Sunday Night Traditions

(It has been months since my last post. I purposed from the start to keep my blog a lower priority than my family. They have been a busy bunch this year! Sorry for my silence. Thank you to those who have said they’ve missed my posts.)

A weekly tradition

We’ve started a new Sunday tradition. We enjoy a fellowship meal (of sorts) and I make Apple Pie and Custard for dessert.

I say a fellowship meal of sorts. On Sundays, for us, it means Andrew and I make the meal together and serve it to our family. We so enjoy the time to work together creatively, often talking through things of the weekend, Church and what lies in the week ahead, and even if we have guests we find ourselves preparing and serving the meal together.

Boy rolling pasta with Dad

Boy rolling pasta with Dad

Last week it was homemade pasta and sauce. Andrew made the pasta and I made the sauce. If you’ve never tasted fresh, handmade pasta you are missing out! It is like angel food! It is extra special for us as we use the eggs our hens lay right in our front yard. The yolks are so golden and creamy and unlike even free range eggs from the store! These colour the pasta beautifully.

Tonight we’re having homemade pie. Andrew has made the pastry and I’ve made the filling. The picture is from the previous time we made a pie, which had a pepper steak filling. Tonights is creamy chicken and mushroom. The pastry is too buttery to indulge in often (seriously, so much butter that we half expect the fat police to knock on the door any second!) but it is so amazingly yummy! It is glazed with a beaten egg, again courtesy of our sweet feathered girls out front.

Yummy pie!

Yummy pie!

You asked for it….

The Apple Pie and custard is a throw back to a few years ago. I was terribly ill in the early stages of pregnancy and I asked Andrew what he wanted for supper. He replied “Apple Pie”. Much to the amazement of the children, I actually made Apple Pie for supper! I justified it by saying it was a Sunday night and we used to eat strange things for dinner on Sundays because I didn’t feel much like cooking at the end of the weekend.

Ever since then, Andrew and the children have asked for Apple Pie for supper on Sundays! (But I haven’t made it again for dinner, I promise!)

A few weeks ago, we decided to make Apple Pie a Sunday night tradition. For dessert, not the main course! It is the only apple pie recipe Andrew actually likes. I prefer it with vanilla ice cream, but he likes it with custard.

Sometimes we watch a family movie too. Tonight it will be an Afrikaans comedy to help Amie with developing her vocabulary for an upcoming exam.

All about Family

Traditions hold a special place in the heart and rhythm of our family. I have long believed that traditions help build special family memories and in turn keep families coming together for decades, even through marriages, grandchildren etc. After a few years of working out and starting some traditions of our own, we have all come to value them and look for opportunities and ideas to start new ones.

I look forward to many more years of fellowshipping with my wonderful husband as we prepare meals together on Sunday nights to serve to whomever the Lord brings to us as “family” for that evening, followed of course, by Apple Pie!

Birthday Cards

Today I’ve written and posted 4 birthday cards. It got me thinking ….

You know what the really great thing about receiving a birthday card in the post is? It means that the sender actually remembered your birthday! They didn’t wait for a computerised calendar pop-up or Facebook reminder on the day to prompt a quick text message, write on your wall or, at best but rare these days, make a phone call.

They intentionally made a plan to remember your special day in advance in order to do something personal and meaningful to bless you.

In this world of faceless voiceless contact, personal contact means something. Actually, it means a LOT! One nice thing about social media is that acquaintances who would otherwise not know your birthday can now send a cheery greeting. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about people you have more than a superficial level of relationship with and won’t see on or around their special day.

No, I don’t manage to send a card for every single birthday. But usually when I don’t manage it is because I have procrastinated or been a poor manager of my time. Not always, life is seldom predictable, but usually that is the case.

I know it takes time. I know it takes effort. It even involves a cost. But to bless a friend, I believe it is worth it.