Today is officially the last day of school. Officially. Since I go to a charter school where we only attend a brick-and-mortar school two days a week, yesterday was the last day of school. But not officially.
Ours is the only school in the surrounding area that is just now letting out. All the other schools got out several days ago, at least. I really like my school, but the beginning of June is too late to get out.
The lateness may have something to do with the fact that we started in September. That was because our building wasn't ready. Besides, I haven't done any work in two weeks. Oh well.
At least school is out for the summer and next year is high school.
05 June 2009
03 June 2009
Baking with Powder
The worst things to eat are pancakes that have baking soda substituted for baking powder. Some of my most vivid memories of food include pancakes that my brother Joseph and my sister Anna made with baking soda, and pancakes that I have made with baking soda.
The first happened when we lived in Colorado several years ago. My older brother and my younger sister decided to get up early and make pancakes for the family. It was all a big secret and the rest of the family was not allowed to set food in the kitchen until they had finished. When they were finished, the family was ushered into the dinning room, where we were presented with a plate of steaming pancakes. They looked delicious and everyone quickly piled their plate full.
As we bit into our first bite of hot pancake dripping with melted butter and syrup, we caught Joseph and Anna exchanging worried looks as they chewed their first bites. I pushed the fork into my mouth, anticipating something that was not there. I choked a little bit, then swallowed the bite. I looked at my mom and asked "What's the matter with these pancakes? They don't taste like they do when you make them."
Mom ate her first bite, then asked Joseph and Anna what they put in the pancakes. They said that they had followed the recipe except for the baking powder. They told her that we were out of baking powder so they used baking soda instead.
"Isn't it the same thing?" Joseph asked.
"No!" Mom exclaimed. "Are you sure that we don't have any baking powder? I thought I just bought some. Why don't you check the shelves and make sure we're out."
Joseph went into the kitchen, and returned with two unopened cans.
We threw the pancakes out.
I made my pancakes last summer when all of my relatives were visiting us. We had sixteen people staying in our house, and breakfast was a big event. One morning I decided to make pancakes. I mixed up the batter fast, and then started to cook them. I set the first plate full on the table as people started filtering into the dining room. I tasted a little bit of the cooked batter that had fallen off the ladle. Baking soda.
We had cereal for breakfast that day.
The first happened when we lived in Colorado several years ago. My older brother and my younger sister decided to get up early and make pancakes for the family. It was all a big secret and the rest of the family was not allowed to set food in the kitchen until they had finished. When they were finished, the family was ushered into the dinning room, where we were presented with a plate of steaming pancakes. They looked delicious and everyone quickly piled their plate full.
As we bit into our first bite of hot pancake dripping with melted butter and syrup, we caught Joseph and Anna exchanging worried looks as they chewed their first bites. I pushed the fork into my mouth, anticipating something that was not there. I choked a little bit, then swallowed the bite. I looked at my mom and asked "What's the matter with these pancakes? They don't taste like they do when you make them."
Mom ate her first bite, then asked Joseph and Anna what they put in the pancakes. They said that they had followed the recipe except for the baking powder. They told her that we were out of baking powder so they used baking soda instead.
"Isn't it the same thing?" Joseph asked.
"No!" Mom exclaimed. "Are you sure that we don't have any baking powder? I thought I just bought some. Why don't you check the shelves and make sure we're out."
Joseph went into the kitchen, and returned with two unopened cans.
We threw the pancakes out.
I made my pancakes last summer when all of my relatives were visiting us. We had sixteen people staying in our house, and breakfast was a big event. One morning I decided to make pancakes. I mixed up the batter fast, and then started to cook them. I set the first plate full on the table as people started filtering into the dining room. I tasted a little bit of the cooked batter that had fallen off the ladle. Baking soda.
We had cereal for breakfast that day.
The Cross
I love this picture.It's a huge cross by the side of the road that we pass every time we go to Colorado. Every time we pass it we try to be the first person to spot it. I think that it is some sort of memorial, but I'm not for sure.
02 June 2009
"The Motions”
While my family was in Louisville we went to some old friends’ church. Their worship leader played a song by Matthew West, called “The Motions.”
I really loved it and have been singing it in my head for the past few days.
The chorus of the song goes like this:
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything?
Instead of going through the motions
It makes me think about how that applies in my own life. How am I “going through the motions”? How am I putting on a show and covering up how I really feel? How am I just doing the Christian thing and not really putting God first in my life?
Thinking about this song, I realized that most, if not all, people have ways that they are “going through the motions” and not being real in their relationships. I don't want to be that person who is totally fake about their whole life and are just going through the motions of everything in their life.
I really loved it and have been singing it in my head for the past few days.
The chorus of the song goes like this:
I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything?
Instead of going through the motions
It makes me think about how that applies in my own life. How am I “going through the motions”? How am I putting on a show and covering up how I really feel? How am I just doing the Christian thing and not really putting God first in my life?
Thinking about this song, I realized that most, if not all, people have ways that they are “going through the motions” and not being real in their relationships. I don't want to be that person who is totally fake about their whole life and are just going through the motions of everything in their life.
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