The blizzard still rages on, blanketing everything in deep snow. The fence posts are barely visible, and Camp Littlemore feels like it’s hidden under a thick, white quilt. Sister Mary Claire says this storm is bound to go down in the history books, and with church canceled, it’s a blessing we stayed home. The roads are completely covered, and no snow plows have come by. Though it feels strange to be cut off from the world, there’s a cozy sort of peace in our little home, just listening to the wind howl outside.
This morning, Sister read the Gospel from her Daily Roman Missal. The reading from John (2:13-22) spoke of Jesus arriving at the temple in Jerusalem for Passover, only to find it filled with sellers and money-changers. Angered by the disrespect for His Father’s house, Jesus made a whip out of cords and drove them all out, spilling the coins and overturning tables. He said, “Stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.” Sister explained how Jesus’s actions remind us to honor the sacred and keep our hearts focused on God. “Our hearts are temples, too,” she said, “and we need to keep them free from distractions, ready to welcome Him.”
Later, we bundled up and went to check on the animals. My dear brown hen, who’s been our steadfast friend through the storm, didn’t spend the night in the coop. Instead, she was right at the foot of our bed, nestled in the cozy nest we brought in for her. This morning, I reached in and found a beautiful, large brown egg—a thank-you from our brown hen for her warm shelter. Sister said she’d “repaid our hospitality,” and we decided to cook it up for breakfast right away. When we cracked it open, we were delighted to see it was a double-yolker!
We made soft-boiled eggs on toast, the perfect warm comfort on such a chilly morning. Sister added a small pat of that German butter from Kolona Dairy, which melted into the rich yolk, making each bite feel extra special. I even shared a bit with Mini, letting her have one of the yolks. Her little nose twitched with excitement, and she gently licked the yolk, her eyes wide with delight. It’s not often she gets a taste of something so special, and I could tell she felt like a queen for a moment. She looked up at me as if to say, Thank you, and I gave her an extra pat on the head, grateful to have her by my side.
Here’s the recipe we used for our breakfast:
Soft-Boiled Eggs on Toast with Melted Butter
Ingredients:
• 2 fresh eggs (a double-yolker, if you’re lucky!)
• 2 slices of thick, hearty bread (we like to use country or sourdough)
• A small pat of rich German butter (or any good-quality butter)
• Salt and pepper, to taste
Instructions:
1. Fill a small saucepan with enough water to cover the eggs by about an inch. Bring the water to a gentle boil.
2. Gently place the eggs into the water and let them cook for about 5-6 minutes. This will make the whites set but keep the yolks soft and golden.
3. While the eggs cook, toast the bread until it’s golden and crisp.
4. Once done, carefully remove the eggs from the water and let them cool for just a moment.
5. Spread a pat of German butter over each slice of toast, letting it melt into the warm bread.
6. Crack open the eggs and spoon the soft yolks and whites over the buttery toast.
7. Sprinkle with a pinch of salt and pepper to taste.
To serve: Enjoy while still warm. Each bite, with the melted butter and soft egg yolk, is like a cozy hug on a snowy day. If you have a loyal friend like Mini by your side, a little taste for her makes it extra special.
Today was filled with warmth, even in the heart of a blizzard. It’s amazing how the simplest comforts, like a hen’s gift and a shared breakfast, can make us feel close to God’s love.
Dear Lord, thank you for this day, for the love that fills our home, and the blessings of good food shared with those we cherish. May we keep our hearts as sacred as Your temple, always open to welcome You. Amen.
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