As you may have gathered from comments I’ve dropped here and there, I do not have my own home. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have a home, but the city I live in is very expensive and some years ago, well, financially I was going under. In that moment God’s rescue came, as it often seems to, in the last boat I wanted to climb into: moving home with mom and dad. I planned on being here months at the most, but it has been years: good years, frustrating years, lo-o-ong years but vital years. I have found healing here, in a number of areas, including my finances.
what I whipped up that was tasty