Blazing with Rach!

Thanksgiving is really an American holiday.  And I have too many American friends and non-American friends who celebrate Thanksgiving.  So, here's wishing you all a season of blessedness. Increasingly though, and even in Honduras, the season of commercialized Christmas seems to have superseded the Thanksgiving turkey in all its roasted glory.  I am once again reminded of this season through an overdrive of American retail marketing, the number of likes and re-posts on Facebook.  Don't get me wrong.  I think Americans have a stronger reason to celebrate Thanksgiving than Halloween and it's a great time to reflect on God's goodness. So, how do I, a non-American, respond to this special holiday in a foreign calendar? And this is my way of giving thanks to God Almighty - yes, God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit: 1.  Take a breather - chill, sit in my most comfortable chair with my Bible in hand.  And let my mind reflect o...

I thought I would try making some tortillas today.  Well, I might as well get used to the food that my Honduran friends are accustomed too. So, I invested in the masa de maiz .  Added some hot water and got to making the dough.  All good now.  Let it rest. Thirty minutes later as my stomach growled "lunch...grrr", I started making little balls of dough.  My helper, 72 year-old Noella said, "Hmmm, I think the dough needs to be softer".  Oh well...added some more water. And she helped me shape four balls of dough into true, off-white tortillas.  The new iron skillet was super-hot.  The shaped dough was thrown on it and it came out in great tortilla character. Served it with frijoles I had attempted yesterday, crema from the store and scrambled-omelette.  I passed my own test.  Noella seconded it. Loving the experience in Honduras and Dios es bueno todo el tiempo! Rachel