November 27, 1955
Dear Diary,
The mimeograph machine sat quiet today in the corner of the bedroom. Sister Mary Claire and I were bound to stay indoors as St. Mary’s called off services due to the harsh weather. Snow covered everything, making the walk to church impossible. It felt strange knowing that Gospel Reading Number 100 would not be seen or shared at Mass today. But I kept the original readings and tucked them carefully into my notebook, preserving them like a treasure.
Over breakfast, Sister Mary Claire took the time to explain the Gospel reading to me. We sat together, cozy and warm, while she told me how Jesus reminds us to persevere through trials and promises that not a single hair on our heads will be harmed if we stay faithful. Her words felt comforting, like the buttermilk pancake she had prepared. Kolona Dairy butter and maple syrup made it heavenly, and Brown Hen’s freshly laid egg, fried just so, completed the plate.
Here’s the pancake recipe Sister used from her Kitchen Klatter cookbook:
Buttermilk Pancakes
The mimeograph machine sat quiet today in the corner of the bedroom. Sister Mary Claire and I were bound to stay indoors as St. Mary’s called off services due to the harsh weather. Snow covered everything, making the walk to church impossible. It felt strange knowing that Gospel Reading Number 100 would not be seen or shared at Mass today. But I kept the original readings and tucked them carefully into my notebook, preserving them like a treasure.
Over breakfast, Sister Mary Claire took the time to explain the Gospel reading to me. We sat together, cozy and warm, while she told me how Jesus reminds us to persevere through trials and promises that not a single hair on our heads will be harmed if we stay faithful. Her words felt comforting, like the buttermilk pancake she had prepared. Kolona Dairy butter and maple syrup made it heavenly, and Brown Hen’s freshly laid egg, fried just so, completed the plate.
Here’s the pancake recipe Sister used from her Kitchen Klatter cookbook:
Buttermilk Pancakes
1 cup flour
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup buttermilk
1 egg
2 tablespoons melted butter
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup buttermilk
1 egg
2 tablespoons melted butter
In a bowl, mix flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
In another bowl, whisk buttermilk, egg, and melted butter. Combine with dry ingredients until just mixed.
Heat a skillet and pour 1/4 cup batter for each pancake. Flip when bubbles form and edges look set. Cook until golden.
Mini, of course, found the snow just as troublesome as we did. Knowing her outdoor adventures were out of the question, she focused on keeping us entertained. She kept dropping her squeaky ball in front of us every time she thought we had an idle moment. I don’t know how she always seems to sense when I’ve finished a bite or Sister’s voice pauses between sentences. She is truly a clever little dog.
Brown Hen stayed indoors with us, her cozy nest still at the foot of our bed. I gave her a thankful pat this morning after collecting her egg—her way of contributing to my breakfast.
As I reflect on today, I’m grateful for the quiet moments, for Sister’s warm presence, and for the simple comforts we share. Here’s a little prayer I wrote for this snowy day:
Dear Lord, thank You for Your promise of protection and for teaching us to trust in Your plan. In this stillness, help us find joy in the little things—a faithful dog, a good meal, and a safe home. Guide us through the storms, both outside and in our hearts. Amen.
With love,
Kathy
In another bowl, whisk buttermilk, egg, and melted butter. Combine with dry ingredients until just mixed.
Heat a skillet and pour 1/4 cup batter for each pancake. Flip when bubbles form and edges look set. Cook until golden.
Mini, of course, found the snow just as troublesome as we did. Knowing her outdoor adventures were out of the question, she focused on keeping us entertained. She kept dropping her squeaky ball in front of us every time she thought we had an idle moment. I don’t know how she always seems to sense when I’ve finished a bite or Sister’s voice pauses between sentences. She is truly a clever little dog.
Brown Hen stayed indoors with us, her cozy nest still at the foot of our bed. I gave her a thankful pat this morning after collecting her egg—her way of contributing to my breakfast.
As I reflect on today, I’m grateful for the quiet moments, for Sister’s warm presence, and for the simple comforts we share. Here’s a little prayer I wrote for this snowy day:
Dear Lord, thank You for Your promise of protection and for teaching us to trust in Your plan. In this stillness, help us find joy in the little things—a faithful dog, a good meal, and a safe home. Guide us through the storms, both outside and in our hearts. Amen.
With love,
Kathy
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