Some people say relationships on social media can only run so deep. If they stay only virtual, then that may be true. But then there are those that lead to real in-the-flesh, hug-your-neck types of friendships. Today’s post is from one of those persons for me — Kathryn Whitaker who hangs her digital cowgirl hat at TeamWhitaker.org. Before meeting in real life, we connected on Twitter and discovered we both went to grad school at Iowa State University, attended the same parish in Ames, met our husbands on blind dates, and are both neurotic control freaks. No wait, that’s just me. Her “How Do You Do It?” series is one of the best things the Internet has going for it these days. And the girl knows how to throw a party. Take it away, Kathryn.
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If I ever want to feel like “Mom of the Year,” I bust out this recipe.
Several years ago, when we were living in the cold Midwest, my good friend Jennifer shared this recipe with us. She and I both hail from the same part of Texas. In Lone Star speak that means that our hometowns were less than 45 minutes from one another — a rarity in the vast countryside we call Texas. The two of us had a penchant for warm and hearty soups. This soup has everything a parent, and child, could love — spice, dairy, substance, and crunch. It’s also easy to make which makes it a kitchen winner at our house.
As we enter into the Lenten season and begin stripping away all the extraneous, recharging our souls and rediscovering how Christ can use us as His disciples, I am reminded of one of the most important Biblical lessons: the importance of community. Jesus found that His most intimate moments were at table. His first miracle? A wedding feast. The night before his crucifixion? The Last Supper. While I may not be changing water to wine at my dinner table, I am shaping hearts, molding attitudes, hearing everyone’s “best” and “worst” from the day and smiling at the love of my life across the pile of napkins and dirty silverware. This is where I’m called to perform my corporal acts of mercy, share my most intimate moments, form disciples — one meal, one plate, one glass of spilled milk at a time.
By heritage, I believe chili is just meat and spices. So, in our household this isn’t chili, but “Tasty Soup.” Call it what you want, just “don’t call me late for dinner” as my dad would say. The beauty of this recipe is that it can be made by little hands, cooked and frozen for later, or whipped up in a flash if time is not on your side this Lenten season.
Spoons up and may your miracles at table be many!
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