God is good!

By Lisa Baker 

Hi everyone,

Yes God is so very good isn’t He. Let me explain…

 

With everything that has happened in the last few months there are still blessings to be had. Mom has passed and I have had some tough days almost immediately. About a week later was her birthday and then Mother’s Day. It’s been a hard few months. My son and his wife are expecting and their due date was May 19th.  My daughter in law started having high blood pressure, so they admitted her to keep a close watch on her. They decided to induce.  Their sweet baby boy was born in the very early hours of Mother’s Day.  What a blessing.  

No way can you top Mother’s Day with anything else.  Meet my handsome and very precious grandson, Baylor.  I’m so in love! God took a holiday that would have been very tearful and gave us a brand new reason to celebrate and give thanks! In other areas, dad yet again has been sent to the ER.  He was very aggressive, kicking and punching a few residents.  The ER basically just let him sleep and did not run any tests. They sent him back to his facility.  The nurse was going to try to get him to give her a urine specimen so it could be tested for a UTI.

 

We are still having our own ups and downs dealing with the loss of Mom.  Some days are great.  Others not so much.  I’ve had a few dreams with her in them.  I have recently gotten her life insurance in and have paid her bill at the funeral home.  I have also gone to Probate court to handle her affairs and file her will.

 

Sometimes I will get ticked off easily over little things it seems.  Thank God for my amazing husband, Carl.  Somehow he knows just what to say or do to help me out.  He is a true blessing. Then my sweet new grandbaby, Baylor, makes all seem right with the world. 

So now our next step will be to pick out and pay for a headstone to mark Mom’s grave. One that will have both Mom and Dad’s name on it so later all we will have to do is get dad’s date of death engraved on it. I will let you know how that goes at a later date.

 

So until next time, make memories!

 

Answered Prayers

By Rhonda Woods

 

 

Hello Everyone,

 

Mother’s Day is a special day to celebrate mothers of all kinds, as in everyone who has a part in raising someone. I mentioned this on Mother’s Day as I welcomed the members and guests of our church prior to our announcements. On that day, I was recognized by each of my children and grandchildren with phone calls, messages and sweet cards.  My grandson touched my heart with his message wishing me, his “Nana Mama”, a happy day.  In the afternoon, my siblings and I met to celebrate my mother with dessert and gifts.  I made one of her favorites, Coconut Custard Pie.  She opened her gifts, and enjoyed the desserts and visits from all of us.  Each visit is special,  as mentioned in an earlier post, due to her illness.  Before leaving, I told her I would be keeping all four of “the girls” the following weekend and would bring them to visit.  I had all four car seats buckled in and loaded with the precious cargo.  She was so excited to see all of them at one time!  My sister and I were able to snap some very memorable pictures of her with all four and individually.

With this school year ending soon, I feel 100% sure that God has answered my prayers for His plans for my life.  New adventures await, grandchildren and being able to spend time with my mother.  A new chapter with a few pages in place for instructions.  Lead me, my Father.  I find myself trying to pack up 18 years of “stuff” and trying to figure out where I will put it when I bring it home.  Garage sale?   Teaching Culinary Arts has been an opportunity for me to continue to learn about food, service, cooking and baking techniques.  Most importantly, I learned as a teacher that student’s lives can be touched and guided by a respectable mentor, and just how much many of them have touched my life. I could not have asked to work with a better group of co-workers! I wish all my students and school family the very best!

 

May God bless you and your family as He continues to bless ours,

 

Chef Woods

 

I Did It!

By Tina Michelle Cameron

I did it! I did it! After 2 ½ years of taking classes as prerequisites and being accepted into the RN to BSN Mobility Distance Learning Program at The University of Alabama last May—I am now able to say I am an alumna! Class of 2019!

My graduation day was May 3^rd, 2019 at Coleman Coliseum in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I had worked so hard to get to that point I wanted to experience all I could as a Senior. I had Senior pictures on campus made, I decorated my graduation cap which got numerous comments on how pretty it was. It was a wonderful weekend. I have dreamed of earning this degree for so long. I have been a nurse for 28 years and once my boys were grown, it was time for me to finish what had been on my bucket list since I was 18. So, 32 years later, my dream of having a four-year degree came true.

I attended the class ring ceremony with my mom on April 4^th. I absolutely love my ring and what it represents. I wear it every day. The next weekend, I drove back to Tuscaloosa and had Senior pictures made and attended the annual Spring football game—it is called A-day. That morning, I also attended a breakfast where Coach Nick Saban was a speaker. It was amazing.

  I am blessed that my 2 adult sons and my parents were able to attend the graduation ceremony in Tuscaloosa. I went to the Presidents Mansion reception, which was nice, followed by a separate reception for the Distance Learning students. The graduation ceremony was after that and I must admit that I was nervous walking in alone to check-in and line up with the several thousand much younger graduates. I was thrilled to get to spend 90 minutes in the football teams indoor practice field. I stood on the 50-yard line and took a selfie.

Walking in to the coliseum I became excited and tearful all at once. I finally was able to locate my family in the stands. I prayed that I did not trip and fall walking across the stage and that my pictures they took earlier would come out well. When I picked up my card for lineup it said I was graduating Magna cum laude—I had no clue. I was given a sash to wear. I did not text my family to tell them, I wanted them to be surprised. I knew I good grades, but Distance Learning students are not recognized for the Dean’s List, etc. So, I had assumed they would not recognize all my hard work at graduation, but I was wrong! This was one of the best days of my life and having my children and parents there made it better. I even wore my son’s graduation cap he wore 4 years ago when he graduated from Bama. He even gave me a note before the ceremony that he wrote me, and his note was still in his cap that I wrote him the day he graduated.

I have enclosed pictures of my day. We had a great weekend and I am so proud to have this degree. My new id badge will read Tina Cameron, BSN, RN, OCN. I cannot wait to have it changed once I go back to work from vacation. I also have been accepted into the MSN program at The University of Alabama for Fall 2019, so I cannot wait to start grad school and in 2 years have my master’s degree.

            I would like to thank all my family and my friends who have supported me the past 3 ½ years. You will never know how special each of you are to me and how much I appreciate each of you.

 

 

Destination Unknown

By Marianna Boyce

For Memorial Day, a moment to acknowledge the men and women who died while serving in our military for the United States of America is definitely in order. Our fallen soldiers secured freedoms we enjoy today by making the ultimate sacrifice for our country. I’m forever grateful for their selfless acts of valor.

For many people, Memorial Day also serves as the unofficial start of summer. I am not what you’d consider a world traveler, so when it comes to vacations, my preference is sticking close to home.

As you’re reading this post, I’m heading back from Folly Beach in Charleston, South Carolina. I love the more mature vibe Folly has to offer, and it’s only 125 miles away. Gerry loves playing his guitar on the beach or poolside while I relax in the chair next to him. The bright sound of that Martin guitar is incredibly soothing while listening to the ocean waves rolling onto shore. It’s absolutely divine!

Some of my travels have also lured me further from home, but always for good reasons. The first flight I ever boarded was in 2002 for an all expense paid trip to St. Thomas, Virgin Islands. This tropical paradise at the exotic Marriott’s Frenchman’s Cove is situated 1,475 miles from home. It is filled with indescribable splendor and beauty, but be wary of the island’s “voodoo juice” and shenanigans on the beach after dark. I’m thankful Gerry always had the presence of mind to remove us from questionable situations. With that being said, the white sand, crystal clear blue water, CoCo Joe’s, and steel drums playing nearby, are four things everyone should experience personally. Did I mention the crystal clear blue ocean water? Wowza!

The following year, we traveled by air to New Orleans, and boarded a cruise ship to Cozumel, Mexico. This was another all expense paid trip by my employer 2,765 miles from home. Gerry said I was the luckiest woman he knew. I thought he meant because I was married to him, but maybe it was for the great trips I won instead. Being whisked away from my comfort zone made me mindful of how small we really are on this terrestrial ball. My feelings on venturing further from home slowly began to change. With that being said, I truly pushed the envelope with my next adventure.

The best vacation I’ve ever taken was a 4,614 mile round trip, nine day, adventure filled trek across the United States of America. This trip to Arizona wasn’t won by any contest; however, it was indeed a gift. I’m sure you’re bewildered, so I invite you to “ride along” with me this summer as I write about reasons this adventure is my favorite one of all time.

What better way to kick off the unofficial start of summer than with a purely unadulterated, top down, wind in your hair road trip series? With our course charted, and several interesting stops planned along the way, we headed west on I-20.

This vacation perfectly divides my normal life with what I often refer to as my alternate universe. It was the day we returned home that my new voyage began. Unfortunately, I had to navigate uncharted territory with my destination completely unknown. Within fourteen days, intense chronic pain had overtaken my entire body. I was neither physically or mentally prepared, but God saw fit that my incredible journey beforehand was completely unhindered.

Be on the lookout for my Summer Road Trip Series. This will be fun y’all. Where are your travels taking you this summer? Until next time…

Role Models…

By Shannon Boatwright

We’ve recently celebrated Mother’s Day and I’ve just started a grad class.

These two things got me thinking…

For Mother’s Day, I had the privilege of enjoying a whirlwind of a weekend full of special time with family. I consider my greatest accomplishment ever, that of being a mother. My two incredible children never cease to amaze me and the fact that I carried them, survived giving birth to them and get the honor of helping raise them, well, it seriously blows my mind.

The day after Mother’s Day I began a grad class on the nature and needs of gifted students. One of my first assignments was to take a quiz about Distinguishing Myths from Realities concerning the nature and needs of gifted students. It was definitely an eye opening little quiz.

So between celebrating Mother’s Day and then reading this grad class material, it got me really thinking about the role models in my life. Within the quiz, one of the statements that I had to choose whether I thought it was a myth or reality, stated, “Primetime, commercial television offers inadequate and inappropriate role models for gifted children.” In the response for why this is a reality, it is stated, “Reality: Only 9% of all the new programming during the past decade has had one or more children in the starring or title role, despite that over 17% of the nation’s population is under 13 years of age. Gifted children are also highly underrepresented and typically depicted as social misfits (Ableman, 1992).”

Interesting indeed and definitely thought provoking. Today’s primetime television is definitely VERY different from the days when I grew up watching television. I feel like there were WAY more positive role models on television back when I was growing up.

But instead of battling my way through a discussion on this topic of the current lack of role models on television, I’d like to focus on what this topic stirred in me. This issue, along with Mother’s Day, made me think about all the amazing female role models I have in my life. When I stop and really think about it, I recognize how truly blessed I am to have so many strong, super and spectacular female role models in my life. Ranging from the incredible women in my family, to close friends, to colleagues, to mentors, even iconic leaders, actors and other famous female warriors who inspire me.

In an age when equality is still a prevalent issue, having positive female role models should be a very important part of your life. We need positive examples that lead the way and inspire us ladies. As a mother, I know I make it a goal that my children see me being a good person, doing extraordinary things, contributing to society, bettering myself and making a positive difference in others’ lives. Like the pride I have in my own mother for being such a strong force of a woman, having a beautiful teacher’s heart and for sharing her awesome talents with others, I want my own children to be proud of my accomplishments and what I do with my own talents and strengths. My prayer is that they’ll be inspired and admire. I could write a book about all the outstanding, female role models in my life and I am ever grateful to be blessed with so many super women to have been influenced and inspired by throughout my lifetime.

Take a moment to think of all the positive female role models in your life. What have you learned from them? How have they inspired you? Then ask yourself, how am I a role model to others? As intelligent, incredible and strong women, we owe it to ourselves and to those we love, to be a shining light for others.

It’s Still Celiac Awareness Month!

By Rachel Sircy

For readers who missed my last post, May is Celiac Awareness Month. It’s the time of year when celiacs around the globe try to spread the word about what celiac disease is and what we can do about it. This post, I’m going to continue my celiac story. I think that one of the best ways that I can help spread the word about celiac disease is to make it personal. So, instead of a lecture, I’m going to tell you a story. (P.S. If you missed the first part of this story, check out my post from earlier this month).

The story of my life as a celiac is both complicated and simple. The simple version of it is that I was sick for most of my life with celiac disease. The complicated part was living with a disease I’d never heard of and that none of my doctors had even considered as a possibility. As a child, I was first diagnosed with a vitamin deficiency at age two when my hair started to fall out. Even taking daily vitamins, I struggled with borderline anemia. By the time I was in my senior year of high school, extreme fatigue, memory problems, and joint pain plagued me and got worse and worse. My grades, which had always been good, began to plummet, and though I’d always been a little bit spacey, I started to become dangerous. I had trouble staying awake for long periods of time and began to fall asleep in class. When driving I know I was worse than most drunk drivers. I frequently ran red lights, not even realizing what I’d done until it was too late. Oftentimes I would misjudge curves in the road, and I accidentally ramped more than one sidewalk. I would also make these misjudgments while walking and would slam into almost every door frame that I passed through, sometimes hard enough to actually stop me in my tracks. My friends in my last year of high school (and some teachers) began to tease and then seriously ask me about getting tested for ADD. I had trouble holding a steady conversation for more than a few minutes. By the time I got to school each day, I couldn’t remember what I’d eaten for breakfast. One girl nicknamed me Blondie – not because I was truly blonde, but because she felt it captured the Out-to-Lunchness of my personality.

I had all of the problems listed above, but I never had any serious gastric symptoms until I was around 19 years old and had left the country to study abroad for my sophomore year of college. During that school year, I began having horrible stomach pain after every meal. It was as if hundreds of gas bubbles were trapped in my stomach, and it seemed that these painful gas bubbles were churning up fiery stomach acid that gave me heartburn I could feel in my ears. All this made me nauseated and yet, I couldn’t throw up if I wanted to. I don’t know why, but in my case, instead of vomiting and diarrhea, my gastrointestinal tract seemed to simply shut down. In short, by the time I finally broke down and went to the gastroenterologist at age 21, I thought I might have an ulcer or be dying of stomach cancer.

I had an IgA blood test done at age 21 on my first visit to the gastroenterologist. I was truly blessed to find a doctor familiar with celiac disease. When he first came into the room to see me, he asked a few questions, poked my stomach a little and said, “I’m pretty sure I know what’s wrong with you.” He hit the nail on the head. My endoscopy was scheduled for a few days after my 22nd birthday and it was the best gift I’d ever gotten. My doctor saw me again after the results came in; he read the report in front of me and when he looked up at me he said, “Yeah, I thought so, You look like a celiac.”  He explained to me that my intestinal lining, which should look like a shag carpet, looked like a tile floor. My case, he said, was fairly advanced for someone my age. I was told to go on a gluten free diet. I had no idea what this meant. I’d never heard of gluten before that doctor’s visit, and it seemed to me that everyone in that office had lost their marbles. How on earth could whole wheat bread – the staff of life – be bad for anyone? I wasn’t a health nut, but I’d been raised to believe in the virtue of brown bread and whole grain spaghetti. A nurse came in and opened a huge book called “The Gluten Free Bible” and told me I needed to throw away my toaster. I felt like I’d been kidnapped by people from an alternate dimension where people wore their clothes backwards and no one in her right mind would think of eating whole grains. I was completely and utterly overwhelmed by my diagnosis.

That’s where I’ll end my story for now. I’m going to write one more entry detailing my foray into the world of gluten free eating to finish up my Celiac Awareness Month posts.

The good news is that there are so many advances in this area of distress that I think celiacs should take heart. There is currently a bill getting ready to make it’s way through the federal government compelling the National Institutes of Health to pursue a cure and research into the autoimmune and genetic factors of celiac disease. If you or someone you know have celiac disease, it’s worth your while to get on the Celiac Disease Foundation’s mailing list. They do send a lot of emails, particularly this time of year, but they do keep you up to date on the latest research and general goings-on in the ever-widening world of gluten intolerance.  Additionally, they give you real ideas on how to make a contribution. Recently, because of their notifications, I was able to send an email to Lindsey Graham asking for his support for a bill that has recently gone before the Senate requiring drug and supplement manufacturers to label gluten in their products.

Medicine is an often overlooked source of hidden gluten.  Prescription and over-the-counter medications can contain gluten, and sometimes celiacs who observe strict diets can fail to get better because they are still consuming gluten through their medications. FYI, these are some places you should look for gluten if you are intolerant: medicine (pills and liquids), lip balm, toothpaste and mouthwash – in short, anything you put in or near your mouth needs to be screened for gluten.

Happy gluten free living to all my allergic and intolerant peeps out there!

 

Riverbanks Petting Zoo

By Tina Michelle Cameron

As many of you know if you read my posts or are friends with me on Facebook, I am a weekly volunteer at Riverbanks Zoo in the Farm area, Zebra/Ostrich and the Education Center. I have been there almost two years and it is the highlight of my week on Tuesday mornings. It is physically demanding, especially in this heat, but I absolutely love it. I am tired, sore and smelly when I come home, but it is a good kind of tired, soreness and well, not so good smell.

  If any of you have been to the zoo since January, you may have noticed that the ponies are gone. They are now living on farms and having a great retirement. I have a great friend, Darlene, whose daughters’ horse is at the same stable and so I get regular pictures and updates on them. What is now in the place of the pony rides is a brand-new petting zoo that just recently opened about two weeks ago. We have several chickens in a coop, three baby piggies and as of right now, 19 baby goats that are absolutely precious and growing like weeds. There will be 11 more baby goats coming soon.

 

We have a few different types of goats; They are a Nigerian Dwarf, American Lamancha, Saanen and then one Nubian, whose name is Mike. He is my favorite new baby.  He absolutely loves people, being petted and getting attention. He is the only one that is going to be big like the other 3 goats at the Farm. 

If you are a zoo member, you get admission to it, but you can buy treats to give the goats, brush and pet them and watch them be fed by our wonderful zookeepers. The entire petting zoo is ADA compliant and I got to meet a wonderful little boy and his mom yesterday who was not able to run around like the other children, so I picked up Mike, so this sweet child could pet him. It was his first experience in petting a baby goat and it made my day.

Please come out and check out our new petting zoo. The kids are sure to love it and the parents as well. Enjoy the pictures. Mike is the one with the long floppy ears.

 

One Year after Diagnosis

By Lisa Baker

Hi everyone.  Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the weather.  As I sit down to write my blog post I realize it has now been one year since we got Mom’s diagnosis of dementia.  None of us could have even imagined all that we have gone through.  Sometimes it seems as if it could be a bad dream.  But it isn’t.

Dementia can be so very complex and so very different for each person.  So please know that I am in no way an expert on the subject. I can only tell you things we have experienced and things we have learned along the way.

If you think about everything we have experienced in one year, lots of patients and their families go through this sometimes for years before their loved one passes away.

Can you imagine living for years with dementia?  Many families can’t afford help to care for their loved one.  So they do the best they can everyday, twenty four hours with no or very little help.  Let that thought sink in for a while.

This is a very hard disease.  Hard on the loved one that has it and hard on the family members that take care of them.  It is different for each and every person.  What works for one may not work for another.  The worst part of all is when you realize that you are losing your loved one bit by bit every single day.  Until you have lost them completely; yet they are physically still alive.  At this point they don’t remember your name or that you are a part of their family.  It’s very heartbreaking.  You begin grieving when you first get the diagnosis and continue to grieve even until they die and after.

You keep thinking that it’s got to get easier yet it really doesn’t.  Even now I still find myself suddenly in tears over the smallest things because they remind me of Mom.

About a week and a half after Mom passed, it was her birthday.  Now a month and a half later and it’s Mother’s Day.  So we are left trying to figure out how to celebrate, yet missing Mom so very much.

If you think your loved one my have dementia go with them to their Doctor appointments.  Talk with their Doctor about any small issues that you are noticing.  Remember there is no cure but there are some medications that do seem to help.  Try not to correct your loved one, it only confuses them more.  Try to go along with their conversation or gently redirect them.  Remember that just as challenged as you feel they are also feeling confused.

I wish all mothers a very Happy Mother’s Day! Celebrate with your families and make plenty of memories.  Even take lots of pictures.

A Mother’s Intuition

By Marianna Boyce

It’s Mother’s Day weekend and my mind is full.  For those who have either lost their mom, or a bereaved mother that has lost a child, I cannot fathom how difficult it must be.  I pray fond memories comfort your hearts, especially this weekend.

With so many ideas, I wasn’t sure which direction to take.  Instinctively, I began writing about my amazing mom and quickly concluded this blog could not contain all the stories of her loving kindness in just one post.  She is absolutely the best!

Another fun idea was to share my motherhood blunders.  I didn’t write much before realizing I had enough material to write a novel.  As a contributor to Every Woman Blog, there are countless opportunities to share these stories in future posts.

After writing and deleting several rough drafts, a reminiscent and relative story kept finding its way to the forefront of my mind.  It’s about the day my intuitive mom revealed to me a little secret…

Soon after I married, I invited my mom and daddy over for supper on an unusually cool evening in September.  Mom taught me to cook when I lived at home, but I wasn’t up for cooking a huge meal with all the trimmings.  I made homemade vegetable soup instead.  Everyone raved how delicious it was, and they also enjoyed homemade brownies I made by reading the instructions on the back of a box (wink wink.)  Their praises made this young new bride beam with pride.

After dessert and coffee, I felt nauseous.  Breaking out in a sweat, I thought I’d up-chuck right there on my living room floor, but let not your hearts be troubled:  I thankfully made it to the bathroom just in time.  The best mom in the universe followed me down the hall to help her baby girl.  She placed a cold cloth on the back of my neck, and another one to wipe my forehead as I was hugging the porcelain throne.  I was mortified!  How horrible would it be for everyone to get food poisoning from something I lovingly cooked for them.  Luckily, no one else was sick.

I felt much better after my unfortunate episode, so mom and I tidied the kitchen.  She tried making me sit down to relax, but I stubbornly refused.  She looked at me and said, “Honey, I think you’re pregnant.  There’s something different about you, and I believe you’re going to be a new mommy.”

What was different?  How did she know?

After scheduling a doctor’s appointment, I invited my intuitive mom to accompany me for support.  It turns out she was right and knew it before anyone else.  She was truly ecstatic, and I was scared to death!  Her baby was having a baby.

I was married on July 18, 1987, and my due date was April 18, 1988, exactly nine months to the day.  I am 100% positive that Cody was conceived on my honeymoon night.  There’s a comical story to share in another post how I know that for sure…

We never need a special day to honor our mothers.  We just need special mothers to honor everyday.  I’m blessed to have two.  To my mom, Mary Lee Caldwell, and mother-in-law, Eleanor Boyce, I love you both dearly.  To my amazing bonus daughter Tiffany, remember being a mom is the most difficult, yet most rewarding job a woman can ever have.  You’re a terrific mom!  Happy Mother’s Day ladies.

Spring Recipes

By Rhonda Woods

Hello Everyone!

May has arrived!  Beautiful flowers and refreshing showers are evident of God’s great creations. When Azaleas (or bah-zale-yahs as one of my granddaughters calls them) bloomed in April I took a picture of mine that has grown very large over the thirty-plus years since my sweet husband and I planted them beside the gazebo he built for our wedding. I have never been much of a gardener, and I envy though with green thumbs.  I’ll stick to my white thumbs, as in baking, and admire the handy work of God through the talents and skills of others.

Another birthday was celebrated at our family Easter lunch.  This one was for my oldest granddaughter who wanted a Rainbow cake.  She drew several pictures of rainbows to make sure I got the colors of the 6-layer cake in order. My first attempt making Swiss Meringue Buttercream was successful, however, my 2nd, 3rd and 4th attempts were not!  I was so disappointed having just enough of the first batch to frost between the layers and crumb coat the cake. Two pounds of butter later, I opted for a whipped cream frosting of pink and white.  Some sugar butterflies were place on it for a beautiful finish. The traditional lighting of the candles and singing was followed by helping the birthday girl make the first cut of her cake revealing the colored cake layers. We all missed celebrating my sweet husband’s birthday that would have been in early May.  What a photo that would have been with all of his grands, especially the little ones, helping him blow out his candles!  His cake request would have been either Peanut Butter or German Chocolate.

There has been several overwhelming days/nights as I pray and wait on God’s answers for my future and guidance in making wise decisions. As humans, we naturally try to handle all of our life issues and drive ourselves crazy worrying about how to solve them ourselves. It is hard for us to “Let Go and Let God”.  I’m no exception to this fault.  My life was turned upside down when my sweet husband was sick and then passed away.  So much to try to handle on my on without him here to be my voice of reason, as he was throughout our marriage.  I am reminded of the song “Press On” sung by the christian group, Selah.  The chorus is, “In Jesus name, we press on. In Jesus name, we press on. Dear Lord with the prize, clear before our eyes.  We find the strength to press on.” So this I will do…press on and follow the whispered answers the Lord has sent to me.

The end of the school year is upon us, and hectic as usual.  My students and I have enjoyed a few global cuisine recipes including Crepes, Soft Pretzels, Churros, Empanadas and Cottage Pie (Sheppard Pie made with ground beef).   I have included a few of these hoping you will enjoy them, too.

May God bless you and your family as He continues to bless ours,

Chef Woods

Soft Pretzels

Crepes

Cottage Pie