Monthly Archives: November 2005

Grilled Cheese+Fruit Preserves

I went to our friends, Aaron and Trish Anderson, house on Saturday. Abby and I ate lunch there whilst the mom, grandmom and Evie spent some time with things quieter at our place. Aaron introduced me to the idea of eating a grilled cheese sandwich with jelly on it. I thought this would be a bad choice given that cheese and fruit are not normally parts of my diet. Well, not together at least.

The grilled cheese sandwich was prepared by my mother-in-law and I later applied the Strawberry Fruit preserves. The first bite was weird for me. Not because it tasted bad but because I was ready for it to taste funky. However, it was OK, and I wouldn’t prevent myself from eating another one. This sandwich is probably so loaded with calories that adding the fruit preserve was not going to help the dietary side of things, but it sure did change the taste of something that I’m used to having.

Give it a try and let me know what you think!

Idiots with Idioms

Have you ever found yourself in a sticky situation where a word or phrase has two meanings and after you say something you think, “Drat! I’ve now insinuated something that I was not trying to insinuate.”? Last night I really screwed up and used the term ‘nailed’, which can mean to hit something dead on or accurately connect with something or someone, in a context that could alternatively implied another definition: to have intercourse with. Nothing like slipping up at Bible Study when you’re trying to convey something good and instead deliver an innuendo. Doh!

My Heart Loves…

In what has to be one of the sweeter things said in the last couple weeks (even in the mix of Evie’s arrival) Abby said to me tonight on the way home from dinner, “My heart loves your heart, Daddy.” Which pretty much makes a dad feel about as special as ever. Its good to be Abby’s dad and even though she’s having to grow up and transition into a big sister she’s still my precious little first daughter. She will be until the day Jesus takes one or both of us home.

My heart loves her heart, too.