Couple of things to share with you tonight---a LUSCIOUS recipe and an article I found simply beautiful.
First, I've become addicted to two blogs:
The Frugal Girl and
The Pioneer Woman.
I love the frugal girl because, really, I think that I (and most people, really) can live on a good bit (read: A LOT) less than we actually do, and this mom of four has made an art of it. Her blog is filled with recipes & ideas that are tailored to those looking to save, and I love it.
Now on to the
Pioneer Woman. I'm fairly certain that my dear friend
Meredith is actually her ghost writer because A) she is a city-girl-turned-cowgirl, B) she is married to someone who castrates calves for a living, and C) she is so GOOD at all things cooking. AND she is
hilarious.
Just like my Mere.
The Pioneer Woman, aka Ree Drummond, has a plethora of recipes on her blog that are easy and look SO good. I've only tried one because once I made it, I loved it so much that I kept making it and have gotten too distracted by the tomato sauce this recipe produces to try any of her other ones.
That is the recipe I would like to share here with you today.
And I give you......
Chicken Parmigiana. (I janked this picture from her blog)
If you love parmesan and if you love tomatoes, and if you're a chicken eater, you cannot miss this recipe. I'm telling you...it is GOOD.
The best thing about it is the sauce - trust me.
Since this post is already going to be extraordinarily long, I will simply link the recipe
here instead of posting it.
Go make it, and let me know how you like it!!
I also wanted to share an article from Jill Carattini, c/o A Slice of Infinity at RZIM that I read the other day.
I think a lot about things that I see and feel vs. what is actually
reality. Really, the more I think about it the more I understand that there's more of a dissonance between those things than I realize unless I slow down enough to seek truth and
digest it.
Some days, the understanding that my illusions aren't reality breaks my heart; other days - more often than not, really, it is my only hope.
So partly because it speaks to the things that are on my mind and in my heart and partly because it quotes W.H. Auden, I just loved this and wanted to share it - if you do read the whole thing, read it slowly and deliberately. It's just so good.
Faithful Disillusions
Jill Carattini
"We are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch."
The author of this comment did not have the dashed hopes of a person weary of contemporary political promises; nor the disappointment of a child after his once-adored Wii lost its thrill; nor the dispirited outlook of a modern youth disenchanted with rampant consumerism and the daunting purposelessness of life.
No, long before video games existed, long before Generation Y was disillusioned with Generation X or X with the Baby Boomers before them, disillusionment reigned nonetheless. Indeed, it was a social commentator in the late 1920's who made this comment about his own disillusioned culture, words which in fact came more than a decade after a group of literary notables identified themselves as the "Lost Generation," so-named because of their own general feeling of disillusionment. In other words, disillusionment is epidemic.
As humans who tell and hear and live by stories, the possibility of taking in a story that is bigger than reality is quite likely. (Advertisers, in fact, count on it.) Subsequently, disillusionment is a quality that follows humanity and its stories around. Yet despite its common occurrence, disillusionment is a crushing blow, and the collateral damage of shattered expectations quite painful.
With good reason, we speak of it in terms of the discomfort and disruption that it fosters; we frame the crushing of certain hope and images in terms of loss and difficulty. The disillusioned do not speak of their losses lightly, no more than victims of burglary move quickly past the feeling of loss and violation.
And yet, practically speaking, disillusionment is the loss of illusion. If we are to think of it in terms of theft, it is the equivalent of having one's high cholesterol or a perpetually bad habit stolen. Disillusionment, while painful, is evidence which shows the myths that enchant us need not blind us forever, a sign that what is falsely believed can be shattered by what is genuine.
In such terms, disillusion is far less an unwanted intrusion than it is a severe mercy, far more like a surgeon's excising of a tumor than a cruel removal of hope.
The crucifixion of the Son of God is something like this. The death of God? There are no categories with which to understand it. For those who first held hope in the person of Jesus, it was the same. The death of the one thought to be the Messiah? It was an event that leveled them with disillusionment.
New Testament scholar N.T. Wright describes the force of this dissonance: "There were, to be sure, ways of coping with the death of a teacher, or even a leader. The picture of Socrates was available, in the wider world, as a model of unjust death nobly borne. The category of 'martyr' was available, within Judaism, for someone who stood up to pagans...
The category of failed but still revered Messiah, however, did not exist. A Messiah who died at the hands of the pagans, instead of winning [God’s] battle against them, was a deceiver."
For those who loved Jesus most, it took time to see that it was not hope but their hopeful illusions that died with him on the cross. Everything they thought God was, every hope for a messiah wielding power and control, every image of God winning the battle, everything they thought they knew about religion, painfully, but mercifully died on a shameful, Roman cross.
We, too, bury our illusions with the body of God. And it is no simple journey. The powerful words of poet W. H. Auden describe what is often the case in a world filled with illusion:
We would rather be ruined than changed; We would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the moment And let our illusions die.
Yet if we will allow it, this death can be far more than loss.
While advertisers count on our moving from one dead illusion to another, the death of Christ tells a different kind of story, a demythologizing story, which cuts through the storied layers of illusion we continually create about ourselves, the world, and others. Within such a story, disillusionment is the precursor to nothing short of resurrection. And faith is the audacity to confront our illusions with a cross.
In the words of author Parker Palmer, "[F]aith is the courage to face into our illusions and allow ourselves to be disillusioned about them, the courage to walk through our illusions and dispel them. Faith...[is] a disillusioned view of reality...that lets the beauty behind the illusions shine through."
Burying our illusions with the body of God, we mourn our losses and lament over the graves of dead dreams and expectations, hopes and visions. We stand in painful, faithful disillusionment. But so we stand aware that we may be equally startled by what emerges from the tomb.
It arrived in the mail today, and they sent me an extra copy to give away on my blog. I haven't read it yet, so I can't yet say that it's a great book, but if you'd like a free copy to read along with me, leave a comment on this post. I'll use a random selector thing (because I know there are spades of you out there reading this...) and let you know the winner next week.