Redeeming the Table

sharing stories, hospitality & food with friend & stranger

Redeeming the table shares stories of faith & life around the table, while utilizing real food focusing on the Paleo diet and extending hospitality to welcome others to it.  Kamille Scellick is the voice behind Redeeming the Table, and she speaks candidly and openly of her own story, struggles, and triumphs in sharing the table.  She is a mom to three girls, one who has special needs.  She is the wife to Ben.  She loves Jesus.

Our New Table: Home


Our family being in Arizona and driving back to our new home (for at least this year) all began two and a half weeks ago.  We pulled up in perfect Bellingham fashion with rain pouring down in mid-July to a first time view of this quaint farmhouse. Our friends came by to welcome us and even provided dinner our first couple nights. Side note: even if you can cook and enjoy cooking, say yes to friends offering to bring dinner when you first move in. 


My kitchen with all it's natural light splendor streaming in is one of my favorite spots in the whole house, especially morning. Our condo was a dungeon in comparison.  It didn't take long for the kitchen (along with other rooms in the house) to look like a crash site. Boxes everywhere with trails of "stuff" spilling out left me like Mikey and his inhaler quite often. 


Our bedroom is the largest room with windows facing east, south and west, which means the sun circles around it all day long. It's only disadvantage is on those hot days we get here in the PNW turning the room into it's own easy bake oven. 

Remind me that moving in takes a while as the pile o'clothes seen on the bed. 


Another favorite spot is our back porch looking out to the backyard. Here is Caprice donned in country living (ie, boots, purse, birthday suit).  The girls have been loving their new open space to roam & explore. V came in the first sunny day to ask if it would be alright to play on the "playground" (our rickety play set) to which I replied, "Yeah--it's in our backyard! You don't have to ask."



Another thing is how peaceful and quiet it is here. I can see why people live in the country to get this and see the big night sky undisturbed. 


Tay is living up to her name, "Farmer Tay" quite gloriously. She is my partner in crime when it comes to working the garden or the yard. Always eager to find new ripe blackberries everyday. She is truly my daughter. 


When our landlord offered to till the overgrown garden I took him up on it. That night after returning from VBS we found this and Tay found delight. Let's be honest, we both did.


Our breakfast nook is possibly one of my favorite spots in the whole house, especially on a sunny day.  The rays of light and the shadows cascading off one another.  Fortunately, we eat most of our meals right here.  The stove is right behind me here and it's perfect for girls coloring or creating as I make meals.  


I was gone one morning taking V to a doctor appointment to return to the living room semi-put together.  Prior to this there were boxes everywhere.  How I unpack is quite different from how Ben unpacks.  His method is to put it all away and organize later.  Meanwhile, I prefer to not unpack it until I know exactly where it's to go.  I think his way of doing it is more effective at this point.  Plus, we might actually unpack all the boxes before Christmas this way.

By the way, built in shelves, natural light...swoon!  


This is another favorite spot of mine.  There are a couple places with open shelving.  I had this spot with some nice little trinkets of such.  Then, it hit me...cookbooks!  I got to work to make this my cookbook hub.  And those eggs--from our chickens. 


My family right here in all their non-staged photo op glory.  We are still making progress in our new place little by little.  It's been more rainy this week, and I hope for more sunshine to finish off summer well.  

How has your summer been holding up?  What are some of your interior design tips?  

My Favorite Summer Drink: A Thirsty Crow

On our way down to Arizona we were able to spend the night at my oldest & most dearest of friends, Veronica's (and Alan) house. We have that friendship where you immediately pick up where you left off, and there's no need to explain family history. It's refreshing!

its so comfortable, I made myself right at home by going through cupboards to find baking supplies to honor our "First Day of Summer" tradition (eating strawberry shortcakes for breakfast). There is no fear of stepping on each other's feet. My gift is in cooking the food, while Veronica's has always been in opening up her space for it (and eating what I make).  


That evening after the girls went to bed, Alan made us a drink. Veronica had posted a picture of it promising to make me one when I visit. Being the cheerful receiver as much as a giver that I am, I obliged. 

Sidenote: it's true that being a cheerful receiver is as much a gift of hospitality as giving.


Hot dog! I'm glad I did, because this has become my signature summer drink. A Thirsty Crow, which has the unmistakeable boozy silhouette, while filling out with enough sweetness to not make those of us non-hard liquor people to gag.

It boasts of spicy ginger beer, sour fresh lemon juice & the sweet scent of Maraschino liqueur.  To tie it together, the Rye gives it that slight burn in your throat to let you know this is not a "frilly" drink. Add a dash of bitters at the end, and sprig of mint & one maraschino cherry for garnish give it a classy edge. 


Thirsty Crow (Printable Recipe)


1 ounce fresh lemon juice

1 ounce Jim Beam Rye

1 ounce Maraschino liqueur

4 ounces Ginger Beer (not alcoholic ginger beer. I like Reed's or Fenimans) 

dash of aromatic bitters

sprig of mint 

1 maraschino cherry


 In a pint sized jar or cup add one sprig of mint and about 1 cup of ice. Add the lemon juice, rye, maraschino liqueur and finer beer. Mix with a spoon. 

Add maraschnto cherry and dash of bitters. Serve immediately. Makes 1. 




The Best Secret in Being Hospitable


I am in Arizona.  I had plans of what my time here would look like. Trips to see old high school friends swirled in my head. Inviting people over after my girls were asleep to do some cooking classes (this last one has never been vocalized till now).  I have had the want to cram as much in as humanly possible.  

Much of this stems from the belief,

"the bigger hospitality is being socially inviting, reaching out to as many people as I can, in order to bring love to this world."

I know I'm not the only one who thinks this--right?!

Fortunately, my hospitality this summer looked more in the form of building and re-building relationships within my family of origin.  

Before I dropped Ben off at the airport in June to head back to work in Bellingham, he said,

"I'm glad you get to be here this summer.  I think your being here will be a positive for your family."  

"Why?," I asked him. 

"Well, because it's something different for your family. And (pause), because you're a pot stirrer," he added.

I didn't know whether to thank him for his vote of confidence or just stare absentmindedly about the phrase, "pot stirrer." In my first week here, I was confronted by the story in the Bible of Joseph where it says he was given favor with both God and man.  How it would be through him his family would be saved.  Then, I looked further into Esther where her uncle Mordecai said in regards to her being a Jewish Queen in a very non-Jewish country, "And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?"


We have no idea what implications are being prepared and made through our little obedience.  Doing the simple work of raising children and showing them the hospitable love of God is not done in vain.  To drive over 1600 miles to what I thought would be a time to spend with friends, and have it "easy" in terms of relational strife with family is not what God had in mind. 

I do not need to travel to Haiti or Africa or any other third world country to see the very real third world emotional and spiritual poverty striking my little sphere in Bellingham, Washington to Tempe, Arizona.  God has given me one family to love well.  That is my charge.  I know he brought me to Arizona this summer to love my side of the family well.  It wasn't quite what I had in mind; but, it is exactly what he had in mind.


It's not romantic and dreamy.  It's a sloppy, messy, hard work hospitality.  It doesn't stop asking of me to love.  Hospitality is not beautiful centerpieces, and connecting with only the people who we get along with.  No, Jesus loudly shouts "NO!" He came to save the least, the lost, the broken, and that's my charge to follow in his footsteps. 

Friends, the holy work is not out there where someone posts a pithy update to their current state of affairs.  The holy work is done off the computer, off the social networks and right in your kitchen, your cubicle, your taking time to show gentle discipline, your needing to speak hard, compassionate truth to a family member.  

This is where it's done. 


I refuse to be the hospitality blogger who gives you Five Steps to Hospitality Freedom; because, how can I reduce this great command to love in the flesh to this?  

I guess this is a rally cry for me. If you've been here long enough, you know this part of my heart and for that I'm thankful.  If you're new, then please know there are some great bloggers and writers out there who will guide you with tips to welcoming people in your home or to entertain.  I write out of the mess, out of the conversations most people want to avoid.  I write about home life with my family.  I wrestle with the theological implications of eating food the way it was intended in the garden to knowing we live in a very broken world.  

And so, if you're feeling discouraged today, because you don't feel you measure up with hospitality...know this.  You keep inviting people to share their story with you and you sharing yours with them.  Keep listening to others stories and meeting them where they are at. Be encouraged that the best, most powerful hospitality is right where you find yourself.  

Keep strong! I would love to hear how you are doing with loving well/being hospitable where you are currently finding yourself.  How can I pray for you as you continue? 

I'm Kamille-Welcome!

Wife to Ben. Mama to three beautiful girls. I cook, bake & eat. Food, hospitality, & sharing our stories just might change the world. 

Wife to Ben. Mama to three beautiful girls. I cook, bake & eat. Food, hospitality, & sharing our stories just might change the world. 




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