1. Who taught you how to cook?
It was a team effort. My mom – like me – isn’t really a GREAT cook; she makes a few things well (kind of “signature dishes”) and she obviously nourished a family … but it wasn’t her “thing.” Her mother – my Oma – was a WONDERFUL cook who actually learned home making in the 1930’s as part of Germany’s Hitler Maidens program (and no, she wasn’t part of the Nazis or anything like that – it was just required she participate), and she worked for large farming families in East Prussia as a young adult, taking care of their children and households. She was a WONDERFUL cook – but she passed away before I was really interested in learning to cook from her (my mom learned some basics from her, which she has taught me).
In the mid 1990s, I was a young Army wife with no children yet, and my downstairs neighbor introduced me to cooking with garlic and other such things that I had NO IDEA how to work with! She was a former dietitian and was very much into cooking from scratch with healthy ingredients. I learned quite a bit watching her cook (thankfully, they had us over to eat OFTEN!!).
Since then, I’m kind of self-taught. I’ve watched a lot of Food Network and now I read a lot of blogs where I pick up tips and recipes. I am still not a great cook, but I’ve come a long way!! As my family says, I’m a pretty good recipe-follower any more! 🙂
2. Have you been told you think too much? Are too much of a perfectionist? Are too sensitive? Were they right?
OH MY SOUL, yes!! Just read my blog … I think too much and over analyze all the time!! I am not sure that I’m a perfectionist – but I know I greatly disappoint myself when I don’t meet up to my own expectations (which are VERY HIGH!!). I can be too sensitive, but I work hard to not take things too personally. So, anyone who has ever opened my eyes to these things (mostly my husband and closest friends), YES, they ARE absolutely correct.
3. As a child did you have a favorite blanket or toy? Tell about it.
I had a few cherished items. There’s a white blanket that my older daughter now has that was mine as a child. It is more of a bed blanket as opposed to one I carried around with me. I had a favorite doll – her name was Schlumpl (a German kind of nonsense word), and she squeaked when you pushed her belly. She also had over all curly hair and ONE long strand right in the middle of her head (???!) which I kept always in a barrette. Schlumpl very recently finally literally tore apart at her seams and lost all her insides and had to be thrown away. :*(
4. What ‘institution‘ do you have the most faith in?
Honestly, not very many, if any. I mean the government – nope. Not even church, if you want to call it that – churches are led by people, and people can let you down, fall, or make irrational decisions. I don’t even have faith in the institutions of higher learning as many are going so extremely liberal.
You know, the ONE AND ONLY institution I do have hope for is THE HOME (if you can call it an institution?), particularly, my home: my one safe, secure, though imperfect haven!!
pansies, for sure!! love them, any color!!!
6. What superpower do the kids in your neighborhood seem to posses?
There aren’t many kids in my neighborhood … so I don’t really know how to answer.
7. Are you a fan of the cranberry?
I’m kindda neutral. I can eat cranberries (gelled or berries), but I don’t “have to” have them. Not big on cranberry juices or breads.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
On my own blog, I am celebrating “30 Days of Thanks” this November. I tend to sometimes see things too realistically or perhaps too negatively. I don’t like to be let down, and I’d rather prepare for the worst and be surprised by the best. So, focusing on gratefulness helps me dwell on POSITIVE things in my life and my surroundings.
However, some days, I just want to quite trifling – I want to quit pretending that I’m ok and just say: “TODAY I AM NOT OKAY – TODAY I AM NOT THANKFUL and WISH I HAD SOMETHING ELSE!! Today I just wish I were rich, I wish I didn’t have to deal with certain people or situations, and I wish my life were different!!!!” Just blurt it out there, shock the entire Christian community with my ungratefulness of the moment, and not be sorry about it. Then, I’d get that out of my system, look around me, and realize I HAVE THE LIFE I AM SUPPOSED TO HAVE. But at least I got to vent a little bit of my honest, deep-down frustrations or desires … just for a few minutes. Then reality can settle in again – and I can truly be thankful anyway.
(not sure if I expressed that well – because I don’t want to come across as discontent – but just saying there are moments when I AM discontent, even though I try not to be!!). :0)