Grain-Free Cardamom Sticky Biscuits

Christmas mornings meant dad pulling out all the stops when it came to getting ready in the morning, and the breakfast.  Oh man, the breakfast.  While the other 364 days of the year he would make oatmeal or Cream of Wheat, he decided to sizzle up bacon and fry up over easy eggs, making fresh orange juice, and sitting down to enjoying every single bite.  My brother and I would bemoan my dad's need the start of a healthy breakfast as we inched our way toward the stockings. 

Now, the tables have turned and I see a little bit of my dad in myself, wondering how my girls can ignore the need for protein to being the day.  Insert this special little Grain-free Cardamom Sticky Biscuits I have made on many occasions for Christmas morning.  I have prepped them in between and had them baked to go post presents.  Since they are unlike cinnamon rolls, there is no need to rise, roll, and shape.  Post haste friends over to Grace Table for the recipe and sweet nostalgia if you need to remember why slowing down in this Advent season is necessary.  

November

   

 

 

Twisting, swaying, saying goodbye,  as the quilt unravels leaving her bare. 

Though she still tells stories, ones of passageways into another land, we question her resolve. 

Look at you patchwork of gold, red, brown, ombré of eternal sky, You still stand proud despite being bare.  

"Come dance under me," says she.  "Come away with me like the wind, no regret, no second thoughts."

 Crystal oceans flash in the shape of almonds, smile makes the sun blush, and Lothlorien speaks her name. 

To say I adore her in this moment, that sly mischievous grin beckoning me to reenter the house,

adore captures but a blink of my heart.   

the soil needs tending, the wind bites, and the still, the hens keep scratchin' & peckin'

 

Do you hear how she is wooing us to dance?  Do you feel her warmth though bare? Can you hear her secrets through the wind?  

The small child can because she has never tasted inhibition.  

Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.

A Child's Prayer Brings the Kingdom of Heaven

Hospitality came in the form of me giving room for my daughter to be herself, and allow the Spirit of God move through her; because, he speaks to children just as much as he does adult.  Hospitality came in the form of my girl being bold to pray in love, not giving a second thought about eloquent words waxing poetic; because, Jesus isn’t interested in status or power.  

I'm over at Grace Table today, so click over to read more about how a small prayer transformed my heart.  

Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.