Sweet Parsnips

 A few weeks ago, I had to cut up a parsnip in cell biology lab to do some protein tests on it. It was the first time I had ever held a parsnip. We had to cut it up and it smelled really good---kinda carroty, but different. So I decided that I wanted to make something with them. Not the ones we tested, but ones from the store, of course. I found this easy recipe online to start with. I am always in need of side dishes and this one would go with so many main dishes.

Sweet Parsnips
¾ lb of parsnips (about 2 medium)
¾ lb of carrots
1 medium sweet onion, like a Vidalia
3-4 T. honey
Salt & Pepper
Fresh parsley, chopped

Wash, peel and chop parsnips, carrots and onion. Heat skillet on medium heat, spray with non-stick spray. Place parsnips & carrots in pan and cook 5 minutes. Then, add onion and cook until tender.

Add 2 tablespoons of honey to vegetables and toss until honey melts a bit and coats the vegetables. Add another 1-2 tablespoons of honey to taste. Sprinkle in some salt and pepper, to taste. Sprinkle with parsley.

 

Serving with Love

With my very busy schedule right now trying to attend classes, study enough for classes that are very difficult for me, and all the mommy things I need and want to do, I’ve been thinking a lot about serving at home. I do not feel like I have time or energy to do enough for my children. And on top of this, I’m supposed to be working a 10-hour-a-week internship this semester if I ever find one and work more hours in the summer.

 I pray constantly that my children know that it is a blessing that I can be in school since I need to get a job and I’m studying biology which I love, but they are always my number one, most important priority.

I want to share a little about my parents service in our home since they are my examples. I have to take my 3 children to 3 different schools at 3 different times in the morning before heading to school myself. All the schools are less than 10 minutes away from home by car.

When I was in high school, I attended early morning seminary at the church building. We lived in Ohio, so the building was not close. It took around 20 minutes to get there. My dad woke up early every morning so he could take me and the next year my sister also, along with a couple of other friends to seminary. Since it was 20 minutes away, he didn’t drop us off and go back home. He would stay at the church and then drive us home. He gave up sleep and a lot of time each morning to take us.

He also often would go out early to warm up the car on cold days so that we could all go straight from a warm house to a warm car. Remembering this has made me feel bad because I run out the door along with my kids, all freezing in the car until it warms up somewhere along the way.

I am the oldest of 6 kids. Some of you may have many children, but I only have 3 and cannot imagine keeping up with 6 children, laundry, cooking, dishes, sanity. Seriously I don’t know how you moms of many loved ones do it. There were times when my mother went to school and others when she worked on top of taking care of the home. And we didn’t make it easy. I do remember sometimes rallying my brothers and sisters for a cleaning game, but I don’t think it was often enough to do much good. And I do remember grumbling when my sisters and I, being the oldest, had to leave our warm seats in front of the TV for our usual lineup of shows and go wash dishes by hand.

I remember waking up on Saturdays to a whirring washer full of clothes and my mother putting away groceries from her very early morning trip to get it done early. She was up and busy while I slept. Now that I am a mom, I am so sad that I didn’t help much ever. My mom had so much to do and I usually just thought about what I wanted to do—listen to my cassettes, hang out with my best friend, go swimming.

I am so grateful for all my parents have done and for their continued love and prayers. They served in the church, in the community and at work, but they never put that ahead of their children. Their service in the home was a sacrifice, but one I will always remember.