Wonderfully Easy Bread Machine Hamburger Bun Recipe
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Why Homemade Bread Machine Buns?
As someone who hates being rushed, and never feels like there is enough time in the day, why would I choose to make something like bread machine hamburger buns from scratch?
They taste amazing, and they don’t stick to the roof of your mouth when you take a bite like so many store bought versions do.
Plus, added bonus–I can pronounce all the ingredients!
Since I’m Not Exactly A Culinary Wizard
I appreciate a never-fail recipe that allows me to feel like I’m not completely failing at the homemaking thing. When my children look back they’ll have memories of mom baking breads and desserts, as well as healthy, colorful meals.
Hopefully they’ll also remember they’re loved.
The Bread Machine Book
When I first received my bread machine, the only recipes I had were those that came in the box. Eventually I stumbled across this book at a book swap. Suddenly my homemade bread game was on a whole new level.
One of my favorite recipes from this book is actually the recipe I’ve modified and shared here. It comes from page 75 of The Bread Machine Book written by Marjie Lambert.
7/8 cup milk
4 1/2 tbsp butter
3 tbsp sugar
3/4 tsp salt
3 cups bread flour
1 tbsp yeast
Begin by placing all ingredients in your bread pan in the order suggested by your machine instructions.
Set machine for dough stage.
When the machine’s cycle is finished, remove the dough and punch down.
Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
Cut dough into eight even sections.
Allow the dough to rest for 5-minutes.
Oil two baking sheets (or use a Silpat mat like I do).
Roll each piece of dough into a round ball.
Flatten ball into a patty measuring approximately 3 inches wide and 1/2 inch thick.
Place rolls onto the prepared sheets.
Cover loosely, and allow to rise for 20 minutes.
Bake 12-15 minutes until golden brown.
Cool then slice down the center for the traditional hamburger bun look.
Just a side note: These are amazing to just munch on as dinner rolls as well.
If you like this recipe, in the comment section below, let me know how it turned out.
Until next time,
Have you tried my favorite muffin recipe? If not, check it out here. You won’t regret it, and your kiddos will sing your praises.
Making the Best Life for Your Family: Embrace Mediocrity. #lifehack
Pinterest Perfect Life Doesn’t Mean Best Life
Pinterest is one of those sites designed (in theory) to make life easier for people.
What I’ve noticed instead, is that it often just makes us busy moms, struggling to give the best life to our children, feel guilty for not giving the little ones Pinterest worthy birthday parties, meals, craft projects, or homeschool assignments.
Feelings of inadequacy do not help us live our best lives, or teach our children what is actually important in life.
You know, actually living it.
Those home-cooked meals you’ve made may not look like the stylized photographs you’ve found on that favorite pinning site, but they’ve filled those empty bellies. They’ve provided needed nourishment to growing minds and bodies.
That family birthday party with a slightly lopsided, mostly homemade cake, may not have all the razzle-dazzle or high price tag, but it was still filled with love. Also, who says a cake has to be perfect to taste delicious?
I won’t even get into craft projects. Being real here–I hate arts and crafts. They cause me so much anxiety, and could take an entire post just explaining the whys of that.
As for homeschool assignments repeat after me: Less is more.
So step away from the site of “perfect” and give yourself grace.
Dust Bunnies Aren’t a Sign of A Bad Life
We’ve all seen them, those wispy balls of fluff floating across our floors or huddled in the corners of rooms.
Even for someone who vacuums every day (when you have a dog shedding all the time, and a crawler, vacuuming every day IS the answer), dust bunnies can be a reminder of how imperfect our housekeeping is.
It’s taken a long time for me to accept this next part, and I still have to battle with myself over it from time to time.
Your House Doesn’t Have to be Perfect.
In fact, your family can be living the absolute best life; surrounded by dust bunnies, a sink full of dishes, and peeling paint.
I spent years (yes, years!) of my life stressing out about the cleanliness of my home.
Whenever anyone visited I was positive they were judging me based on the mismatched furniture or the sparsely decorated walls.
Not to mention the dog hair that had once again appeared on the rug in the center of the room.
It’s only been since my youngest was born, that I started to let go of that particular stress-inducer.
Something had to give, and it wasn’t going to be the baby snuggles.
As it turns out, a happy home doesn’t have to look like Martha Stewart decorated it, or that a personal maid cleans it.
Don’t Focus Too Much On Appearance
Appearance isn’t everything.
In an age where society is so caught up in what the one-percenters are doing, it might seem like the way things appear are actually the way things are.
That’s not the truth.
The truth is that some of the happiest people are living lives that appear to be lacking.
They aren’t driving fancy cars, carrying expensive cell-phones, or sporting the latest fashions.
In some cases the happiest people, the people living the best lives they can, are barely scraping by.
So how could they possibly be happy? How could their lives be considered good?
They’re Actually Living
Without all the trappings the world has decided people need, truly happy people get to enjoy the life they’re living. They focus on their loved ones; making memories, working together, sharing struggles and successes, supporting one another.
They’re not worried about posting perfect pictures on social media, or selling people on the idea that a particular product will bring instant happiness.
No, the people who are living life most likely are chasing around a toddler with a runny nose, praising God for providing food for the table, and tripping over a child’s toy while listening to someone demand that their sibling stop looking at them.
They might even be burning dinner, because they forgot to set the timer.
Those people aren’t likely staging a beautiful scene with white furniture and impressionist artwork.
That impossibly perfect living room.
The thought alone boggles my mind.
Though, they might be studying the new crayon drawing their budding artist drew in the stairwell.
The Perfect Life Requires Embracing Mediocrity
Now, don’t get me wrong here. I’m not saying to go all in on a mediocre life. Don’t sit around in filth, or give up your dreams.
What I am saying is it’s okay to not do everything perfectly.
Embrace mediocrity in dinner making (unless you’re a gourmet chef, then that’s another story).
Embrace mediocrity in house keeping. Those dust bunnies won’t rule the world, but the children you’re raising might change the future of our world. A clean house can happen after those precious gifts from God have moved out. Then you might even be able to afford a maid (you know, once you’re no longer feeding the hungry masses known as your children).
Embrace mediocrity in material possessions. Things don’t really bring us happiness. Memories, laughter, and the hugs from our loved ones do. This might look like you not working 90-hour weeks, because you feel like you need to ‘show’ that you’re successful. Or it might look like putting away your screen and connecting with those around you.
Kids in the Kitchen: Perfect Snickerdoodle Cookie Recipe
No one is born a great cook, one learns by doing.”
Baking With My Children
In favor of being ‘real’, I’ll start this post by admitting I don’t enjoy sharing my kitchen with anyone. Especially not with children. I know, I can already hear the horrified gasps of other homeschool mothers who are much more domestic than I am.
I envy those mothers who experience great joy baking and cooking with their littles. For me though, it becomes just one more thing to be anxious about.
Since I want to make sure my children have all the skills they need to survive without their mom, it is important they learn how to do more than boil water or burn toast.
This means I need to get over my anxiety, not to mention my perfectionism, and let my kids into the kitchen.
Getting out of Their Way
When I bake, I consider myself to be organized and efficient.
Things are put away immediately after they’ve been used, and I clean as I go, because nothing is worse than a large clean up at the end of baking.
My children haven’t embraced this method yet, so all I can do is try to guide them so that it will become a habit for them as well.
This often looks a lot like I’m running a marathon without training. There is a lot of deep breathing and praying.
Recently I’ve been trying to get my eldest into the kitchen at least once a week. That might not seem like a lot, but I’m considering it baby steps in the right direction.
My eldest son (the six year old) has been helping me with meal prep too.
In time, my goal is to have them each cooking at least one meal a week. Obviously, I’m not there yet.
Like I said, baby steps.
Snickerdoodle Cookie Baking
Not too long ago, my daughter helped me bake these perfect snickerdoodles for the weekly treat. They were simple and didn’t cause me an anxiety attack.
She’s not a big fan of touching uncooked food with her bare hands, so I had to laugh at her when she rolled the dough balls in the cinnamon and sugar mixture. Sadly, I didn’t think to take pictures of the actual prep.
Hopefully I’ll have the presence of mind next time.
1 cup softened unsalted butter
11/2 cups sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons real vanilla
2 3/4 cups flour
1 1/2 teaspoons Cream of Tartar
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
Snickerdoodle Cookie Topping
1/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 Tablespoons cinnamon
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
In the bowl of your stand mixer: cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy (approximately 4 minutes). Scrape sides as needed.
Add eggs and vanilla and continue to cream for an additional minute.
Stir in flour, salt, baking soda and cream of tartar. Don’t over mix.
In a separate bowl combine cinnamon and sugar and set aside.
**Wrap dough and refrigerate for 30 minutes**
Remove dough from refrigerator and roll into balls until round. I use a cookie scoop to make the balls even.
Cover in cinnamon and sugar. Make sure they’re really coated. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.
Place on silpat lined cookie sheet.
Lightly press down in the center to flatten.
Bake for 9-11 minutes or until the edges begin to turn golden brown.
Allow these beauties to cool for 5-minutes before removing from cookie sheet.
Enjoy warm with your favorite tea or hot chocolate.
Until next time,
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Whether you’re a new mom, old mom, bio-mom, foster-mom, adoptive-mom… we’re in this together, because we’re all moms. We shouldn’t be perpetuating the cycle of guilt, by shaming other mothers. Join me in community with these mothers by reading their posts and showing them love and understanding.
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Until next time,
For a great book to help you through your personal mom-guilt moments I recommend Introverted Mom: Your Guide to More Calm, Less Guilt and Quiet Joy. You can get your copy here.
If you’re looking for mom great reads you can find a list in this post too.
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When Catching Zs Has Become Illusive
There have been several times throughout life when sleeping has been a challenge. These moments are often caused by stress, heartache, or babies.
Sometimes though, the reason for sleeplessness is because I can’t seem to turn my brain off. It doesn’t matter how tired the rest of my body is, my mind decides it is more important to run through all the things needing my attention–or that I feel need my attention, however erroneous that belief is.
With four kids in various stages of needing mothering, it is important that I shutdown as quickly as possible so I’m actual of some use come morning. That’s easier said than done, I know.
Below I share several of the tips and tricks I use regularly to ensure I get the rest I need to not only function, but to interact with people (my children included).
Sare’s Seven Tips For Sleeping Well
Nighty Night Valerian Tea from Traditional Medicinals. This tea is by far my favorite night time drink. It tastes perfect with local raw honey for a hint of sweetness. Even on the toughest nights this tea works wonders. They recommend drinking it 30-minutes before you plan to go to sleep. I often pair this tea with my next tip.
Read a novel. This isn’t the time to pick up a heavy tome that you want to concentrate on. Pick a frivolous read. Something fun that will take your mind off pretty much anything except what is happening to the characters. I’m reading a series of Christian thrillers (Titus Ray Thrillers) recently that are enjoyable. Of course if you’re doing this using an e-reader with you may want to do this earlier in the evening, because of the next tip.
Avoid backlit screens for at least one hour prior to going to bed. You can read more about why we should avoid electronics before bed, here.
Take a warm shower. I’ve heard different takes on this. Some people say to avoid warm showers before bed, but I find that it helps to relax a lot of the tension I carry in my shoulders and neck. When my body is relaxed, my mind is relaxed too.
Brain dump. This is exactly what it sounds like. Grab a pen and some paper (not an electronic!) and dump everything that is swirling around in that brain of yours. I often write out my ‘to-do’ list before I go to sleep. It helps me to not suddenly ‘remember’ in the middle of the night, something I need to do the next day.
Recite scripture and pray. I often find myself doing this along with my final tip for falling to sleep. God’s word is great any time of the day, but it is most helpful when my brain is hyper-worried. Being able to give those worries to God, and using His word to do it pretty much guarantees a great night’s sleep.
My final tip is my favorite. Snuggle a sleeping baby. Yep. Cuddle up with that little bundle of squish you’re nurturing and loving all day. Since my youngest still sleeps with me, this is a daily part of my day, and like I said, my favorite. There is something so relaxing about listening to their little hearts beat, their gentle breathing, and their happy sounds that help relax even the most stressed out momma.
These tips are just a few possibilities you can try. They may or may not work for you, and I recommend you consult your family doctor if you regularly have issues with getting restful sleep.
We’re all busy mommas here, so I’d love any tips and tricks you’ve used to help you get that much needed sleep. Share them in the comments below. You should also check out my post here, for tips on calming the chaos we all experience as mothers. There’s a free printable included too. 🙂
When “Everything” is Going Wrong I Choose Joy in the One True God
Then you will find your joy in the LORD…
Just a side note, this post became a bit longer than intended, and may end up becoming a series of posts in the future.
When Joy Is Hard to Find
2019 has been an intense year. There has been joy, but there has been a lot of “hard” too.
Though, if I’m honest my family has been in a rough season since 2017 when my husband left Active Duty. It appears we’re not quite ready to reap the harvest yet.
If this past weekend is any indicator, we’ve got quite a bit more sowing left in this season.
To those who know us personally, it isn’t a surprise to know we’ve been struggling. The move from Active Duty to civilian life has not been an easy experience. There have been more bumps in the road than either my husband or I ever expected.
Life without the security of the Marine Corps is a constant act of faith.
Never have we been what you would call financially “well-off”, but we’ve always been able to provide for ourselves and our children without too much struggle.
Until we no longer could.
When we moved from Washington State to Virginia, we left nearly everyone we knew.
My children left their friends and Sunday school teachers they loved. I left my sister, my cousin, and my childhood best friend.
We also drove away broke, because of a paperwork error that took months to straighten out before the Marine Corps would release my husband’s final paycheck.
Driving across the country nearly penniless, heading to a state where we still hadn’t found a place to live, could have been terrifying.
Instead, there was joy.
Okay, there was some fear too, but whenever the fear would claw at me I’d remember that everything comes from God. That He would provide in His way and His time.
So, I gladly accepted the joy He provided.
I shared adventures with my favorite people as we explored amazing sites, both created by God and made by man; the joy of giggles and drinking too much caffeine; staying in questionable hotels that would be safer if they were condemned; and cramming three kids, a cat, a dog, and two adults as well as everything we thought we might need, into a minivan.
With excitement like that, who had time for fear?
Joy in God is Accepting Help
After arriving in Virginia things became more complicated.
We needed to find a place to call home.
What should have taken only a couple of days turned into a two-month ordeal.
During this time, God once again provided for us, by opening the hearts and home of our dear friends.
Looking back, I believe God led us to explore Classical Conversations in Washington simply so we could connect with Rachal and her family, because once she moved to Virginia He led us away from CC and in another direction with our homeschool.
When Rachal and her husband offered us a place to stay while we looked for a house, neither our family or theirs expected it would be more than a weekend affair. So when place after place fell through and we were led to purchase a home instead of renting, my heart was filled with such gratitude and love when they welcomed us with open arms.
Let’s just say, there are times I think they deserved a medal (and possibly a parade) for that alone.
Having never needed to rely on others, accepting that my husband and I couldn’t do this on our own was difficult.
Especially since he was in a completely different state going through federal training.
Joy in God Comes When He Provides Family
Rachal and I weren’t close when we lived in Washington. We were friendly, and she was always willing to swing by and get my kids when I was dealing with rough moments during the pregnancy with my youngest daughter; we just didn’t spend time together outside of CC or our small-group Bible study.
God Knew What We Needed
Suddenly my kids and I were part of her family. We did pretty much everything together for those two months. My eldest daughter celebrated her 10th birthday sitting at their dining room table. She finally had older brothers, and she was thrilled to be there with them.
When I discovered I was pregnant with my youngest, Rachal and her husband were the first to know. In fact, they knew before I did, since they were convinced I was pregnant before I ever considered it. Later she was there holding my hand during the early morning hours as I gave birth to my youngest son.
Through every hoop we had to jump through while purchasing our house, to being hit with a stomach bug while pregnant, God filled me with joy.
There was joy in little things: having a second set of hands to snuggle my youngest daughter; someone to love on my “spirited” and struggling son, a church that had everything we were looking for. Things that would often be taken for granted just kept leading me right back to God, and the joy that comes from knowing He is taking care of each and every one of us.
God always provides, and my joy is always because of Him.
I Chose Joy in God Anew This Week
On Sunday as I prepared the kids and myself for church, I received a phone call from my husband. He’d been in an accident on I-95 and his car was totaled.
As the kids and I drove to pick him up, I sang praises to God. My husband’s car was totaled, and I thought I knew the hardship that would cause, but he had walked away from it without physical injury.
My children didn’t have to visit their father in the hospital, and I didn’t have to explain to them why their daddy wasn’t coming home.
Worries, Stress, and Choosing to Be Positive
Each day since the accident more and more obstacles have been placed before us. Some of them God immediately removed.
When He answers a prayer, the only thing I can do is praise Him and focus on the joy flooding through me.
Monday was especially rough, because my husband was trying to process what had happened, and I was as well.
The first wave of adrenaline and relief had past.
I woke up to a panic attack that only God could calm as I prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more, until finally the panic subsided and I was able to sleep again.
My husband was frustrated and bitter, and all I felt was an overwhelming sadness and heaviness of heart.
It didn’t take long before I was irritated with myself and decided to give it all to God.
I wrote out my prayers, my concerns, my frustrations, and my overwhelming belief in God. I wrote out my praises to Him.
Then I spent time in the study of Isaiah.
Isaiah 41 reminds us to stop lamenting and to return to rejoicing. That God provides for all our needs even during our struggles.
His testimony is that He will never forsake us.
We are to trust God as our shepherd and allow him to do it in the His way.
God Trumps Fear and Worry. Every Time.
While I immersed myself in God’s word, the fear and worry began to fade. Nothing had changed about our situation, but I gave that stress to God and accepted the peace and joy that replaced it.
Today things are still “bad” and there are no answers in sight. We don’t know where the next days and weeks will take us.
What I do know, is that I have joy.
Not because of any physical or material thing, but because I know joy in God.
The joy only experienced when you know God is in control, and that this isn’t our forever home.
Joy isn’t just a feeling.
It’s a knowledge that you’re never alone, and Our God is bigger than any problem we will ever face on Earth.
The Perfect Poetry Tea Time Cucumber Sandwich Recipe
Poetry Tea Time: A Family Favorite
The term “Poetry Tea Time” isn’t something I came up with myself, but discovered through the Brave Writer creator, Julie Bogart.
While my family’s tea-time rarely looks as artistically displayed as other families’, and we don’t spend much time on actual poetry.
Generally we read just one or two poems before we jump into other books we’re enjoying; and the tea is often replaced with hot chocolate, chocolate milk or smoothies, the feeling is the same.
It’s a time when we put away the stresses of the week, come together as a family and enjoy good literature and a special treat.
Once in awhile we will invite another family to join us, and the tea setting will look much more sophisticated. That’s half the fun of having others join us. It becomes more of a party atmosphere rather than a cozy time with each other.
Family Favorite Tea Time Treats
When it comes to the special treats at our tea-times, we change it up regularly. Sometimes we eat muffins, or donuts. Occasionally I’ll bake cookies or a cupcakes; once in awhile though, we go all out.
Today’s treat was a full spread. We loaded our plates with freshly sliced strawberries, deviled-eggs, and the easiest cucumber tea sandwiches.
We still didn’t dress up the table; none of our cups matched, and we still drank hot chocolate instead of tea–but those sandwiches were pure sophistication!
8 slices bread of choice–we used our basic honey wheat sandwich bread
8 ounce cream cheese softened
approximately 2 Tbsp parsley flakes
one thinly sliced cucumber peeled
In a medium bowl place cream cheese and allow to soften.
Add parsley flakes and mix.
Peel and thinly slice one cucumber, set aside.
Lay out eight (8) slices of bread. Spread cream cheese mixture on each slice.
Layer cucumbers on four (4) of the slices, then cover with the remaining four (4) slices of bread.
Sprinkle salt and pepper to taste.
Using a sharp knife cut into triangles (because nothing says sophisticated tea party like miniature triangles!)
Enjoy with your favorite beverage, or just shovel them in your mouth when no one is looking. They’re that simple and that tasty.
I almost feel guilty sharing this as a recipe because it is such a super simple treat. It’s perfect for children or when you’re looking for something different for lunches.
Another great recipe for tea time is hard-boiled eggs or deviled eggs. You can check out the instant pot “recipe” for perfect hard-boiled eggs here.
Filling Your Cup: Mom Approved Ideas for Daily Self-Care
Mothers Need to be Serious About Self-Care
As a momma of four, self-care is something I’m focusing on in my own life. It’s a habit I’m not always great at, but I keep trying.
I’m a work in progress.
Motherhood is a full time job; only unlike full-time jobs in the corporate world there aren’t vacation days, sick leave, or someone leaving donuts in the staff lounge.
The hours of motherhood are long–so very long– that finding time to go to the bathroom without a little one cheering,”Go Momma! You tinkled in the potty!”, is nearly impossible.
For these reasons, among others, mothers desperately need to make time for ourselves.
We need to carve out pockets of time to take care of ourselves, because we can’t take care of our little ones (or our husbands and homes) if we have nothing left.
“You can’t pour from an empty cup.”
Someone really smart
How to Make Time For Yourself
One of the hardest parts about taking time to recharge ourselves, is finding the time in our lives.
Between co-op, Awana, and Homeschool PE–not to mention planning and cooking healthy meals, cleaning the house, enriching the lives of my children through good books, and making sure those same children don’t suddenly decide they’re Superman and can fly from the roof of our house; there isn’t a lot of time left for me.
Especially when I still have a one year old who needs his nap-time snuggles, and to be perfectly honest, I need those snuggles too.
Things Were Getting Crazy, and By Things, I Mean Me.
For years the only self-care I was getting were from my daily home work out programs. I remember patting myself on the back thinking, I’m so smart taking this time for myself. This self-care stuff is simple.
There was a small problem with my thinking.
Self-care is more than just working out.
It’s more than a thirty minute sweat session. Especially if during that thirty minutes your mind isn’t focused on the moves, but on something else. It also doesn’t work if your children break your focus every few minutes.
I was getting into shape because I was working out daily, and I was paying attention to what I was fueling my body with, but I wasn’t feeling any more filled.
My mind and body felt depleted all the time, and I was not filling my children with loving attention.
Something Had to Give
When I finally realized I needed more in my life than a daily fitness routine, I started looking for other things to enrich my life. The problem with this was that I still didn’t have any extra time.
So, I started by cutting out extraneous things that didn’t bring me joy.
The first thing to go was Facebook. Suddenly I had a lot of extra time that I didn’t have before, but I wasn’t done cutting things out yet.
I’m quite a perfectionist, and that is a time consuming personality. In the last year I’ve focused on letting things go, of getting rid of this time eater. I’ve done this in small ways like: not worrying so much about the toys in the living room, or the unfolded blankets on the couch and chairs.
These little things led to other things that have made time-management easier. Like the printable in this post.
What Can You Cut Out of Your Schedule?
Before you go any further, take a moment to list the things you do throughout the day. This includes running errands, making meals, being a taxi, and scrolling through social media.
In case you were wondering, the time you spend binge watching Netflix also counts.
Once you’ve listed the things you do each day, decide what things you can cut out or at least down.
It’s important for us as mothers to make the time, not just wait for it to appear.
I know mindlessly scrolling through social media may help us check-out for a few minutes, but trust me, you’ll thank yourself if you cut it back so you have time for some real self-care.
Sare Approved Self-Care Ideas
Below is a list of just a handful of self-care ideas that are possible in short amounts of time. Things that have personally helped me to better focus on filling my tank, so that I can better fill my children and husband with love.:
Time in the Word.
Reading personal development books (Here are a few recommendations)
Reading a great novel
Enjoying a cup of tea or cocoa on the porch
Get moving (at home workouts bring a personal trainer straight to you, and for a time that works for you!)
Get a massage
Get your nails done (or do them yourself)
Take a long shower or bath
Stretch your body daily
Drink at least half you body weight in water daily
Try a new make-up technique
Wash your face
Crank up worship music and praise God
Enjoy a special treat. We have an amazing cupcake bakery near us, and I love going there and indulging in a gourmet cupcake.
Get enough sleep (this one is super important)
Eat a balanced diet. Remember fat is NOT bad for you. Stay away from things that claim they’re “low fat”.
Then place rack inside pot to prevent eggs from bumping and cracking.
Place eggs on rack, making sure they’re not stacked on top of each other.
Seal InstaPot, turning the pressure valve to the closed position, and set for 6 mins. (Depending on your pot you may want to play around with this a bit. I’ve seen times between 5-7 minutes. Six minutes makes perfect eggs for me).
After six minutes, manually release the pressure (open that valve).
Immediately place the eggs in an ice bath, or as I do, remove the inner pot and place it directly under cold running water.
Recently I stumbled across and interview Eva Mendes gave where she stated that the end of a marriage can be directly related to the wife wearing sweatpants.
If you want to read the original article that led to this posting click here.
Normally, I don’t pay a lot of attention to what celebrities talk about.
I especially don’t tend pay attention to celebrities who feel qualified to give marital advice when they’re not married.
However, reading many of the comments linked with these articles on social media made me reconsider.
In Society Today, Beauty is Only Skin Deep
There are a lot of women–too many women–who feel Eva Mendes is correct.
They believe in this day of Photoshop and plastic surgery what a wife wears is the true key to the longevity of their marriage.
I need to clear this up.
Or, at the very least, for the people who read my weekly ramblings.
What We Wear At Home Should Not Be a Deciding Factor in the Strength of Our Relationship With Our Spouse.
Marriages are a contract, yes, but they’re a contract that should be tied to a deep and abiding love and faithfulness– to not only our spouse, but to God.
When I got married, I distinctly remember the minister mispronouncing my short name, but getting my husband’s long, long, long name correct. the words, “for better or for worse” among the words my husband and I repeated.
I’m sure there are people who will smirk and say, “For better or for worse doesn’t have anything to do with bad style choices.” I disagree. Completely.
If my husband’s love for me were directly tied to the way I looked, our marriage would have ended years ago.
I may not wear sweatpants, but I also don’t wake up each morning before my husband so he doesn’t see me without my ‘face’ on.
For that matter, I rarely wear make-up, so there’s that.
He’s seen me with bedhead, fighting the stomach flu.
I’ve had chronic migraines, that have done nothing for the way I look; and long ago, he saw me when I drank too much.
None of these sights were pretty, and they’re all a heck of a lot worse than him seeing me in a pair of sweatpants.
Love Isn’t About the Way You Look, It’s About the Connection You Have With Someone’s Heart.
Love is the butterflies you get in your stomach when you know you’re going to see them; it’s the comfort their presence brings you, without them saying anything.
It’s knowing that you don’t have to doll yourself up all the time to impress them, because they’re impressed with the way God created you.
“Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes.Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”
1 Peter 3:3-4
They don’t love you because of the adornments you use to be fashionable or beautiful for a materialistic world.
I understand what she ‘might’ have been trying to say.
Women Should Take Pride in Themselves.
The biggest problem with associating this with a type of pants, is that people miss the bigger picture.
Pride in yourself is fine–as long as you remember everything you have is God’s.
Be careful about having too much pride in your good looks, your perfect body, or the clothes you wear.
All of those things are fleeting.
The beauty God created inside you–your heart and soul–those are where the true strength of your marriage will come from.
So, ladies if you feel like your husband (or boyfriend) will leave you if you don’t look your best, walk away.
He’s not the one for you.
Don’t sell yourself short for someone only interested in the outer trappings.
Find that person who will love you even when you’re looking your worst, because he’ll see the beauty God created.
Besides, no one wants to be worried about their hair or make-up at two in the morning–when they’re in labor.