This year, I needed some creative ideas for St. Patrick’s Day decorations…I didn’t want to spend any money. I pilfered a picture from our entry way and a decorative bottle from my husband’s collection. I really wanted a bunting. I downloaded a template and cut some faux linen I had in my stash (and I did not do a great job of cutting on the grain). I used my pinking shears to trim it up and some decorative double fold…
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Tomorrow is Fastnacht day!!! Fastnachts are a doughnut consumed in Pennsylvania on Shrove Tuesday (the day before Ash Wednesday). This year it falls on Feb. 13. People order them by the dozens. It’s one…
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this post contains an affiliate link In the weeks before Christmas, we make plum pudding! My dear friend (of over 20 years), Kathy and I gather at her home to make it. Kathy and…
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It was luminaria night here last Saturday. Here in Bethlehem, luminaria night is a fund raiser for New Bethany Ministries and many people participate. Luminaria Night started nineteen years ago when neighbors wanted to…
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I had meant to write about the beauty of Moravian stars found in my community. That is, until, my daughter decided to pour blue slime down the inside of my Moravian star, necessitating a…
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Spring has come to Eastern Pennsylvania, melting the thirteen inches of snow we got two weeks ago. It is time for dandelion salad. Yes, you read that correctly. Dandelion here is a Spring delicacy.…
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Lent is not a time for rejoicing in food. In my tradition (Episcopal) we often think of Lenten discipline and things that we give up for Lent (as opposed to the things we look…
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If you haven’t figured it out already, I am an interfaith child. My father is Jewish, and my mother is Christian. It makes celebrating the holidays enjoyable and fun. In my home, we celebrate…
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In our family, kiffles are something we enjoy every holiday season (Christmas and Easter). A kiffle is a Hungarian cookie with a flaky dough and a delicious filling, much beloved in the Lehigh Valley,…
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Frost, ice, and some wet snow arrived today. It’s bittersweet. I love what the winter represents, a captured moment of stillness, the crunch of ice beneath my boots, red-cheeked children racing down hills on…