Pumpkin Cinnamon Ice Cream

Pumpkin Cinnamon Ice Cream

Cinnamon Hill Ceylon Cinnamon

As the last post pointed out, fall is here and we are welcoming it with open arms. Shanna and I love this time of year (we got married in it!) and always look forward to the changes and reminders it brings.

Cinnamon Hill Ceylon Cinnamon | Food Loves Writing

Pumpkin Cinnamon Ice Cream | Food Loves Writing

Pumpkin Cinnamon Ice Cream | FoodLovesWriting.com
Yet even though it may be the season to be breaking out hot drinks and jackets, we have an ice cream recipe for you today that we really enjoyed. (Let’s be honest, we will be enjoying ice cream year round, even in the dead of winter, so don’t be surprised if you see another ice cream recipe from me then.) This ice cream is a great taste of fall though, with its mild pumpkin flavor that sneaks up on the finish. Enjoy!

Pumpkin Cinnamon Ice Cream
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Tim’s Chocolate Blueberry Pie

It’s no surprise to say that I love words—especially written words. Maybe all writers feel this way. I communicate better with what I write that what I say, and, usually, I understand better what I read than what I hear. So when I read Tim’s post below, that’s what I thought: I love reading his perspective, in black and white. I also, in this case, love being reminded of the same arguments I (and he) have to rehearse regularly, to keep creating, to keep learning, to enjoy the process. The bonus is the killer chocolate blueberry pie—a sophisticated take on the classic.

Tim's Chocolate Blueberry Pie

I’m not a baker, but I baked a pretty darn good blueberry chocolate pie. One of the lessons I have been learning in life is that while I might not know how to do something, or maybe I have some interest in doing something but am not very good at it, most of the time, it is still worth doing. Sure, we could discuss how many things there are that people are interested in doing that are not worthwhile or illegal or something. That’s not what I am talking about here. I am talking about the stuff that stretches your mind and perspective. In fact this is the type of thing I have always enjoyed, but Shanna has really helped me see it even better.

Tim's Chocolate Blueberry Pie

Creating things because we are designed to be like our Creator and because it connects with us in deep ways is reason enough to try many new things, regardless of the praise or lack thereof we receive for creating. Trying new things could make us boastful because of everything we have tried, but actually it should make us humble, if we are really being honest with ourselves, because sooner or later we see our lack of ability or weakness. As humans, we are finite. We cannot do everything. We are all fitted to some things better than others, and learning that is actually good. Stay with me.

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Butter Lettuce Salad with Mango and Avocado

Today is Tim’s birthday, which makes it the perfect time to tell you how another year of living life with him—cooking together, working side by side, analyzing the nuanced details of relationships with each other, budgeting, traveling, laughing, yelling, learning about each other and from each other—has been such a gift. What is also a gift is that today’s post is not from me, but from him. He had something he wanted to say, and I cried when I read it. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.

Butter Lettuce Salad with Avocado and Mango

Today is my birthday. Ordinarily you would be reading a post from Shanna, and so I apologize today, because I know it sucks when you don’t hear from her—I know because I enjoy reading her writing more than you do. But for some reason, every now and again on my birthday I get strange feelings to do something out of the ordinary. I think it stems back in part to the kind of birthdays I had with my mom. My mom always let me skip school on my birthday, and it always felt like such a great gift, since I disliked school so much.

Butter Lettuce

There is something about the security of the ordinary days that gives you the strength to have the extraordinary ones. There is something freeing about structure and rules. My mom was the type of mom that made you feel like you could ask her anything and she would have a helpful response. Even if she didn’t know the answer and said so, it was the manner of her presence that made you feel like she could be trusted with your questions. She cared and, because she cared, the everyday routines and happenings provided a place of safety and growth, with protection for that growth. Self-control is a wonderful gift and parenting in such a way that helps to instill self-control, while also allowing expression, is a balance that comes out of a heart that is balanced–something my mom had.

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