the spell begins to break

 

Can you hear it?

The unmistakable sound of a million branches snapping back into position after the weight of their ice-glaze has shattered. The loud rain falling from the wet burden of the trees. The silent gray world is suddenly roaring with sound—even the birds whistle louder when the rays of sunshine fall on their wings for the first time in weeks. Gray bursts into sparkling diamond-silver and I can see green in the pine trees. And look—I even have a shadow again.

The sky. It’s blue. The sun. It’s there. My soul feels alive for the first time in many long, dismal days.

They say Aslan is on the move.

grace for the gray days

 

It’s here. That long stretch of winter that is January and February, gray and thick and cold like murky pond water. Not a breath of wind stirs the fog from the valley; the mountains are shrouded beneath it like huge sleeping bodies. The trees are silent sentries, bony as skeletons, lifeless and still. It’s cold like death, in a way that makes every pain and fear in my heart throb harder.

So I stop, and in the dismal gray of winter I choose to find grace.

Grace: that God has given us His Word, and that daily I’ve been able to make time for its chapters. That I have a community of friends who are also believers and are reading alongside me, day by day, with a goal of having read the whole Bible by June. That words millennia old can still be relevant to me, here, now. That God is sovereign and good even when it doesn’t feel like it.

Grace: that I have a healthy brain and the will to use it. That I got to finish high school, to devour college-level algebra with A++ scores even though math is my weak subject, to spend a year studying the Bible. That even now I can choose to learn nearly anything because the Internet is available to me. That my brother and sister showed me a site called Duolingo, where I have learned 95 German words in only a few days and can speak in the sentences of a foreign tongue better than I could after a whole year of high school Spanish. That when God scattered the people and confused the tongues at Babel, He paved the way for words like “Entschuldigung,” which I can’t even say without smiling.

Grace: that my sister and I are such friends, and that even when swamped by her homework, she makes the time to watch an episode or two of Once Upon a Time with me in the evenings. That she understands my movie references and that we feud over whether Rumplestiltskin or Captain Hook is the more awesome villain, but are both in wholehearted agreement about the epicness of Loki and Darth Vader.

Grace: that I can run, jump, lift, and work out without getting exhausted. It wasn’t always that way; there have been whole chunks of my adult life when I was too sick and too weak to do much of anything without severe repercussions. But in the past few weeks I’ve found, finally, an energy that I haven’t had for a long time, and with it has come a joy in hard work and an optimism and confidence for every other area of my life.

Grace: that I have been blessed in so many ways, that God has orchestrated my life perfectly so that my path would cross with the paths of untold others who would have huge impacts on my life. That He made a young man perfectly imperfect enough to fit perfectly into my own imperfections. That He chose my parents and my siblings so that I would be molded into who I have become, that He sent me to Florida to meet the roommate I needed most so that I could later be changed by a community of other believers in PA who still give me prayer, counsel, happy memories, and many smiles from 2,500 miles away.

Grace. Grace that He knows all. That He cares about all. That He is the Source of joy, and that His love will never let me go.

a pizza experiment

 

Have you seen those cauliflower crust pizza recipes floating around on Pinterest? I’ve been curious about them for awhile now (and, admittedly, rather skeptical) and since the weather has been nothing but a cold gray fog for the past few weeks, I decided to channel my creative energies into something warm and cozy and (hopefully) yummy, where the ugliness of the outdoors doesn’t matter: solving the mystery of cauliflower crust pizza.

I thought for sure the crust would fall apart, or taste like boiled cabbage, or something of the sort. But strangely enough… it was really rather delicious. It tasted like pizza, not cauliflower… but without any of those nasty white carbohydrates. And just in case anyone else was curious about this phenomenon, I thought I’d share my recipe (which I adapted from one I found here) and results with you. :)

Ingredients

• one head of fresh cauliflower
• one egg
• 1-1/2 cups shredded pizza cheese of your choice, divided
• 1 tablespoon Italian seasoning
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1/8 teaspoon pepper
• 1 cup pizza sauce of your choice

Directions

1. Wash the cauliflower thoroughly; remove leaves and thick core and cut the remainder into florets. Dry the florets in a towel (the less moisture, the better!). Using the pulse action on your food processor, chop the cauliflower until it is about the size and texture of cooked rice.
2. Spread the cauliflower evenly over a baking sheet lined with aluminum foil. Warm in the oven at 170 degrees for 30-40 minutes, leaving the oven door propped open so that moisture can escape.
3. Remove cauliflower from the oven and pour onto a clean towel. Squeeze out as much excess moisture as possible.
4. Place cauliflower in a medium mixing bowl. Add egg, 1/2 cup cheese, Italian seasoning, salt, and pepper and mix well.
5. Press the mixture evenly onto a parchment-lined baking sheet in a circle or square shape, as desired. You’ll want it pretty thin (I kept mine under 1/4 inch).
6. Bake the crust at 450 degrees for 15-20 minutes, until firmly set and golden brown.
7. Spread sauce and remaining cheese over the top of the cooked crust, as desired.
8. Broil the pizza until the cheese is melted and bubbly, as desired.

*Remember, if you wish to add meats to this pizza, they will need to be pre-cooked because the topping is only broiled.

Yep. Yummy. Getting the cauliflower in “riced” state is a bit of a pain, but I feel a heck of a lot better knowing that if I ever have to go gluten free—there will still be pizza!!