When we had our bed and breakfast I served this sausage recipe every week. Returning guests always asked me if I would make it for them! I still make it today and add it regularly to breakfast, brunch, or "breakfast for dinner" meals! Especially when we have family or friends visiting! It is very quick and easy to make and can be frozen and baked when ready to serve. Let me know if you try it and how you like it!
Sage Sausage Balls
2 pounds bulk sage sausage; (we use Williams Sausage and I think it’s the best)
½ cup milk
1 cup chopped apple
1 cup Pepperidge Farms Stuffing Mix
½ cup chopped onions or ¼ cup dried onions
2 eggs
Mix all ingredients together. Grease 12 muffin cups, or 36 mini-muffin cups.
Fill cups. Bake at 350 degrees, 45 minutes for large muffin tin, and 20 minutes for mini-muffin pans.
☺ Can be doubled or tripled and frozen. Can use ring mold or loaf pan instead of muffin tins.
We like to use Williams’s Extra Sage Sausage but this recipe is equally as good with 1 lb. country sausage and 1 lb. hot sausage.
This is a great compliment to any breakfast entrée. Be sure to make plenty because they disappear fast.
Today's Scripture: Psalm 100
A psalm. For giving thanks.
1 Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
2 Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
3 Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his [a] ;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
5 For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
The Day My Guardian Angel Saved My Life
Today I am reprinting a story written by my friend Betty. She is a career mail carrier and we met during the Good Friday Tornado that hit our town in April 2009. She joined the Red Cross efforts and gave up her weekend to serve others. This story is a little long, but well worth the read. I hope that it blesses all who read it. Thank you Betty for sharing!
"It was a normal cold day the 16th of January 1998. 12 years ago - a day that has been etched in my head forever. I woke up feeling strange. Feeling like I never felt before. Something was wrong but I didn't know what. I mean I had just woke up, what could possibly be wrong? I wasn't feeling sick. I kept thinking, maybe it had to do with my brother Jimmy, who at the time was having trouble just being a cop in Knoxville, and the death of a drug addict who ran from him and his partners. So I tried to shrug it off. I went into work trying not to think of anything but what I was supposed to be doing. As the day progressed, my feelings got worse. Something was terribly wrong. I couldn't figure to save my life what was going on.
I went out on my route, which at the time was mostly businesses and mostly walking an old neighborhood in downtown Nashville. Most of the people that lived there were older people who would come out and fuss at me for not having a cover on my head to keep the warmth in. As I walked into one of these businesses, it was a man and a woman who actually worked side by side with totally different businesses. She was an interior designer. He redid classic cars. They always hung out together though and that day I walked in and the woman looked at me and said, "what's wrong with you? You don't look right." I told her I had no clue what I was feeling, just had the bad feeling all day. The man, came up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them. He leaned over my shoulder and told me "I'm sending your Guardian Angel to be with you the rest of the day." I thanked them for that and went on my way.
I feel I must tell some of you how walking house to house is usually done by mail carriers, going from the mailbox on the porch and cutting straight across through the yard to the next porch. It cuts some time for us. That day, something made me go from the porch, walk down their sidewalks, walk the sidewalk that ran right next to 2nd Ave, which is a very busy one way street, and walk up the next sidewalk to the next door. If I had not completely changed my routine that very day, I may not be here telling you about it.
Still feeling strong about something going terribly wrong that day, I was walking with my head down, thinking about how I really should have a hat on since it was only about 27 degrees at the time. Thinking to myself that one day, I'm gonna listen to these old women and freak them out by having one on! I also must tell you, which is quite important part of this story, I dress in layers. It's much warmer than wearing just one big heavy coat. And I can maneuver better.
Well on this faithful day of a very bad feeling, changing my routine, wishing I had a hat on, and being told my guardian angel was going to be with me.......... it hit. I was on the sidewalk next to the busy 2nd Ave and turned my head to go up the next sidewalk. All I remember was a black mass in the air with teeth right at my face! The little I remember after that was going down and giving this dog, which turned out to be 3 Rottweilers, my backside. I remember being dragged and little by little, my shirts were coming off. First, my Postal sweater, then, my sweatshirts, then my longjohn shirt. I was being dragged to the backyard, but they couldn't get a good hold of me because of my clothes.
The next thing I remember, was looking up and seeing this man with a 6 foot metal pole hovering over me. My thought at that point, "Oh God, don't hit me...." My customers had come out of their houses next door and were chasing the dogs away. One of them being scared to death of dogs, as I found out later, had the courage to grab one of the dogs and throw him off me while this other man with the six foot pole, who was an electrician just passing by and saw the commotion of my customers, grabbed a pole from the back of his truck started beating at the other dogs.
I remember one of the men yelling at me to stay down that I was bleeding and help was on the way. I refused not knowing if they would come back for me. I had nothing but a t-shirt on at this point and didn't feel the cold at all. An ambulance came and put me in the back. The police came in droves. They were everywhere, and I could hear shooting, with guns and shotguns. The cops apparently were freaking out so bad, they missed the dogs, and shot a car, someone's shudders, a gutter and who knows what else. But they missed the dogs. The elementary school a block up the road was put on lockdown, the entire neighborhood was in total chaos! All because of my bad feeling that from now on, I will call in sick if I EVER get it again.
I went to the hospital and to the amazement of the Doctors and nurses who found out 3 Rottweilers were mauling me, I had minor wounds. One hole in my leg, one in my arm, plenty of scratch bite marks on my back and one in my rearend. I did have to get my rearend operated on about a month later, because I found I was not able to sit down without being in pain. One of them had left me a gift, a piece of their tooth. Don't get me wrong, My entire side of my body was a solid black and blue and I stayed that way for a couple weeks, not being able to move hardly from being so sore and hurting.
BUT I WAS ALIVE!
I found out later that the man who lived there, God rest his soul, he died about 5 years ago, had 13 dogs in his back yard! I was lucky only 3 of them got out that day. The police said, the dogs were dragging me to the back yard to take me to the other dogs.
The Post Office gave the 4 people who contributed to saving my life each a beautiful brass eagle about 12 to 15 inches tall with the inscription of their names and what they did for me and $100 each.
As for the dogs, the last one was found the next day and the owner had 10 of his dogs put down. I didn't like hearing about that, I do not blame the dogs for what they did. They are, after all, dogs.
I lived at the time with my sister and we had the next door neighbor who owned a Rotty and knew I couldn't go outside if she was out with her dog. Until one day, my sister asked me to go next door to borrow a couple eggs. The woman answered the door and I backed up because the dog came with her. She said, 'it's okay Betty, let me get you those eggs.' She walked away with the door wide open and that Rottweiler slowly walked out as I froze in one place. I couldn't move, I couldn't run, I couldn't even speak. My eyes closed and I felt her dog sniffing me and then........... he licked me and looked up as if to say, 'see, we aren't all bad! You're my neighbor and I want you to go back to talking to me when I'm outside like you used to." She came back with those eggs, and asked me to put my hand on her dog and pet him. I did. And it was the first step to my recovery.
Since then, I have become more of a dog lover than I ever had been. I at that time had 2 chows, they finallly left me 2 and 3 years ago. They lived one heck of a full life with me and my son. They had to endure when I brought home a yapping Yorky 5 years ago,(I think), and when I said, "look Jason what followed me home!" A solid black German Shepard! She is a true and true dog that never leaves my side. She even walks behind the lawnmower when I cut grass.
That fateful day, January 16th, 1998 will be a day that I will forever be thankful for my life being spared. God, my Guardian Angel, my 3 customers and that one man with the very long steel pole saved my son from becoming motherless. Life from that moment on became something I cherish! I believe my customer really did call upon my Guardian Angel to make sure he was with me the rest of the day. I believe that Angel covered me when I was being attacked! I believe that is why I came out of it with so little scars. I believe that God made sure I didn't suffer mentally for long because my son needed his Mother to be the strong woman he knows me as. I returned to work a month later.
I have never worked that day again, and I never will. That is my day....
Well, until now. My son is getting married on that same day! So from now on......... this day will be a day of rejoicing, not only me being alive, but a new chapter in my wonderful son's life will be opening up!"
Today's Scripture: Ephesians 6:13
"It was a normal cold day the 16th of January 1998. 12 years ago - a day that has been etched in my head forever. I woke up feeling strange. Feeling like I never felt before. Something was wrong but I didn't know what. I mean I had just woke up, what could possibly be wrong? I wasn't feeling sick. I kept thinking, maybe it had to do with my brother Jimmy, who at the time was having trouble just being a cop in Knoxville, and the death of a drug addict who ran from him and his partners. So I tried to shrug it off. I went into work trying not to think of anything but what I was supposed to be doing. As the day progressed, my feelings got worse. Something was terribly wrong. I couldn't figure to save my life what was going on.
I went out on my route, which at the time was mostly businesses and mostly walking an old neighborhood in downtown Nashville. Most of the people that lived there were older people who would come out and fuss at me for not having a cover on my head to keep the warmth in. As I walked into one of these businesses, it was a man and a woman who actually worked side by side with totally different businesses. She was an interior designer. He redid classic cars. They always hung out together though and that day I walked in and the woman looked at me and said, "what's wrong with you? You don't look right." I told her I had no clue what I was feeling, just had the bad feeling all day. The man, came up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them. He leaned over my shoulder and told me "I'm sending your Guardian Angel to be with you the rest of the day." I thanked them for that and went on my way.
I feel I must tell some of you how walking house to house is usually done by mail carriers, going from the mailbox on the porch and cutting straight across through the yard to the next porch. It cuts some time for us. That day, something made me go from the porch, walk down their sidewalks, walk the sidewalk that ran right next to 2nd Ave, which is a very busy one way street, and walk up the next sidewalk to the next door. If I had not completely changed my routine that very day, I may not be here telling you about it.
Still feeling strong about something going terribly wrong that day, I was walking with my head down, thinking about how I really should have a hat on since it was only about 27 degrees at the time. Thinking to myself that one day, I'm gonna listen to these old women and freak them out by having one on! I also must tell you, which is quite important part of this story, I dress in layers. It's much warmer than wearing just one big heavy coat. And I can maneuver better.
Well on this faithful day of a very bad feeling, changing my routine, wishing I had a hat on, and being told my guardian angel was going to be with me.......... it hit. I was on the sidewalk next to the busy 2nd Ave and turned my head to go up the next sidewalk. All I remember was a black mass in the air with teeth right at my face! The little I remember after that was going down and giving this dog, which turned out to be 3 Rottweilers, my backside. I remember being dragged and little by little, my shirts were coming off. First, my Postal sweater, then, my sweatshirts, then my longjohn shirt. I was being dragged to the backyard, but they couldn't get a good hold of me because of my clothes.
The next thing I remember, was looking up and seeing this man with a 6 foot metal pole hovering over me. My thought at that point, "Oh God, don't hit me...." My customers had come out of their houses next door and were chasing the dogs away. One of them being scared to death of dogs, as I found out later, had the courage to grab one of the dogs and throw him off me while this other man with the six foot pole, who was an electrician just passing by and saw the commotion of my customers, grabbed a pole from the back of his truck started beating at the other dogs.
I remember one of the men yelling at me to stay down that I was bleeding and help was on the way. I refused not knowing if they would come back for me. I had nothing but a t-shirt on at this point and didn't feel the cold at all. An ambulance came and put me in the back. The police came in droves. They were everywhere, and I could hear shooting, with guns and shotguns. The cops apparently were freaking out so bad, they missed the dogs, and shot a car, someone's shudders, a gutter and who knows what else. But they missed the dogs. The elementary school a block up the road was put on lockdown, the entire neighborhood was in total chaos! All because of my bad feeling that from now on, I will call in sick if I EVER get it again.
I went to the hospital and to the amazement of the Doctors and nurses who found out 3 Rottweilers were mauling me, I had minor wounds. One hole in my leg, one in my arm, plenty of scratch bite marks on my back and one in my rearend. I did have to get my rearend operated on about a month later, because I found I was not able to sit down without being in pain. One of them had left me a gift, a piece of their tooth. Don't get me wrong, My entire side of my body was a solid black and blue and I stayed that way for a couple weeks, not being able to move hardly from being so sore and hurting.
BUT I WAS ALIVE!
I found out later that the man who lived there, God rest his soul, he died about 5 years ago, had 13 dogs in his back yard! I was lucky only 3 of them got out that day. The police said, the dogs were dragging me to the back yard to take me to the other dogs.
The Post Office gave the 4 people who contributed to saving my life each a beautiful brass eagle about 12 to 15 inches tall with the inscription of their names and what they did for me and $100 each.
As for the dogs, the last one was found the next day and the owner had 10 of his dogs put down. I didn't like hearing about that, I do not blame the dogs for what they did. They are, after all, dogs.
I lived at the time with my sister and we had the next door neighbor who owned a Rotty and knew I couldn't go outside if she was out with her dog. Until one day, my sister asked me to go next door to borrow a couple eggs. The woman answered the door and I backed up because the dog came with her. She said, 'it's okay Betty, let me get you those eggs.' She walked away with the door wide open and that Rottweiler slowly walked out as I froze in one place. I couldn't move, I couldn't run, I couldn't even speak. My eyes closed and I felt her dog sniffing me and then........... he licked me and looked up as if to say, 'see, we aren't all bad! You're my neighbor and I want you to go back to talking to me when I'm outside like you used to." She came back with those eggs, and asked me to put my hand on her dog and pet him. I did. And it was the first step to my recovery.
Since then, I have become more of a dog lover than I ever had been. I at that time had 2 chows, they finallly left me 2 and 3 years ago. They lived one heck of a full life with me and my son. They had to endure when I brought home a yapping Yorky 5 years ago,(I think), and when I said, "look Jason what followed me home!" A solid black German Shepard! She is a true and true dog that never leaves my side. She even walks behind the lawnmower when I cut grass.
That fateful day, January 16th, 1998 will be a day that I will forever be thankful for my life being spared. God, my Guardian Angel, my 3 customers and that one man with the very long steel pole saved my son from becoming motherless. Life from that moment on became something I cherish! I believe my customer really did call upon my Guardian Angel to make sure he was with me the rest of the day. I believe that Angel covered me when I was being attacked! I believe that is why I came out of it with so little scars. I believe that God made sure I didn't suffer mentally for long because my son needed his Mother to be the strong woman he knows me as. I returned to work a month later.
I have never worked that day again, and I never will. That is my day....
Well, until now. My son is getting married on that same day! So from now on......... this day will be a day of rejoicing, not only me being alive, but a new chapter in my wonderful son's life will be opening up!"
Today's Scripture: Ephesians 6:13
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Buttermilk Pecan Pie
My sister-in-law, Liz, received this recipe from her son Andrew. The recipe is from Andrew's mother-in-law, Suzy. Andrew was the lucky recipient and really enjoyed this new take on Pecan Pie. I love to make Pecan Pie and this variation definitely has me interested!
Buttermilk Pecan Pie
1/2 C butter
2 C sugar
2 tsp vanilla
3 eggs
3 T flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 C whole milk buttermilk
1 C chopped pecans
1 9" unbaked pie shell
Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Cream butter and sugar, adding 1/2 C sugar at a time. Blend well. Blend in vanilla. Stir in eggs, one at a time. Combine flour and salt; add small amount at a time. Stir in buttermilk. Sprinkle pecans in bottom of pie crust, pour custard mix over the pecans and bake 1 1/4 to 1 1/2 hrs.
Note from Suzy: This is not part of the recipe but I baked the pie shell for about 5 to 7 minutes first. I let it cool then proceeded. Also, I toasted the pecans before putting them in the pie. Next time I will add another 1/4 cup of pecans.
Today's Scripture: Proverbs 29:22
Buttermilk Pecan Pie
1/2 C butter
2 C sugar
2 tsp vanilla
3 eggs
3 T flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 C whole milk buttermilk
1 C chopped pecans
1 9" unbaked pie shell
Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Cream butter and sugar, adding 1/2 C sugar at a time. Blend well. Blend in vanilla. Stir in eggs, one at a time. Combine flour and salt; add small amount at a time. Stir in buttermilk. Sprinkle pecans in bottom of pie crust, pour custard mix over the pecans and bake 1 1/4 to 1 1/2 hrs.
Note from Suzy: This is not part of the recipe but I baked the pie shell for about 5 to 7 minutes first. I let it cool then proceeded. Also, I toasted the pecans before putting them in the pie. Next time I will add another 1/4 cup of pecans.
Today's Scripture: Proverbs 29:22
Anger
“Sometimes anger is an appropriate response to injustice and sin, but when anger is unchecked or misdirected, it can cause great destruction. Jesus goes so far as to say that unresolved anger and resentment are no less serious than murder! (Mt 5:21-22) Stewing over resentments takes people’s focus off God and sets them on a course toward evil (Ps 37:8-9). Venting frustration, whether through silent, seething rage or explosive temper tantrums injects the whole situation with negative tension. There certainly are much more productive ways to expend one’s energy! Consider the advice in Hebrews 10:24 and come up with some specific ways you could invest your energy more positively in the lives of those around you.” Taken from NIV Women of Faith Study Bible
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tomato Soup.... again! Catherine's Kickin' Tomato Soup
Okay, so yesterday I went to the pantry to gather items to make the homemade tomato soup. My eyes fell upon a can of Rotel tomatoes (tomatoes and green chilies) - I immediately thought ... why not? So, all in all I made a designer tomato soup that I am sure is better than yesterday's recipe. This has got a kick that just keeps on giving! My family loved it. Give it a try...
Catherine's Kickin' Tomato Soup
4 tbsp. butter
4 tbsp. flour
2 stalks green onions chopped up finely
1 can 15 oz. tomato sauce
1 can 15 oz. diced tomatoes
1 can 10 oz. Rotel tomatoes (with green chilies)
14 oz. can of chicken broth
Melt butter and saute green onions until soft. Add flour and stir until the flour is well absorbed. Slowly add the chicken broth stirring with a wire whip until all the butter/flour mixture is well mixed and slightly thick.
While the onions are cooking, in another pan heat the tomato sauce, diced tomatoes, and can of Rotel.
When the tomatoes are heated, slowly add the butter/flour mixture.
Take off the stove and cool. When it has cooled a bit pour half of this lumpy mixture into a blender and puree. Pour back into stock pot and puree the balance of the mixture.
Bring soup to heat and simmer until ready to eat.
Top with crushed Tostitos chips. This soup is just delicious and really has a nice kick!
Serve with carrot and celery sticks, fresh bread... and we finished the meal with Creme Brulee!
Today's Scripture: Genesis 6-11
Monday, January 4, 2010
Homemade Tomato Soup
It's whats for lunch! Baby it's cold outside and it will be warm inside with this delicious homemade tomato soup and some fresh multi-grain bread.
HOMEMADE TOMATO SOUP
Printed from COOKS.COM
□ 4 tbsp. butter
□ 4 tbsp. flour
□ Green onion, cut up
□ 1 qt. fresh tomatoes, cut in pieces
□ 1/4 tsp. soda
□ 1 1/2 tsp. salt
□ 1/4 tsp. pepper
□ 2 c. milk
Saute butter, flour, and green onion in pan. In another pan heat tomatoes. When tomatoes are heated, add rest of ingredients along with the sauteed mixture. Bring to a boil and eat.
** I am substituting one cup milk for 1 cup chicken broth. I am also adding some finely chopped celery and carrots, because I happen to have them on hand.
Today's Scripture: Genesis 4-5
HOMEMADE TOMATO SOUP
Printed from COOKS.COM
□ 4 tbsp. butter
□ 4 tbsp. flour
□ Green onion, cut up
□ 1 qt. fresh tomatoes, cut in pieces
□ 1/4 tsp. soda
□ 1 1/2 tsp. salt
□ 1/4 tsp. pepper
□ 2 c. milk
Saute butter, flour, and green onion in pan. In another pan heat tomatoes. When tomatoes are heated, add rest of ingredients along with the sauteed mixture. Bring to a boil and eat.
** I am substituting one cup milk for 1 cup chicken broth. I am also adding some finely chopped celery and carrots, because I happen to have them on hand.
Today's Scripture: Genesis 4-5
Sunday, January 3, 2010
New Year's Day Yummy Tiramisu
Genesis….
As this new year begins … let us start at “the beginning”
where God’s revelation begins …
where God’s power begins …
where God’s faithfulness begins …
where God’s goodness begins …
where God’s love begins …
where God’s search for sinners begins …
where God’s war against Satan begins …
where God’s judgment begins …
where God’s work begins …
I am praying for a blessed year for all my family and friends. A year full of sweet surprises, attainable challenges and lots of good food, love and laughter!
We started 2010 out with a New Year’s Day party! Since we didn’t want to get out in the cold on New Year’s Eve we invited friends and family over for a “high noon” dinner and games! We had lots of fun, feasted on Lasagna, fresh garden salad, roasted garlic Italian bread, Tiramisu and Crème Brulee!
Tiramisu takes a little time to make, but I think it is worth the effort. Give it a try!
Ingredients
- 7 yolks
- 1 cup sugar for yolks
- 3 cups mascarpone (sweet cheese)
- 3 egg whites
- 1/4 cup sugar for whites
- 1 cup heavy cream, whipped
- 2 1/2 cups cooled espresso
- 1/2 cup kahlua
- 20 to 24 ladyfingers
- 1 cup chocolate shavings
Directions
In a mixer with the whip attachment, whip yolks and sugar until thick and pale in color (ribbon stage). Add mascarpone and whip until well incorporated. In a separate bowl, whip egg whites to a soft peak, gradually add sugar, and then slowly pour in dissolved gelatin. Whip to a stiff, glossy peak. Fold whites into mascarpone and yolk mixture then fold in whipped cream.
In a separate bowl, combine espresso and kahlua. Soak 1 ladyfinger at a time in the espresso mixture. This must be a “quick dip” or the ladyfinger will get too soggy. In an 8 by 10-inch pan, arrange soaked ladyfingers close together in neat rows until the bottom of the pan is completely covered. Pour 1/2 of the mousse over the ladyfingers and smooth with a rubber spatula. Sprinkle 1/2 of the chocolate shavings over mousse. Create another layer and chill until set.
NOTES: My friends loved this Tiramisu which we served at our New Year’s Day Party. Instead of layering in a pan I layered in beautiful Rosepoint crystal goblets! It looked as good as it tasted!
Serves: 10 to 12 servings
Today's Scripture: Genesis 1-3
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Man's Best Friend
My scriptures this week are taken from the sermon our pastor gave last Sunday. The sermon, titled "Chapter 2" is about wrapping up another year under the sun and about the endurance needed to begin again.
My Little Dog "Nick"
My sister-in-law has 9 (count ‘em NINE) Jack Russell Terriers! She recently gave me this recipe for a healthy doggie treat. I made them and my little dog, Nick, just loves them! I hope your best friend will like them too! By the way you can view Liz’s little sweethearts at http://www.rausjackrussellterriers.com
My Little Dog "Nick"
My sister-in-law has 9 (count ‘em NINE) Jack Russell Terriers! She recently gave me this recipe for a healthy doggie treat. I made them and my little dog, Nick, just loves them! I hope your best friend will like them too! By the way you can view Liz’s little sweethearts at http://www.rausjackrussellterriers.com
Spot’s Golden Cheese Dreams
3 cups whole wheat flour
2 tsps garlic powder
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1 cup shredded cheese
1 egg, beaten
1 cup milk
In large mixing bowl, combine flour and garlic powder.
Make a well in the flour mixture and gradually stir in the oil, cheese, egg and milk until well blended. Knead dough on a floured surface, about 3-4 minutes.
With
a rolling pin, roll dough to 1/2" thickness. Cut to desired shape and place on lightly greased baking sheet (I use parchment paper). Bake 25 minutes @ 400 F.
Cool on a rack and store, at room temperature, in a container with a loose fitting lid.
Today's Scripture: Are We Listening?
Revelations 2:17
"Are your ears awake? Listen. Listen to the Wind Words, the Spirit blowing through the churches. I'll give the sacred manna to every overcomer; I'll also give a clear, smooth stone inscribed with your new name, your secret new name." (The Message)
I John 5:4-5
"for everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. [5] Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God."
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