Infusing the Spirit

According to Father Paul Duffner, supernatural virtues that come with sanctifying grace are known as infused which distinguishes them from natural virtues that are acquired. Acquired virtues are good habits achieved over time through our own repeated effort such as the habit of telling the truth (veracity),  the habit of dealing with trying situations (patience), and the habit of moderation in eating and drinking (temperance).

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Of Skeletons and Salsa

The Day of the Dead or Día de Los Muertos is celebrated in many countries throughout the world but where I live, we tend to think of it as a Mexican holiday. Indeed, it is.  Celebrated on November 1st, in Mexico it is treated as a national holiday and as the name implies, it is a day for families to honor those loved ones who have passed before them.

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Imitation Being the Highest Form

We all have food traditions – recipes that are woven into our holiday and heritage celebrations. They’ve been handed to us with instructions scratched in the margins of cookbooks, on dog-eared recipe cards, or sometimes via hands-on kitchen instruction. They have names like Elsie’s Cranberry Ice, Grandad’s Horseradish Sauce or other words that indicate the culinary lineage.

Cookbook Corner in My Kitchen

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Picnics with Papas

Baked. Fried. Crisped. Mashed. Scalloped. Hashed and Browned. I have a thing for potatoes. They’ve graced our table since I was born and my early aspirations to be a pilot were simply because I was certain that those were mashed potatoes dotting the sky.

Mashed?

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Happy Birthday!

My sister recently sent me an email looking for advice on a gift for her soon-to-be 16 year old. My reply? Uh, we’re not that big on birthdays.

This View is a Gift

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Oniondated!

The task of the poet is often to create the extraordinary from something household and mundane. Perhaps this is the reason the onion has been the focus of so many poems. Pablo Neruda wrote them as crystalline orbs holding magic within their layers. But today the final stanza of a Margaret Clark poem most appeals to me:

Onions
cannot help being metaphors; they would rather stay
mysteries in the moist soil. They would rather I unwrap
myself. If I could, I tell them through the blur, I would.

Worthy of Poetry?

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Monsoon Madness

Photo editing by Calvin Hamilton

Like an astral collision, it yanks me from the deepest of dreams. Heart pounding, I wait. Then it comes again, a percussion onslaught. Electric webs force fed from the sky to ground and then, softly but growing steadily, like the paw steps from an army of schnauzers. Rain. I smile and return to sleep.

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Kasundi Sunday

You already know that my family is eggplant challenged. While I adore the firm meaty vegetable that takes on other flavors, I’m alone in my own home. I’ve managed to create a few acceptable dishes over the years but realistically, my family wants it off the menu.

At the Center of the Recipe

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Honoring Okra and the Summer Games

Who knew? I was on my way to the office listening to an update about last night’s games when this story from National Public Radio struck me from across the airwaves. Apparently, from the dawn of the Olympic games until 1948, poetry was included as part of the competition.

Olympic Stamp 1960 Greece

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“I like pie”

Urban dictionary says that this is a phrase used to politely decline to engage in discussion, with the implication that the original speaker is deliberately trying to upset or post flamebait. Perhaps I will have to do a future post on flamebait but as this political season heats up with all of its rhetoric and smear ads, I prefer the idea of eating more pie.

Summer Tomato Pie

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