We put this yummy yummy salsa on some grilled cod the other day and it was oh so tasty. The trick is to grill the pineapple first – slice your pineapple into one-inch-thick slabs and grill till it has those nice lines, then chop it up and mix it with some cilantro, red onion, lime juice, olive oil, rice vinegar, and salt and pepper. Very sweet and satisfying!
…and, stay tuned toward the end of the week for an update on our newest little addition-to-be!
I so frequently hear women say, “Childbirth is what our bodies are designed for. Just sit back and let your body take over – you don’t need no stinkin’ doctors or drugs.” I agree that childbirth is one of the things that our bodies are designed for, but I also believe that we are living after the Fall. God cursed childbirth and gave us much pain and hardship in it, just as he cursed the ground and gave our husbands pain and hardship in their duty to tend the earth and provide for us.
So I am not one of those women who likes to “just listen to my body” all the time. Sometimes I need to ignore my body. For example, on Saturday I got the urge to get down on my hands and knees and scrub my kitchen floor and then polish it. This was undeniably the result of some unwelcome pregnancy hormone because as any close friends or family can attest, this is not a normal urge for Betsy. My kitchen floor usually has a random coffee bean and probably a bit of dried spaghetti somewhere in the corner under a cupboard. But I gave in to the urge on Saturday. Now my floor is very pretty, but I am in pre-term labor. I’ve had multiple ridiculous nesting urges over the past two weeks that have brought me to this point. And now here we are, fighting what my body is trying to do in order to keep my baby inside so she can be born healthy and closer to term. I do need my doctor and I do need my drugs because my body is very confused.
I imagine that before the Fall there wouldn’t have been such a thing as pre-term labor (someone please correct me if my theology is off). But here we are, laboring away under the curse. But God is kind and this labor is not in vain, nor are we doing it without His guidance and strength. Sometime in the next two weeks our Evangeline will be in our arms rather than in my belly and we can laugh heartily in the face of the serpent. God is good, and He does not abandon us.
I’m really not sure what the purpose of these are, but I saw some similar ones on Etsy and thought that they looked like a fun place to use some of the fabric I’ve been collecting. I suppose that they just serve to glam up what are normally very mundane birds eye cloth diaper burp rags. Whatever the reason, I like them, and there are two packed away in my hospital bag.
As a bit of an aside, I think these are also a great testimony to expectant fathers-to-be how undeniable the nesting urge can be sometimes. My husband came home and saw me making these and kind of just stood there for a minute and watched until I looked up and said, “Yes, I’m sewing pretty fabric on to diapers. I know, don’t ask, but I am.” And fortunately, he understood. 🙂
My mom gave me some frozen roll dough and told me that it makes great cinnamon rolls. So this morning I rolled the defrosted balls of dough in butter and then cinnamon/sugar and baked them up. I felt like dressing them up with a cream cheese frosting rather than the normal powdered sugar icing, so I googled around for a recipe and found this one (just ignore the rest of the recipe). It was fantastic! Plus the recipe made a good bit of icing so everybody could get all the icing they wanted. I highly recommend it!