In the food category, check out Cheap, Healthy Good. The name says it all. My recent panzanella epiphany (we had it again tonight and HH said that he thinks he could eat it every day -- "it's like bruschetta in a bowl!") came from CHG.
In the life category, check out Ali's African Adventures. It's not a new blog by any means, but I've recently become a more consistent reader. Ali is a nurse with Mercy Ships and she tells remarkable and deep, yet joy-filled and humorous stories of the way God is using her as his hands and feet in serving the immense physical needs of the African continent. Her post today, "Bright Eyes" is a great example of her writing.
In the theology (and some misc.) category, Take Your Vitamin Z is great. He digests a lot of other stuff that's out there on the web and adds in touches of humor, sports and music.
In friends, I'm sure most of you read Addie's blog The Softer Side of Cynical, but just in case you don't, let me introduce you. Addie is brilliant, funny, honest and thoughtful. What's not to love?
And now, a story for you inspired by Addie's post on the 4th of July fireworks: I was at a work-related BBQ last night and a man from the middle of Wyoming was telling us about the Independence Day celebrations where he's from. "It's got the highest rate of fireworks purchases per capita in the country!" he said. (I'm not sure if this was conjecture or an actual statistic.) "Everybody buys hundreds of dollars work of big fireworks -- and the policemen buy twice as much because the fireworks stands give them a discount -- and starting at about 11:00 in the morning, they're blowing them off. And there's no 'open container law' on the 4th, so people are wandering around in the streets with their open containers all day."
Now, where I'm from (the nexus of MT/WY culture), cultural commentary like this would go unspoken: it would be like a fish trying to describe water. Of course you buy big fireworks. Of course you, um, imbibe all day while blowing them off. Why the big eyes while I'm telling you this?
"You're not a Wyoming native, are you?" I queried. Nope, he's from Oregon.
I knew it! I love my roots :)
Wow. Thanks for the praise, sweet friend! I'll check out the other links, since I find you a reliable judge of character and stuff. :)
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