Favorite Food – 31:2

1.  I love food.  It doesn’t always love me back.  And it really makes the struggle to lose weight a losing battle.  And I don’t mean losing in a good way.  But, this is not about my weight battle. This is about my favorite food.

2.  My favorite genre of food is Italian.  Give me Italian food any day of the week.  Or a good cheeseburger will work too.  But, if you limit my choices, then make it Italian. I am not Italian. But  my taste buds sure are.  Somewhere in there a little taste buddy is waving an Italian flag.  Ok. cheesy (yes, please, on my Italian entree, or pizza….).  I digress again.

3.  Italian it is.  But, if you want to narrow it down even more to a specific food.  Pizza. Hands down.  I could eat pizza almost every day of the week.  I don’t.  But I could. I am having Pizza for dinner tonight (10/1) with salad.  Just so I can feel virtuous about eating my vegetables. I do love salad.  It pairs well with Italian food, including pizza.

4.  I’m not sure when my love affair with pizza began.  I remember once, when I was younger, being at my aunt’s house and the adults were playing  cards and eating something called pizza.  First time I remember hearing about it.  For some reason I remember thinking it wasn’t something I wanted to try.  I also remember watching American Bandstand at her house too.  So, there really is no accounting for the taste of the younger me.  I digress again.  The point is, at some point in life, I developed a red hot love affair with pizza and it is still going strong.

5.  With every move we make (sounds like a song), and there have been lots of moves, we always check out the pizza joints as soon as possible, like before all the boxes are even unpacked.  And it doesn’t take us long to find our favorite.  In the small town where we currently hang our hat, it happens to be from our local grocer.  Yes, in a small corner of their deli department, they do pizza, subs and salads.  And they are the best in town.  Even better than a popular chain hut that used to be the only place to eat pizza.

6.  Prior to our move, we lived in Louisville and of course there were many options for pizza from dine-in only dives to delivery.  We tried several of them, but usually relied on faithful papa to deliver right to our door.  A few months before we moved, we finally tried one of the local pizza joints we’d heard good things about and were literally swept off our feet.  It was that good.  My mouth waters now just thinking about it. You can read about our first experience here. It truly was a moment of sheer foodie beauty.

7.  I could talk a good while about all the pizza places I’ve been and rank them for you, but I know it is almost time for pick-up and I am starved for the first bite of cheesy goodness with an under note of rich tomatoey sauce (always ask for extra sauce) that so gently nestles the pepperoni, sausage, onion and peppers, just waiting to make my taste buds come alive. I need a moment. Really. Just….wait….one moment.


In case you are wondering why my paragraphs are numbered, let me explain.  This is a 31 day series where I do daily LISTS.  Of my favorite things.  Since I went on and on and on about pizza.  My favorite food. Ever.  I thought I should at least pretend that it is a list. So, I numbered the paragraphs. It is now a list.

Eating pizza gracefully (probably not),

Teresa (aka Sadie Grace)

A Handful of Change


Yesterday I had a day out with my sister.  We took some items to the booth space I share with my father at an Antique Mall (more about that later), we shopped and then we went to my favorite local Italian restaurant for lunch.  It was great as usual.  We were stuffed.

As I was getting in my car a man approached me and wanted to know if I would do him a big favor.  He seemed harmless, so I asked what he needed.  He said he had just applied for a job at the restaurant and he wanted to know if I could spare a couple of dollars so he could get something to eat.  I rarely ever carry cash.  I explained to him that I didn’t have cash that I’d had to use my card to pay for lunch.

As he was turning to walk away, I remembered that we usually dump change in the console between our seats, so I looked and sure enough there was some change.  I called him back and said I have change I can give you.  I started counting out the quarters.  When I got to a dollar and fifty cents, I realized there was no need to count out the change, just give it to him.  So I picked up a couple of handfuls and gave it to him and told him good luck with the job hunt.

He walked away and I looked to see if there was more change, there was, so I rolled down the window and told him I’d found more change if he wanted it.  Again, I told him good luck with the job and said “God Bless you”.  He in turned said “God Bless You”.  Then he asked my name and told me his name was William and reached out to shake my hand.  He then said, “don’t ever lose that beautiful smile”.  He was very respectful and seemed genuinely appreciative of what little bit of help I had given him.

It was a small thing to do really, but it had a profound effect on me because it reminded me not to take so much for granted. And it reminded me that sometimes God presents us with opportunities to serve and we just pass them by.  We don’t pay attention.  I could have looked the other way when I saw him coming, I could have ignored him, or I could have just let him walk away when I remembered that I had change.  Sure, he could have been scamming me, but I am choosing to believe that he wasn’t.

It was worth the little bit of change I gave him to take the chance.  I’d rather think that I helped someone in need, instead of worrying about the fact that someone may have cheated me.  I don’t miss the change, but I would have missed the opportunity to feel good down in my soul where it counts.  And I would have missed the opportunity to pray for William.  Because once he walked away, I felt that I should pray for him and when he comes to mind I will say other prayers for him.  By name.

More importantly, I would have missed the opportunity to be obedient.  The opportunity to “do unto the least of these”.  That’s really what it is all about, isn’t it? Doing unto others as Jesus would do.  Showing compassion, reaching out, being a blessing and in turn being blessed.

Opportunities abound in the world around us, both large and small.  We just need to recognize them and be willing to be the hands and feet.  “Little is much when God is in it”.  No matter how small something seems to us, it may be big to the person who is in need. A couple of dollars seems like chump change when it’s scattered in my car, but to a man who is hungry it is the burger from the restaurant down the street that slows the growl and gives him energy to try again.



Blessings in Grace,


31:24 – A List

I’m very, very, very, late posting today due to the following list:  (note to self: find a better adverb to replace very)

To Do Wednesday

1.  Drive to Grayson, KY to the Kentucky Christian University Library so Mr. Piano can check out a book for his dissertation. Check.

2.  Drive to Lexington, Kentcky – stop at Red Robin for lunch and eat the limited time Oktoberfest Burger (minus the ham). Yummy. check.

3.  Stop in at Panera Bread for Raisin Bread and Orange Cranberry Muffins (need to use up some gift cards).  Check.

4.  Travel on to Hobby Lobby (love this store) for Letters to go with my coat hooks – for a project that I may post pictures of when finished.  Also. buy Christmas lights and a Christmas Door hanger. Check

5.  Stop in at Lifeway Christian Book Store for a book for Mr. Piano.  Check.  They don’t have the book. Uncheck.  Will have to order off Amazon. (Note to self:  Since the book was the main reason for going to Lexington, make sure Mr. Piano calls ahead next time.)

6. Go to Trader Joes!  Love me some Trader Joe’s.  Buy some favorite items.  Check.

7.  Take the long way home (from Lexington to Flemingsburg) to see fall color. Check.

Whew! That was a long Day.  I think I’ll have a Chicken Salad on Raisin Bread sandwich.

Traveling in Grace,