When You Put Away Childish Things.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, understood as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. Paul wrote this in his letter to the corinthians. Its even in the love chapter. It kinda stands out as the odd verse in the chapter. Almost off subject. But it isnt really.

  I have always been sensitive to any offence. As a child, I accumulated many hurts that festered when I was a teenager, working havoc in my relationship with my parents and siblings. I could be happy and nice, but when I was hurt, I wasn’t just a little hurt, every hurt I ever  felt, resurfaced and made me angry. I had a temper, but rather than let these things go, I held onto them and they made me bitter. I was not nice. I was very sarcastic.

This last week, I have been thinking about what it means to put away childish things.  Yeah, I know. At ten, we start putting away dolls. At eleven, we realize not all noises are lady like and your older sister asks you to tone your voice down. By fourteen, we are maturing and by eighteen, we are wiser and more socially acceptable than our gramma. We trade in the mud from fourwheeling, for hours of washing, combing, touching up those annoying zits, and conquering that last strand of hair.  All. Grown. Up.

Or not. I had great times as a child and a teenager, but I came into my 20s still hanging on to little those things.  And as always, parents get alot of the blame. Obviously. ‘Cuz they raised me, right? They should have been able to read my mind and make every transitional stage of life as flawless and as wonderful as possible. I want to say, I have had a wonderful life and have been blessed with kind, patient, and loving parents.

What changed? Did they suddenly take parenting classes  and become awesome parents? No. I have chosen to put away my childish understandings of things and now can understand. While they aren’t perfect, they are close enough. The hurts and growing pains of yesterday have shaped me into who I am today, and by choosing to let them go, they no longer hurt to think about. I can respect my parents and begin to cultivate a grown up relationship with them.

When we carry childish behaviors with us into the future, we lessen our chances of becoming a respectable adult. When we fight with our ‘friends’ and  they are no longer worthy of our friendship, we cheat ourselves out of a deeper relationship with that person. When we are easily offended, and snub others, let’s face it- we are acting childish. When we speak ill of others to feel better about ourselves, we make ourselves worse.


Cry it out, shout it out. Get it out. Some hurts need another person’s shoulders or ears, other hurts, simply let them go. Like rose petals on water, you just let. them. go. Let go of the hurt. Forgive. Embrace whoever it was that hurt you. They may not be your favorite person, but you will be able to look them in the eye again. Other people cannot take away your relationship with God, but I know from experience, my relationships with others can take away my peace with God. So for your personal benefit, treasure each person God allows in your life.

I have more childish behaviors to put away, and I know by the Grace of God in my life, he will enable, as he reveals. And hopefully, by the time I am an older lady, I can help those who are younger and struggling, because I will have by then have put away childish speaking and understanding, and with love in my heart, give sound advice, and be as wise as my eighteen year old grand-daughter,

God bless you as you grow up.

Chicken Jello!

For some reason I’m just super excited about the bone broth I made. Apparently my exuberance was a little too much for my husband- (I sorta kinda had to show him how beautiful and gelatinous it turned out. He may have rolled his eyes a little.) Anyway. Bone broth! Yaaay! I first heard about bone broth, when my doctor told me I should take it for my gut. She was like, ‘go to the butcher and ask for soup bones then cook them down to make a gelatin broth. And drink it or use it in soups. Often or daily. It will heal your gut and some of your other problems will go away when your gut is healed.’ Those are not her exact words, but that is the message I remember. Thats been a while ago, but I finally made broth. I’m not going to go into detail of all the benefits of bone broth, but I will say this. Health is in the gut. Happiness is part of a healthy gut.  (I have also learned that constipation makes people grouchy. But when I see grouchy people I don’t assume they are constipated)

My mother-in-law orders free range, hormone free chickens from Illinois. They arrive already butchered, but never frozen in nice bags with 5 birds in a bag. When I get them, I separate the pieces as I want them and vacuum seal them and they are ready to freeze. (Actually the man packaged this batch. Wyatt wanted to be in the middle of everything, so I entertained him.) After packaging and freezing 25 already butchered chickens, I had backs, necks, wing tips, and the breast cartilage from the affore mentioned birds to make broth with. I froze those until I was ready for them.

I read so many blogs about bone broth before i started. Some were informational, some were educational, and some were elememtary.  I figured its pretty hard to ruin broth, so i used bits an pieces from several blogs. I like these directions best.

I coarse chopped 2 onions, 2 celery bunches, 3 leeks and a bundle of parsley. Carrots are traditional, but I opted those out.

Some recipes called for certain amounts of water, but I wanted this to be condensed. I didn’t have a large stock pot, so I used a roaster, a kettle, and a large and a small crock pot. I filled them with chicken and veggies , salted and peppered them then put a tablespoon of vinegar and water in til they were almost covered.

I started the roaster and the small crockpot at 3 am. I turned the crockpot on low and put the roaster on the oven at 200. At 9 the next morning I started taking the meat off. I still had 3 bags of bones left, so I put some more uncooked bones into the roaster. I wish now I would have just had 2 big pots and would have just added uncooked bones to the broth. After I picked the meat off, I roasted the bones in the oven at 350. (The roaster simmered on 2 burners while I used the oven.) You don’t really want it to boil, just simmer.

The bones roasted for about an hour, then I added them back to the broth and cooked everything til you could crush the bones with your fingers. Gina and her children came to help.

Having some one to play with wyatt was nice! We used paint strainers from Lowes to strain the broth. That was Gina’s brilliant idea.

It was freezing outside so I set the broth out to cool quickly and separate. After I put wyatt to bed I took the fat off and put the gelatin in 1 cup containers and 3 cup bags to freeze.

The batch that I had put uncooked bones into broth turned out very thick and tasty! The roasted bones gave it nice color too. The rest was lighter and slipped off the spoon, it wasn’t as thick. After seeing what real chicken broth looks like, I doubt I will buy from the store again. I can add my own water to this as needed.

The difference in the two batches.

It made 25 cup of gelatin, 2 jars and the green container of fat. (I don’t know how I will use the fat yet.) And 2 containers of chicken to add to soups or make food for wyatt. I was happy with the results of my first attempt to make broth.

I really hope you will try it some time and enjoy the goodness of bone broth.

Creamy, Delumtious Chili

I am aware that delumtious will probably not be found in an english dictionary any time soon, but this soup was so delicious and scrumptious that I’m up writing about it instead of sleeping.

my first time eating white chili was when my friend made it when I was visiting her. I was in love. With chili. I had not had it before, so it took me by surprise. Hmm, white chili. Its supposed to be red. My mom used to make chili in the winter when I was growing up. She made taco soup, potato soup, chicken noodle soup, oyster soup, cheeseburger soup and Lydianne soup. (Lydianne soup was when she cleaned out the fridge and made various concoctions) If she tho’t all day about what to make for supper and came up blank, she’d get up from her thinking chair and say “I guess we’ll just have Lydianne soup.” Then she would dissapear in the kitchen and after some steaming and rattling and clinking of glasses and silverware she would tell one of us to tell everyone supper is ready. I don’t ever remember being dissapointed in my moms cooking. Not even the Lydianne soups.

If your a guest in her house for lunch on Sunday, you won’t be getting soup.


soups remind me of the comfort of my gramma and mom’s homes. Often, on long cold evenings  we’d all have a good belly warmin’ soul toastin’ time around a table of soup and whatever fixings went with that particular soup. Hopefully I’ll be able to provide the same for my children, so when they grow up and have a delicious soup, they’ll think of home and happy times and smile and be comforted.


and I’ll probly miss them at the drop of a tissue.(I only have one,but i hope to have plural some day. When i graduate from the ‘hooray for the turtle’ phase to the ‘go ask the elephant’ phase.)


So i didn’t do step by step photography on this. I’m assuming if you want to make this you will know how to chop onions and peel garlic and open a can and find some form of cooked turkey or chicken meat. I am currently on the Trim Healthy Mama lifestyle change-over or diet. So if you are on that also, you will want to use the breast meat. Also for the broth, use fat free or use chicken bouillon cubes and water. I served it with  Ezekial sprouted bread. I sprinkled just a little parmesan cheese, then broiled them til toasty. feel free to adjust the fat content as you like, omit the cheese, and cream cheese if you like.

I’ve found that the best way to make soup is to follow a certain order. First take care of the meat.grill it, saute it or somehow change it from raw to cooked. Flavor depends on the way you do it, grilling being yum and poaching being bland. Set it aside. If I’m browning beef, I just use one big pot and set the meat on a platter til i’m ready for it again. Second, saute your vegetable in the same pot. You can’t let any flavor escape by using too many bowls.Starting with the hard veggies first then adding the more tender ones gradually to avoid having too crunchy or too mushy vegetables. Fresh vegetables and herbs make a huge difference. Third step, shake in the spices and stir until the flavors blend nicely. Fourth- add the broth and creams. taste and adjust the flavors til you get it just right. Last, add the meat and let simmer til meat is warm or cooked through. That’s how I like to make soup.

Creamy White Chili

4-6 cups of turkey or chicken chunks

2-4 garlic  cloves, minced

1 medium onion, chopped

1 T olive oil

10 oz tomato & chiles

15-17 oz. white beans, cooked

14 oz. chicken broth

Chili powder, cayenne pepper,

Oregano & salt to taste bout  ¼ -½ each

3 oz of 1/3 less fat cream cheese

1 cup 0% greek yogurt.

In a soup kettle, sauté onion and garlic until tender. Add the tomatoes and chiles and seasonings. Stir together. Add beans. Add broth and cream cheese and greek yogurt and stir gently until all is meting together.  Add chicken or turkey. Taste and adjust to suit your preference- more salt? More pepper? ( It’s better to put in too little and add more later than to add to much right away.) When the flavors are blended and meat is warm through, you are ready to serve.

On the THM thingy this would be E for energizing. It’s 2 am and I’m just winding down. Thank you Gina for introducing me to white chili.

hopefully I didn’t get too captain obvious with the whole soup process 🙂

Rest on Your Laurels

I’ve been watching The Forsyte Saga. I think it falls in the ‘british drama’ category. These types of series are amazingly realistic, capturing so many small details and emotions that are missed in fast paced movies. some times they are just so sad, alot are based on ancient writings or real happenings. They tend to make me more grateful for life and what I have.

One particular incident in this episode made a big impression on me and I’ve been thinking on it ever since.

Dartie, a Forsyte in-law, is gambling and showing off for some women. He has won a big stash, looks like it was probly more than he had his entire life maybe? So what does he do? 

“What say we go the whole hog?”




Cousin George standing there knows his situation, and advises him to ‘rest on his laurels.'(spoiler alert) he goes ‘the whole hog’

and loses everything.


So I’ve been thinking about that phrase ‘rest on your laurels.’ (probably over-thinking it)  It is so easy to be careless with what we have. We often think we need more. How many times do we lose what we already have because we are constantly searching for that slight chance that ‘this next time, I’ll win it all.’  

That verse- having food and clothing, let us then be content. Too often i think this is impossible. Yet I’ve seen people live this way and very possibly have a higher quality of life. They are not bogged down with responsibility for all their possessions. 

Yeah, i’d like a bigger house, a beach vacation (every weekend) and all kinds of things. Since I’ve been thinking about it, I reallize that all my needs are met and I have it very nice. 


So people, rest on your laurels. If you have lots of things and can afford them, enjoy them.

Enjoy the small things in life, too

Enjoy the people around you. your mom. your dad. your friends. your children.

Don’t gamble your life away. THINK- this next venture may gain you mucho dinero, but what is it really gonna cost ya?

Welcome to Hooray For the Turtle

I’m Lisa. I’m the turtle. 

    ImageOnce upon a time, in the sleepy town of Juan Adrian, my sister sent me on an errand.

‘Go to Gloria’s house and see if you can borrow a cupcake tin.’

So i set off at a nice clip. Round trip should only take me about 20-30 min. Past 

the neighbors, the little colmado, a good friends gramma’s house, 

a catholic church, the cruze, the market, chuvina’s house, then finally,

Gloria’s house.

I made it in good time, it was probably 10 am. Got the cupcake tin and made a lil chit-chat with Gloria. Now- Return home.

Chuvina was on her porch. I wave and ask how she is doing. As is custom, she replies with

many details. Not been feeling well, worried about a relative in the states, taking a breather

from preparing lunch in the hot kitchen.

I move on.

Passing the market, i see a friend from further out of town, so i gotta say hey!

Hugs and greetings, small talk, move on. I see people on the street, some I know,

some I don’t. Franeiri was visiting her gramma, Pancho was working in the colmado

on the corner, Negra was sweeping the sidewalks.  

After about 2 hours of walking and talking, i made it home. I give my sister the cupcake tin and she says ‘Hooray for the turtle! She got the tin!’

that’s me. Thats how i function. So this blog is for me and those like me, who are sometimes

very unmotivated. (and others who are not so unmotivated, everyone welcome.) My goal is to encourage others to have their ‘hooray for the turtle’ moments. I’ll be posting mine. 🙂