Charity’s Blog

I found myself at Hobby Lobby this week. It is one of my favorite stores. If I want to make something, I find the components there. If I don’t have time to make it, I can usually find a finished product there. Best store ever, in my opinion. So here I was, walking through the aisles that were all decked out for spring and I couldn’t stop smiling under my mask. All the spring things, the bright colors, and the upbeat music was really helping my mood. I’m not saying I was in a bad mood exactly, just the winter blues mood. Know what I’m talking about? So much snow, so cold, so much negativity on the internet – it all just weighs on a person.

Then today, the weather got up to a balmy 45° and sunny! Oh. My. Goodness. It was amazing. This sunshine girl was LOVING it! Not only that, someone started a ‘Say something positive about a local business’ thread on the big ol’ FB and it was flooded with positive vibes!

Here is the thing. The snow is going to come. The cold is going to come. The gloomy days are going to come. Good news though, it doesn’t last forever. So be kind to your fellow man. Be the sunshine in their day if they can’t find it somewhere else. Say hello, hold a door, put someone’s cart up for them. It is the little things that can make someone else smile under their mask. We all need a little mask smiling during our day.

I don’t have any mask smiling related recipes but I do have one from a lady who knew how to smile through it all. My great grandma Rose. I hope you enjoy her Dumpling recipe.

Stay Peachy, friends! -Charity

Great Grandma Rose’s Dumplings

• 3 c flour
• 1 tsp salt
• 1/2 baking powder
• 1/4 tsp baking soda
• Chicken broth to mix

Put a pot of broth on the stove top over med/med-high heat to prepare to cook the dumplings. Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl. Add enough chicken broth to make a sticky dough. Mix well. Then add extra flour to be able to roll out dumplings. Cut into dumplings and drop into hot broth. Cook till tender.

**My Great Aunt Do (Dorothy Henderson), put this recipe in a family cookbook one year. It was a collection of recipes from different family members across the generations. She said that Great Grandma Rose (her mom) never measured anything. One day Grandma was going to teach her to make the dumplings. Every time Grandma Rose would put an ingredient in the bowl, Aunt Do would have to take it out and measure it. And that is how we were able to get a recipe from someone who never measured anything!

“These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.” – Robert Frost

I read the passage above and envision a white canvas of snow that coats the trees. The carpet of white untouched and silence that comes with that blanket will still the world.

This terrain, in my mind, is best conquered with a sturdy pair of boots vs 4 wheels. When the temperature is just right and the sun is warming you as you hike, the silence is calming and gloreous.

Hiking not your thing. Bundle up and head out to your driveway before the rest of the world awakens. Just stand there for a moment. Take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and just BE for a minute.

Now get your behind INSIDE! It is January in INDIANA! Are you crazy?!?!

Now down to the nitty gritty – SNOW ICE CREAM

Stay Just Peachy, Friends!

-Charity

SNOW ICE CREAM

Find a patch of clean snow (unless you thought to set your bowl out before the snow hit). Get about a gallon of clean snow, 1 cup or so of sugar, then add milk till it becomes melty and ice cream consistency. Then add a splash of vanilla, stir, & serve!

Do you ever look up a recipe on the internet and the author wants to tell you about what made her love this recipe? She wants to tell you what the weather was like and how she felt when she first stumbled upon the delicious concoction she is about to grace your computer screen with? Well, yeah, I’m going to do that too. Feel free to scroll to the bottom for the recipe.

When in college, I was able to intern with a company that owned a lot of Arby’s restaurants in my junior and senior year. There were 10 of us total interning at the restaurants in Lafayette and West Lafayette. I learned a lot from the people there. My GM, Mike Garrity, was the best. He knew how to lead and how to have fun at the same time. He seemed to be able to balance the craziness of food service with his family life. He had the respect of his team which made people want to have his respect in return. He was engaging with the customers and ran a tight ship. I was incredibly lucky to have had him as one of my first important managers and leaders of my career. Those managers can shape a person’s career in either a positive or negative way. Even if I wouldn’t have continued into food service, I know the lessons I learned from him would stick with me and mold me into the person I am today. I am eternally grateful to him and my time spent at the West Lafayette Arby’s .

So what does this have anything to do with No Bake Cookies?? While there, another manager, Mary, gave me my first No Bake Cookie recipe. I have been following this recipe since 1999. I hope you enjoy!

Thanks, Arby’s team of 1998-1999 for the lessons and the love!

Stay Peachy, friends.

-Charity

NO BAKE COOKIES

Ingredients: 2 cups sugar, 1 stick butter, 1/2c peanut butter, 3 Tablespoon cocoa, 1/2c milk, 3c oats, splash of vanilla

Instructions: Combine sugar, cocoa, butter, & milk in sauce pan over medium heat. Bring to a hard boil for 1 minute. Remove from heat. Add PB. Stir till mixed well. Add vanilla and oats. Stir until thick and completely blended. Drop by the spoonful onto parchment paper and let cool. Enjoy!

If you would have asked 18 year old me where I’d be in my 40’s, my answer would not have been still here!

I went to a small country school in Shelby County, A Spartan I was and a Spartan I still am. I didn’t really enjoy high school much. Even then, I didn’t like to sit still. I wanted to learn quickly and move on to the next adventure. Sitting in that building for 4 years was an eternity! I could not wait to get out of there and see what was next.

What was next was more school. A Boilermaker I was and a Boilermaker I still am. Those 4 years were not quite as agonizing. They were filled with excitement of internships, school trips, friends from across the world, and the endless possibilities of what was to come. I had grand ideas of moving to Chicago or New York. I wanted to oversee beautiful restaurants or magnificent hotels. I wanted to do anything but come back to this town.

I think a lot of young people feel like that. They don’t quite understand the importance of hometowns. I know I did not. I finally understood when I met my husband. He taught me patience and how to plan for what I want. I knew how to go after what I wanted but the patience to achieve it, well, patience was never my strong suit. So after 20 years of working for others, dreaming of how to become what that 18 year old me thought I’d be, I sit in my beautiful café and I am humbled. I am humbled that a God who can lead me anywhere, led me here. I am in awe of the community support and love. I am so grateful for my family & friends that jump in and do what needs to be done whenever it needs to be done And I am proud. Proud of what we have achieved in such a short time. Hometown Love. Hometown Pride.

Life is short in the grand scheme of things. Live it. See the world. Meet new people. But always remember where you come from. Your hometown might not be for you but we’ll always be here. I am so thankful my path brought me home. So, yeah, I’m still here and I’m loving it!

Stay Just Peachy, friends.

-Charity