Monday, July 28, 2014

Easy, Breezy Blueberry Cobbler

It's been a full and fun summer, spent doing lots of wild and crazy things such as berry-picking, cobbler-baking, and all manner of memory-making.  One day recently, the girls and I set out for a local berry patch and came home with a bucket full of juicy sweetness.

Within minutes, Abby was texting my mom for her special cobbler recipe.  It was such an easy and delicious recipe, I asked my mom where she got it and she said she got it years ago from my Aunt Kandi (who also happens to be one of my favorite blog readers), and when I asked her where she originally got the recipe, she said she got it many years ago from my dad's aunt, whom we all affectionately called Aunt Kacky.  (That's her in the pic below with my mom and me circa 1978 or so.)  So, basically this recipe is tried and true, spanning at least 4 generations, so it's a keeper.

One of the best things about it is that it's made from basic ingredients that you probably always have on hand, so you can make it anytime the craving strikes.  AND, it can be customized with almost any kind of fruit!  So, choose your favorite and give this a try.


1 stick of butter
2 to 3 cups of your favorite berries or chopped fruit
1 cup self-rising flour
1 cup sugar
1 cup milk

Start by preheating the oven to 350ยบ.  Then melt the stick of butter in a 9x13 baking dish.

Next, mix together the flour, sugar, and milk and pour it over the butter, but do not mix it in the dish!

Lastly, add the berries or fruit, but, again, do not mix them in.

Then, just bake for 35 to 40 minutes or until golden brown.  Serve it while warm with a scoop of ice cream for a dreamy treat.  

So much yum for so little effort!  It's been shared with love from my Aunt Kacky, to my Aunt Kandi, to my mom and me and my girls.  And now I pass it on to you.  Bake it up and share the love!  

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Shepard Inn: The Place to Stay in Dandridge, Tennessee

Small-town Southern charm is not just a fallacy invented by advertisers to convince you to come to Tennessee.  It's as real as ever in Dandridge, Tennessee, and if you want to experience it for yourself, I know just the place you'll want to stay!

Dandridge is located in East Tennessee, just about 30 minutes from Knoxville and less than an hour from the Great Smoky Mountains.  

This is the Shepard Inn, located right on Main Street.  We had the wonderful opportunity to be invited for a special lunch here on Sunday for my parents' anniversary I told you about, and we loved it!

From the wrap-around front porch to the beautiful rooms full of fabulous antiques, this place is so quaint it's ridiculous.  It would be perfect for a weekend getaway or even for a night's stay if you're just passing through!  They can even accommodate groups for reunions, showers, or parties!

As soon as we walked in, I started snapping pics because I knew I would have to tell you all about this.

The house is full of so many original fixtures and elements. 

I absolutely love the ceilings in this sunroom!

It's just dreamy.  And the inn managers, John and Stephanie Shelton,  are so hospitable and knowledgeable about the history of the inn!  Click here to visit their site to see more pics and find out more about making reservations.

Bed and Breakfast lovers, put this one on your list!  And if you've been here before, I'd love to hear about it!  

Monday, July 21, 2014

Things That Must Be Said

Even if God had never included #5 in His list of Ten Commandments, I'd still have reason enough to talk about my parents every time the opportunity presented itself.  

And even if I hadn't been born into their family, and raised in their house, I'd still think they were the two most Christ-like and well-loved people I know.

But, since these things are so, and this is my blog, I can't help but write a few words about a very special milestone in their lives.

Over the weekend, we celebrated the 30th Anniversary of the day my dad became the pastor of Faith Baptist Church in Jefferson City, Tennessee.  

We celebrated all week-end with hundreds of people who know and love my parents.  Our sweet friends at Faith hosted a wonderful reception, and there were songs sung, words spoken, and tears shed (mostly by me), all in their honor.  

Chances are, you've never heard of my parents.  They're not rich, nor famous, nor have they written books or had buildings named in their honor.  And yet their influence has reached deeper than anyone I've ever known.  First, in the lives of the three of us behind them here...

And through the years, in the lives of those with them here...

And then farther and farther into the lives of virtually every person that has ever met them.  They are great people.  But that's not the power behind that influence.  It's the fact that Christ lives in them and they live Christ every. single. day.  It's that grace flows out of them and feels so authentic that when you've been with them, you feel like you've been with Jesus.  These aren't just my words.  It's how all kinds of different people describe them all the time.

But, since I'm the one with the privilege of writing here, I'll speak for the masses.  Thank you, Mom and Dad, for your influence.  When I "grow up", I hope I'm just like you, because you're just like Christ. 

If you'd like to get to know my dad through messages from the Bible that will point you to Christ, click here to visit their site.