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From the Brave Girl Camp recipe collection…buttermilk syrup and waffled french toast

You will never choose maple syrup again…

(Note from Kathy…Warm and buttery homemade syrup over crispy-on-the-outside, creamy-on the-inside french toast made in a WAFFLE maker…I’m telling you, you MUST make this incredible recipe from Chelsea & Kallie  (my daughters) as soon as possible! They have made this for us several times at Brave Girl Camp and family events and I asked Chels to do a guest post for us today to share it with our Brave Girl friends…it’s a perfectly DELICIOUS recipe for any fall morning. Enjoy!! xoxoxoxo)

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At my house, this is our very favorite breakfast.  My sister, Kallie shared her Buttermilk Syrup recipe with us and now we make it every chance we get.   Saturday breakfast, breakfast for dinner, breakfast with friends, breakfast at the cabin, Christmas breakfast…

You are definitely going to want to try this creamy, delicious Buttermilk Syrup, served over Waffled French Toast.



When the recipe starts like this…

…it’s bound to be delicious, right?  Right.

Begin by melting 1 cube (1/2 cup) of butter in a deep, heavy saucepan.   Add 1 cup of sugar, 1 cup of buttermilk, 1 Tbsp vanilla and 1 tbsp corn syrup and bring to a boil.  Next, add 1/2 tsp baking soda and this…

…will turn into this!

It makes it so foamy and delicious.  You are going to love it, I promise.

(I found this bottle at the $1 store…it’s just perfect for this syrup!)

Now on to the french toast.   First, you will need 6 thick slices of bread (sourdough is especially yummy).   Combine 2 eggs, 2/3 cup milk, 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon, 1/4 tsp ground nutmeg, 1 tsp vanilla and a pinch of salt.  Wisk together until it is mixed well.

Dip the bread in the egg mixture, coating each side well.  Normally, you would put in onto a hot griddle (which happens to be ALMOST as delicous), but we like to use our waffle iron.  This add a wonderful crispness to the edges and creates perfect little pockets to hold on to that yummy syrup!

Plate yourself up a couple pieces….and don’t even think about being stingy with the syrup!  You could serve it with bacon & eggs, hashbrowns & ham, but to be honest, this little beauty might be all you need.

Heaven.

You will be glad you tried it….and so will your family…mine sure was!

Enjoy!

just feelings

Have you ever felt something you thought you shouldn’t feel?  Actually maybe I should change the question because when you feel something you’re not supposed to feel, you avoid feeling it… or at least I do.  I talk myself out of it.  I go over, under and around it, but never through it.  I wouldn’t want to feel something I shouldn’t or give attention to something I don’t really believe in but that has come into my mind and heart, right?  That’s what I used to believe.

Like a lot of other people in the country, our little family has been struggling financially for the last little while…about 8 months or so.  And like a lot of other people, our prayers became a little longer, a little more sincere, a little more frequent when we realized that we were in way over our heads and wouldn’t be able to catch up or stay afloat without His help.  We prayed and we believed and we hoped that each day would be better than the next.  Sometimes it was, but most of the time it wasn’t so we held onto each other and prayed some more.  Months and months and months went by…

I can’t speak for my husband…he is such a rock to me and doesn’t seem to lose hope ever, but my emotions and feelings were all over the place at that time.  It seemed like I could go through every emotion and feeling in one day or one hour.  Hope in contrast with great despair were at the top of the list.  I felt angry at the situation.  I felt helpless and completely dependent.

I wanted to feel angry at God for failing us and for not answering our prayers and for making us rely on others.  I wanted to blame Him for where we were and I wanted to know where He was.  Didn’t He know what we were fighting every day?  Couldn’t He see?  Didn’t He care for us? What more did He expect of us?  Where was His power and mercy when we needed it most?

BUT

I didn’t let myself feel that way.  I kept those feelings in the pit of my stomach and if they ever started to come up, I swallowed them back down.  I never let them out.  I made them stay where I thought they belonged….until one day I was talking to Melody.  She asked how I was really doing and I told her things were okay and that we were fine and she didn’t believe me and kept asking questions and really listening to the answers.  And slowly my feelings started coming out…cautiously and slowly at first…then when I knew it was safe I told her everything that I had been fighting.  I told her how I wanted to be mad at God and I wanted to feel bitter and resentful and how I felt SO guilty for feeling that way.  Her answer was so simple:

they’re just feelings.

They’re just feelings.  They are not who you are or what you believe.  All they want is some attention.  So give them some attention and then teach them the truth.  She told me to get my journal and write about everything I had been holding back, and I did.

While I was writing, I felt every single thing that I had been holding back.  And when I was done writing about how I felt and how I’d been wanting to feel for so long.  I wrote what I KNEW in the deepest parts of my soul about those feelings…that God had not abandoned us, that He would CERTAINLY answer our prayers, that He had great things in store for us, that he was more aware than I knew of our situation, that He felt as much anxiety as I did about the welfare of our family.  I knew that He loved us as only an Eternal Father could and that there was a reason for everything He had allowed us to endure.  I knew that everything He did was for our benefit.

That’s how I gave my feelings the attention they wanted and taught them the truth and guess what?  Not much has changed – we are still praying and hoping and believing and pleading.  Letting myself feel those things did not change who I am or what I believe or what I know in my heart of hearts.  I found out that it’s okay to feel…even when what we feel comes head to head with what we believe because after all, they’re just feelings.

Take Good Care,

Kallie

23 years and counting…

These are my in-laws, Dan and LaNae Maughan:

{Dan and LaNae holding Jackson – my son and their first grandson}

I could write volumes about how incredible they are and about the things they’ve taught me about how to live and how to be in the short 3 1/2 years that I’ve known them.  My father in-law was hit by a car 23 years ago, and wasn’t supposed to survive.  He did, and though he has many physical handicaps, he lives life to its fullest.  He’s taught me so much because of the way he deals with his disabilities.  He is definitely a candidate for #1 Brave Boy.  BUT we’re talking about Brave Girls here, so I want to tell you about the love of his life,  LaNae who is one of the bravest girls I know and who has handled difficult things in her life with more grace than could possibly be expected from a person.  In her attitude, her expectations, her sense of humor, her faith and the way she lives her life she is one of the best examples I’ve got.

A lot of the things I know about LaNae, I’ve learned from my husband Jeff.  He was only two when his dad got hurt, so he’s only ever known a dad who needs help with almost everything he does.  Two years old, with no formed ideas about life and the way it should be – still dependent on his mother to teach him everything he would need to know to make it through life.  I know that during the time just after Dan’s accident and at many other times in his life, he looked to his mother to know how he should react.  I know she taught him well because just after we got married, I asked Jeff if he ever felt mad that his dad couldn’t play catch with him, or that he had to help his dad instead of his dad helping him.  He answered me matter-of-factly, “No…guess I never thought about it” and that was that.   My husband is an exceptionally good man, but you can’t tell me he came up with that from his own experience.  He never thought about it because she never thought about it.  Instead of looking back with regret, she spends her life looking forward in hope.  She doesn’t feel anger or resentment or spend her time wishing things could be the way they were before the accident.  I have never heard a cruel word spoken against the young man who hit Dan nor have I heard a complaint at the way things are.  What I hear from both Dan AND LaNae are acceptance of the way things are, hope in a better life day by day and faith that everything will work out the way it is supposed to.

Before I really knew my husband or his family, I knew of them.   Without knowing about my father-in-law’s disabilities, I knew that in the years before Jeff and I started dating, they took family trips to Europe and Hawaii.  You might think a tragedy of the magnitude this family had experienced would make a person into a hermit of sorts.  Not by choice, but by the amount of effort it would take to be any other way.  I mean, thinking about putting my one-year-old into his car seat is almost enough to keep me home unless I absolutely have to go out.  But not LaNae.  Consider going to the movies (which they do for date night every Friday.)  First she helps him get his coat on, then waits as he makes his way to the car {something he can do on his own, but it takes him a l o n g time}.  While he’s getting in the car, she hefts his wheelchair into the trunk and they’re off.  She drives.  At the theater, she unloads his wheelchair and waits for him to get unbuckled and get out.  She wheels him in and pays then they make their way to their seats where she looks for a seat that’s not too close to the front, but not up too many stairs either.  She has taken Dan everywhere from Europe to China to Hawaii, across the country for bi-annual family reunions, camping, on hikes (I’ll have to find the pictures to prove that) and everywhere in between.  She has not let the fact that her husband is disabled stop her from doing anything!  She is successful in business and even went back to school a couple of years ago for her MBA.  All while caring for her children, her home and her dear husband.

LaNae has learned to wake up an extra 15 minutes early every morning so she can put Dan’s socks and shirt on {the only parts he can’t do} before she goes to work.  She is his translator when he needs it, his chauffeur, his therapist and his cheerleader.  She nurtures her family and provides for them and most of all has shown them through her example how to live fully.  She is helpful, hopeful, cheerful, optimistic and loyal.  She is everything a brave girl should be and I’m proud that my babies get to call her grandma.