As the name of my blog indicates, I spend a lot of time thinking about home. Of course, my Heavenly Home is the one that is eternal, so that’s where I need to lay up my treasures, and that’s the one I’m striving for. But in the meantime, I have been given this tiny piece of the here-and-now—this home on the edge of town, this family, this neighborhood—in which to serve Him. And, though this is in the earthly realm, I want the things that happen here to be investments in the Heavenly realm.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Food Fit For a Queen

For some reason, I was at a loss for what to cook for dinner tonight.  At the last minute, I decided to make fried potatoes (something I have done exactly twice in my life)...and suddenly I was a twelve-year-old girl in my childhood home! 

When I was a girl, my mom would sometimes make fried potatoes for weeknight suppers.  They smelled so good as they were cooking...but when they made it to my plate, I turned up my nose if they were too brown.  "They're burned," I would complain.  "I don't want to eat them." 

Unfazed, my mom would always tell me, "Queen Elizabeth's favorite food is fried potatoes."  And I would have to eat them.  For the queen's sake, I suppose. 

So tonight, we dined on royal fare.  And I remembered my mom's kitchen and the queen. 


  1. Oh, Cheryl. My mother fixed these fried potatoes a lot while we were growing up! I love them! The browner, the better. I've fixed them a few times, but Gary doesn't care for them. Maybe I could tell him they are fit for a king! Your photo looks so yummy!!!

  2. Yum (but I thought you were out of potatoes). :-)

  3. :-D That's where having a teenaged daughter comes in handy. You drive up to the library to pick up your hold and she goes in to get it. Then you stop by Food Lion on the way home and she goes in and buys a bag of potatoes. Easy peasy!


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