompanied by the wonderful sounds of Great Hymns of Faith, the beautiful compliation CD from the St. Olaf College Choir from Northfield, MN. Seriously, if you're a person from a hymn-singing faith tradition, you should own this CD (even if you're not, you should still own it). You can order it here.
One of our favorites is the classic F. Melius Christiansen arrangement of Beautiful Savior. As usual, youtube's embedding line is crap, so here's the direct link. The recording starts very softly, so crank up your volume and enjoy. A blessed Sunday, friends.
Ok--for future breakfasts together, if you start talking/singing about where the food actually comes from, Britt doesn't do well! :) And I read The Red Tent a couple of years ago. Interesting book, liked the perspective a lot!
ReplyDeleteSorry - it's from when we were at camp and we couldn't stand the f--ing pigs; they kept escaping their pen and, as you might know, pigs are REALLY hard to get back in once they're out. Thus, the dead piggy song.
ReplyDeleteI promise, if you ever eat bacon at our house, you won't hear me sing. ;-)
prayers for you & kristin & the big sister, for the little one on the way... what a beautiful time of anticipation! although perhaps kristin is more than ready for it to be done? prayers anyhoo...
ReplyDeleteuhm dead piggy song? eeew
My fater-in-law used to raise pigs and we would have one butchered every year. When we had pork for dinner the kids would ask what the meat was and I would respond, "Papa's dead pig." Friends and neighbors never reallyunderstood the humor in that when we had ribs on the bbq.
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