Morning devotion

August begins his driver position in Fredericksburg this week.  He left yesterday around 1:30 because his hotel check in was at 3:00pm.  I can’t say just how much I miss him already!  Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.  It is lonely for me not having him around all week and we will go through this for the next four weeks only seeing each other on the weekends.  I just pray that at the end of this four-week period UPS will bless us with a full-time position for him.  I hold on to the peace that only Christ can give and I trust in His provision for our lives regardless of whether or not I am happy or sad.  I trust that I am held by my Father and that someday soon he will bring us to the place that He has been preparing for us all along.  Yet, I am human and I am certainly subjected to human emotions like sadness and despair.  The sinner in me wants to say: God won’t provide.  He’ll make you suffer.  You’ll never succeed! But, I am grateful that God has broken that sinner several times and that I can look back in my past and see all of the ways that God has provided for me and come through for me before.  Though I despair in my flesh I have hope.  That hope does not disappoint.    If I could encourage someone going through a similar struggle this is what I would tell them.  I would say to let yourself express how you feel.  If you are angry, tell God about it.  If you are disappointed, let yourself express that disappointment.  It is good to vent and to acknowledge that what you feel is real.  I think it is more harmful to bottle up those thoughts and feelings.  God is good and He is gentle when we lay down our burdens with Him.  My sweet mother will always tell me to envision those thoughts as a sacrifice that I am bringing to the altar.  Once laid down on the altar it is killed and only God can deal with it once it is killed.  That way we truly leave our burdens with Christ and we put all responsibility in His hands.  If I could encourage someone going through this I would say once you’ve gotten those feelings out and laid them before God, just trust in His provision.  Trust that the way He will choose to bless you is unlike anything we would do for ourselves and because of that the blessing will be all the more rich and rewarding.  God uses trials to draw us to himself.  He uses them to teach us that in and of ourselves is no salvation.  We can not help ourselves.  We are dependent on Him.  Those trials are beautiful because if surrendered the heart becomes clean…we enter into sweeter fellowship with our LORD.  There is nothing more powerful than a surrendered heart in the hands of God. So, I hope that in my struggle I have encouraged someone along the way.  I am not perfect.  I do not have it all together.  My natural man is a yucky thing and my heart is deceitful and arrogant.  I am so very thankful that God has defeated that natural man.  I now share fellowship with God.  Where once I was destined for destruction now I am destined for life.  I try to continually remember to not lean on my own understanding.  I want to acknowledge Him in all my ways so that He may direct my ways.  I may have plans for my own life but is God who will direct my steps.  So with August’s very noticed absence I will cling to  my Father.  I will confide in Him.  I will be open with Him.  I will let myself be taught by Him through this experience.  He is my hope and my salvation!



Giving Thanks

Today is Thanksgiving.  Long ago, puritans who had settled in this county had come from an oppressive government who cared nothing about individual worship of our Savior.  Merely speaking if you did not claim the religion of the King or Queen you were in trouble and could not worship and give thanks as you wanted.  Today, about 300 years later, our nation should be giving thanks for the land God set forth for us, to give thanks to a God who provides even in great hardship with family, shelter, and food.  Today, I am so thankful!

God has given us much to be grateful for.  I have a family who loves me and cherishes me.  I have a husband who leads us and provides for us well.  I am surrounded by love.  I have been blessed.  I am just so very thankful for the children God saw fit to place in our care.  I am so very thankful that I have fellowship with other believers in the Church (who is the body of Christ).   Most importantly, I am so very thankful for the life Christ gave so that I could live to worship and thank Him for His sweet, loving, and tender mercies.  I am thankful for the cross and that in His crucifixion my sin was nailed to the cross so that I could come to God through Christ to lay down my burdens before Him and live as a free individual.  I have the freedom to love Him and know He has washed me.  I have the freedom to seek Him in His scriptures and be led by Him, the Great Shepherd.  I have the freedom to teach my children that even though I was fallen (and still am), even though I ran from God and sought to deny Him, even though I hated Him, He loved me.  He pursued me.  He showed Himself to me and called me His own.  Praise God from whom all blessings flow!  Truly, to live freely is to love and be loved by God our  Father.  I am so thankful today for all He has done and is doing for me, for August, for Grace and Anya.


Just say “No”

I have never considered myself to be an offensive person.  Usually, I do everything possible in my means to do the quite the opposite.  I rarely ever raise my voice in public (or cyber public) because I am usually pretty much afraid of violent backlash.  Well, I certainly raised my voice and here come the backlashes!

To be quite honest, I am completely disgusted with airline travel and the procedures they are using to “protect” us.  To me, it beckons memories in history of a domineering communist of fascist dictator telling its people THEY are what is the problem and then treating them in such a manner as we are beginning to be treated as now.  What happen to “We the People?”  Since when do we not have a say in what our freedoms should be when we travel?  Should fear rule our lives and take away our liberties for the sake of “protecting” us and does it really protect us?  Should I give up my right to travel peacefully and as a sovereign citizen who  has not been convicted of any crimes (except maybe an expired sticker on my car once) just so perhaps maybe that ONE person who may be lurking out there somewhere will get caught?  It seems, in my opinion, that people who intended to do harm (like the underwear bomber) were PERFECTLY recognized and caught WITHOUT invasive pat down procedures being the standard in our airports or the naked body scanners.  How did we ever survive before?!  If you give an inch of your liberties then one by one they will continue to be taken.  I value my country.  I love that I have the freedom to speak or write what I believe and that there is not the threat of imprisonment or death like there was or is in many countries around the world.  I value liberty because in that liberty I do not have to prove myself to my government, but I can just be who I am without the threat of offending those in power.  IF you are offended by someone who seeks to hold on to their rights then you are essentially offended by the values this country was built upon.  IF you do not see that person’s rights are their own rights (because our Constitution clearly lays out what those rights are) then you yourself should not have the right to do as you please since you do not want others to do as they please.

We are breeding a generation who does not know or care about the Constitution.  This leads to the government freely trampling upon it because the majority of citizens in this country don’t know their liberties are being tread upon.  I have generations in my family who fought to keep this country.  An ancestor of mine was brave enough to sign the Declaration of Independence and show the King he did NOT agree with the oppression the monarchy was holding over its people.  William Hooper was his name.  I have ancestors who fought in the Revolutionary War and lost their lives fighting for the liberty I so easily have taken for granted today.  My grandfather served in the Merchant Marines taking supplies to our troops in the second World War as our troops were fighting against they tyranny that is ever so slowly becoming a reality here.

There is a silent war going on in our Country.  It a war of principalities and powers so very secretly seeping in and destroying everything we hold dear.  I raise my voice now because I too want others to be aware of this.  Call me crazy or radical if you want.  If defending liberties laid down by generations before us and given to us by God (because I believe He gave us this country) makes me an offensive person, than so be it!  I will never consider any form of travel that means I give up my rights.  The world my children are going to inherit frightens me.  What will they not have that I so lovingly cherish now?  How far is our government going to reach into our daily lives?  I will not live my life in fear.  I know God has numbered my days.  I will not act in fear and give up my rights as a citizen because I do not trust that God’s wing shelters my life (even in airports).

So, I am sorry if I have offended you reader, that is not my intention.  Just don’t tell me I shouldn’t be offended at the audacity of our “leaders” to rip away my rights when it does offend me.  I won’t just stand there and take it.  I won’t just go with the flow and if that means not taking the  mark of the beast (theoretically speaking) than that too I will not do!  Our government is indeed becoming a beast!  So airline traveler…stand up for your rights!  Say NO to your representatives who should be representing you!

Read your Constitution and be proud!

Read the Declaration (why we separated from England in the first place) Know where you come from!

Be brave and contact your Representatives!

A Week of Celebrations

This week my grandparents are visiting from California.  I hardly ever see them because they live so far away.  The last time I had seen them was when August and I flew out with Grace, who was only 7 months old at the time.  Wow.  Where does time go?  I remember sitting down to dinner with them one evening and announcing that we were pregnant with Anya, who is now almost a year old!  Yesterday they met her for the first time since that announcement.  Now, here she is eating yogurt with me this morning and saying things like, “dadadada,” and “sooweee” (translated means sorry).  We sat down together for dinner once again and it was just a little surreal having two children in highchairs at the restaurant-this time we were not announcing another little one. 🙂

So today we are going to be driving to New Market and I plan to spend the whole day there. This week I will probably do that several times.  Thursday will be dinner with August’s family and then Saturday we will celebrate Thanksgiving with my family.  Sunday, I plan to have a small birthday party for Anya so that grandma and grandpa can be apart of it.   I can’t believe Thanksgiving is already here.  I can’t believe Anya is going to be a year old!  So, this week will definitely be a good long week with lots of celebrating and family gatherings.  I just love it.

Mt. Elbert, Colorado

About three years ago, August and I embarked on our honeymoon in our little 2001 Ford Focus station wagon.  We were headed to Colorado.  During our engagement, we had talked about going to Iceland.  We both love mountains, cold weather, and wild adventures.  However, we decided on an alternative since Iceland would really be too cold for traveling.  So, to Colorado we went.

I remember crossing the border leaving Kansas as we entered the coolest state ever.  Nothing changed much in the landscape at first.  Seemingly endless grass fields dominate the landscape in what is known as the Plains.  Colorado’s plains.  I wasn’t quite impressed.   Then you see MOUNTAINS!  Big, beautiful, wild, wonderful, crazy tall mountains capped with snow and ice.  I was so excited and August was too.  After hours upon hours of driving we had reached Denver.  Surprisingly, it is a big city and much more than I expected.  After a few days of relaxation in a luxurious hotel we got back in our faithful gold wagon and drove to our first adventure, Mount Elbert ,which proudly holds the title of Colorado’s highest point.  At 14, 433 feet above sea level it is high and lofty.  At first glance it doesn’t daunt you too much, until you see the sheer rock faces and the snow and ice which caps it snowy summit.  August was more than ready to boot up and get going.  So, we put on our thermals, heavy winter weather jackets, wool hats, and heavy Vasque boots.  We then swung our camping packs over our shoulders and snapped them shut across our chests and waists to ensure good support.  As we started walking up the rocky, dirt road I felt like an astronaut.

We walked for a few hours along the trail.  Birch trees and aspens lined the way.  Their vibrant yellow leaves looked golden as the sun  set.  Around 10,000 feet we set up camp.  That night was cold.  The thermometer inside our tent got down to 25 degrees or so.  That night we were woken up several times by coyotes who circled our tent on and off through out the night.  It was eerie hearing their howls and the pitter patter of what sounded like 20 feet times 4!  When morning came so came the sun and its welcomed warmth and glow.  After eating a quick breakfast of August’s famous oatmeal, we began our climb.

I think it took us all day to get to the top.  Each step was grooling!  Each step took so much energy because we weren’t properly acclimated, but still, we persevered.

At the top, my breath was taken away for several reasons.  One, the lack of oxygen.  Two, we had been hiking for over 8 hours.  Three, the view was spectacular!!  All other mountains were several hundred feet below us and we really were on top of the Colorado world.

Anyway, it was gorgeous and this morning I found myself thinking about that day.  It was so much fun.  A cheesy hamburger and salty fries had never tasted so good afterwards.

Sometimes I find myself thinking wistfully that we could live there.  Virginia is like the Shire, but Colorado is like the land of Rohan and the Misty Mountains.  (I have been slightly intrigued by Tolkien’s books which is why I make this comparison).  Someday, I hope to return!  The landscape is so beautiful and wild.  Secretly, but not so secretly, I want to move out there and call Colorado my home.

Words from Charlie Reese

Be sure to read the Tax List at the end.

This is about as clear and easy to understand as it can be – read it!!  The article below is completely neutral, not anti republican or democrat.  Charlie Reese, a retired reporter for the Orlando Sentinal, has hit the nail directly on the head, defining clearly who it is that in the final analysis must assume responsibility for the judgments made that impact each one of us every day.  It’s a short but good read.  Worth the time.  Worth remembering!  Charlie  Reese has been a journalist for 49 years.

545 vs. 300,000,000!

545  PEOPLE –By Charlie Reese

Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them..

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes,WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The President does.

You and I don’t have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.

You and I don’t write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don’t set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don’t control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.

I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a President to do one cotton-picking thing. I don’t care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator’s responsibility to determine how he votes.

Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.

What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating  deficits…..   The President can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.

The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the President, can approve any budget they want.  If the President vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.

It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million cannot replace 545 people who stand convicted — by present facts — of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can’t think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal  government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to  exist.

If the tax code is unfair, it’s because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it’s because they want it in the red ..

If the Army & Marines are in   Iraq  and Afghanistan it’s because they want them in Iraq and Afghanistan …

If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it’s because they want it that way.

There are no insoluble government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like “the economy,” “inflation,” or “politics” that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they  alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power..

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees…

We should vote all of  them out of office and clean up their mess!

Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando  Sentinel  Newspaper.

What you do with this article now that you have read it……… Is up to you.
This might be funny if it weren’t so  true.
Be sure to read all the way to the end:
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts anyway!
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid…
Put these words
Upon his tomb,
Taxes drove me
to my doom…’
When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax..
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Personal Property Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service Charge Tax
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Sales Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
Telephone   State  and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.

What in the hell happened? Can you spell ‘politicians?’

I hope this goes around THE USA at least 545 times!!!  YOU can help it get there!!!  GO AHEAD – – – BE AN AMERICAN!!!


Girls just being girls

Gypsie Anya.

Oh yes, the peacock.  He’s checkin’ out the rubber frog probably…probably wishing he could eat it or something. 

Could you ever guess that this little girl doesn’t like to take naps, teethes horribly, and wakes up at 6 am every morning??  Nope…you could never tell. 

Grace playing in her house box.  Notice the chocolate milk mustache on her bottom lip.  Makes me smile.

 Little climber/mountaineer in the making….she LOVES to do this.

I just love it when they play together. 

My Hawaiian princess, Katherine Grace.

Glimpses of heaven

Here are some updated pictures of my two little belles.  SO THANKFUL.

LOVE her.

The girls LOVE their daddy and I do, too!

She loves to play at Oma and Papa’s house.

Little beauty, Anya.

Thursday morning thoughts on motherhood

This morning it is raining.  Outside the clouds are overcast and gray and rain falls from the skies like a mist in the Scottish hills.  The air is cold!  As I sipped my delicious and most desired cup of coffee Grace watched her new favorite movie (which was also my favorite movie as a little girl), Sleeping Beauty.  Anya crawled around our little floor looking for little nibbles of food to put in her mouth.  I quickly scooped her up and put her in the high chair and gave her her very own piece of spiced pumpkin bread August had made yesterday.  It is strange, she does not like me to feed her the Gerber foods anymore.  It is often a battle to get the spoon into her mouth.  She does LOVE our food though and she’ll gobble it right up if I let her do it.  She is extremely independent!

I think she is teething again.  Oh teething.  You can read about my frustrations with this in previous blogs.  She just doesn’t seem to handle the pain very well and at this very moment when she should be napping, she is crying  for my attention.  Lately, I have the hardest time getting her to nap.  She’ll usually take one consistent nap during the day but she’ll most ardently boycott the second!  No matter how many times I go to lay her back down she refuses.  I am quite reluctant to give it up.  I need that second nap time as much as she does.  The day is just too hectic and a grumpy baby girl does not make it any easier.  So, I go back to the drawing boards.  Teething gel, Tylenol, iced teething rings…lots of cuddling.  Lots of patience on my part, too. Oh patience.  If we remain patient God rewards us.  It has taken me so long to learn this art of self-control!  But, as I said…God is good and He is faithful to those that trust in Him. “I waited patiently for the LORD; And He inclined to me and heard my cry.”  Psalm 40:1. God has certainly heard my cry!

August begins training for full-time work at UPS this next week!!!!!   WHOOOO, YIPEE!!!!!  Can you tell I’m excited??  After waiting three years for this it seems God is moving to open a door for us.  August will spend a full week in Maryland learning all the ways of a UPSman and then begin driving for three weeks in Staunton and then move on to three weeks of training down in Fredricksburg.  After all that we will know where he will be placed and wherever that is we will call that home.  Really?  I cannot begin to express how excited and thankful I am.  Through all of this God has certainly taught me the importance of waiting on Him.   Truly, resting in Him brings peace and if you are receptive to God’s teaching trials really do bring blessing!

“2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”  James 1:1-3


I just find it simply amazing at how readily impatient we are as human beings.  We don’t like to be uncomfortable.  Trials bring us discomfort.  They force us to look at ourselves.  For me, this trial has been one huge uncomfortable and self-revealing lesson of how disgruntled I can be, how self-centered, unthankful, and what other word than whiny!  WHAT?  Did I really just say that out loud?  Yep.  Over the past few years, August and I have been through many ups and downs but the biggest complaint I had was that we had no home of our own, no place for just us to be us.  I felt extremely shorthanded in terms of what I had in order to raise two small children.  I complained A LOT.  I got frustrated quite a bit.  I got angry.  I cried often.  I became bitter to some extent.  I would pray and cry out to God for help.  I hated that I responded to my trial in that way.  I was not exhibiting any fruits of the spirit in my opinion.  I do a good job of putting on a mask….everything is OK with me on the outside…but inside is a intense battle of the wills.  Where was my peace, where was my patience, self-control, gentleness, meekness??  God so lovingly was working out those things within me.  First I was angry, upset, jealous of others.  Then, I moved into despair. Oh, I am always meant to get the short end of the stick! I would think to myself.  (yes, pathetic I know…but it’s good to be open and honest).  Then, God  brought me to the full realization of how ugly my sin nature was.   I began to see how yucky it was to so discontent.  I was cleaning our cook top one afternoon and it hit me.  This is a beautiful stove.  We have granite counter tops.  Hard wood floors.  Everything in this apartment is gorgeous; however small it is.  He was beginning to show me all the things I could be greatful for.  We live close to both my family and August’s sweet family is right next store.  I began to realize how blessed I really was.  I was never lonely because family was always nearby.  I enjoyed sweet sweet fellowship with my beautiful mother-in-law who I admire very much.  I could readily put the girls in the car and visit my precious mother.  August provides us with gormet food and drink.  My girls were happy!  So happy!  God finally brought me to surrender.  Oh sweet surrender.  It truly is beautiful because I stopped striving.  I stopped thinking about ME and began thinking about Him.


“He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

Psalm 91:4

It seems it has taken me quite some time to surrender my desires to Him and just to peacefully trust in Him.  What was worrying about everything doing for me anyways?  Absolutely NOTHING.  God saved me from myself.  Yep.  Big worriesome ME.  I am so thankful for this trial because it has just brought me that much more of an understanding about what it means to be content in all things.  All that we work for in the world will pass away, but God is eternal and that hope I have in Him will certainly not dissapoint.  So I am thankful now that despite all of  my struggling against God’s teaching me, He has brought me into the realization that in and of Himself is our home and our provision.  I just find it slightly ironic that it is now that God is beginning to bless August’s work and bring us into more job security.  Just speculating!!  I know God doesn’t hold things over our heads….but He sure is ready to bless when we give everything to Him.  I’m so glad God is faithful.

Saturday night’s dinner

So, this past Saturday August and I went shopping with the girls.  We usually always opt to go shopping as a family only because I do not often choose to take both girls out by myself.  It’s just too challenging for me right now considering going out means cutting into one of the girls’ nap time hour.  The result?  Possibly one cranky baby or another quite cranky toddler who likes to grab everything she sees off the store shelves.  If you were to over hear the conversation between Grace and I at the store, it would go something like this:

Grace: “I want dis one! I want dis one!”  She’ll say as she so swiftly grabs something she likes.

Me: “No no sweet heart, mommy doesnt’ need that one….let’s put it back.”

Anyways, so we went out together.  I love it.  I love getting out and I feel safe with the girls not being outnumbered.  We spent most of our time at Kroger.  Afterwards, we headed over to the Asian Food Market behind Taste of Thai.  I had never been there, but Leah often goes there for spring roll paper and I was looking for wanton wrappers and figured that would be a good place to get them.  Why on earth would I need wanton paper?  I was making homemade ravioli.

The first challenge was trying to find my way around the store.  Where would one store wanton paper?  A sweet woman showed me the way.  It was so cute.  I asked for help and instead of just pointing me into the right direction, she very kindly walked me to the location and showed me all the different kinds of wanton wrappers I could use.  Sweet.  You can find them in the freezer section.

At home I began making my newest craving.  Pumpkin Ravioli.  With 15 oz. of white beans pureed along with pure pumpkin puree, ricotta cheese, Parmesan and garlic all mixed together nicely in my handy food processor, I created my filing.  Easy.  I then grabbed my beloved cutting board.  I cannot say how many times I use this tool in my kitchen.  I laid the wanton wrappers flat on the cutting board and then placed about a tsp. of filling right in the middle.  I then used a beaten egg mixed with a tbs. of water to glue the paper shut as I folded it and shaped it to look like a ravioli.

I then boiled my water.  Carefully, I inserted my little creations into the boiling water.  They rose to the top of the pot within minutes.  To finish the deal, top with your favorite marinara sauce and enjoy.  This was SO delicious and was a wonderful way to use pumpkin.  So it was fun and we enjoyed something new to our pallets.  Grace and Anya both gobbled these up and they are a wonderful way to sneak in extra fiber and vitamins into an already beloved dish.   I suggest you give it a try!  It’s easy…really.


Pumpkin Ravioli

Makes 36 ravioli

1 can (15 oz) low-sodium white beans, such as navy, drained and rinsed.

1/2 cup canned 100% pure pumpkin puree

1/2 cup part-skim ricotta cheese

1/4 cup grated Parmesan

3/4 tsp. garlic powder

1 large egg

72 wonton wrappers, about 12 oz.

1tbs. cornstarch

1 and a half cups jarred marinara sauce


1.  Fill large stock pot with water and bring to boil.  Place beans, pumpkin puree, ricotta, Parmesan, and garlic powder into food processor.  Process until smooth.

2.  In small bowl, beat egg with about 1 tbs. water.

3.  Set wonton wrappers on cutting board.  Place 1 tsp. of pumpkin mixture onto wrapper.  Brush edges with egg wash.  Neatly fold it and press firmly on the edges to seal.

4.  Place ravioli on baking sheet sprinkled with cornstarch.  When all ravioli are cut out, carefully place them into boiling water using a slotted spoon.  As soon as they rise (about 4 minutes) lift out with slotted spoon.  Top each portion with sauce and enjoy!