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Salmon and Kale Rice Bowl - Meatless Fridays

Mmmmmm, so easy and sooooo delicious!

Meatless Fridays during Lent should not be boring or dreaded! So during this Lent I'm making an effort to come up with meatless meals that are so engaging that you will look forward to eating this meal any day of the week.
6 ounces fresh salmon 1 Tablespoon each mayo, mustard, panko bread crumbs 1 bunch kale 1 clove of garlic 1/4 cup of chopped dates 3/4 cup rice 1 1/2 cup water, vegetable or chicken stock

Directions: Serves two  1. Preheat the oven to 425F. Slather the salmon with mayo, dijon mustard, and then sprinkle with panko bread crumbs. When the oven is heated, cook the salmon for 10-15 minutes depending on your desired doneness.
2. Saute the rice in a Tablespoon of butter, then add the water or stock. Turn heat to medium high, bring the rice to a boil, cover and turn down to low and let it simmer until all of the water has been absorbed and the rice is tender, about 25 minutes.
3. While the rice is cooking: strip the kal…

Into the Woods

Into the Woods
Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

On occasion I am asked how I came to write a faith column. To be honest, sometimes it’s a surprise even to me. A year ago, I answered an ad for a columnist for this paper. During my phone interview with the editor, Ben asked what my column would be about. I hadn’t thought that far – I tend to approach interviews as conversations, which might be why full-time employment remains elusive. Thinking out loud I said, “I am political junkie; however, I believe you have enough opinions on that topic.” And then a thought popped into my head and out of my mouth, “How about a column on faith?” There was a pause as I held my breath and Ben considered. And then he said, ‘yes’. Like resolute hikers, we move into the mid-point of our Lenten journey and deep enough into the woods to wonder why we started. Perhaps we have even forgotten our destination. Here, we are ‘hemmed in behind and before’ by a shadowy thicket of tree trunks. We look over our shoulder…

Who’s Coming to Dinner?

Who’s Coming to Dinner? Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson
“Who do you want at your birthday dinner?” Mom asked. “No one, just you.” I replied. “Why?” “I’m ashamed of where my life is right now and I don’t want to spend the evening explaining that.” After Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge, God knowing what they’d done, came looking for them, calling out for them. They responded by covering their bodies in shame and hiding from their Creator. When Jesus met the Samaritan woman at the well, she was there in the blazing afternoon sun because her five marriages had made her a social pariah who could only come to draw water when no one else was around. After the Prodigal Son had squandered his inheritance and was left homeless and starving, he returned to his father’s estate, not as a son, but filled with shame and asking for nothing more than to work as a servant. Shame clouds how we see ourselves and our perception of how others’ see us. As Saint Paul wrote, it is as if we can no long…

The Power of One

Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson
At 8am on Sunday a voice called up to me, “Suzanne, did you lose your wallet?” “Yes!” I cried and hurried downstairs to the front door wearing my bathrobe and nightgown. I greeted the owner of the voice with an enthusiastic hug. Amanda, heretofore a stranger, stood holding my driver’s license, with a tale to tell. Generally, when I leave home, I grab my purse and go. For some inexplicable reason, on Saturday morning I grabbed my wallet and keys instead. This deviation from routine might explain why my wallet ended up on the side of Highway 9, by the Goose Pasture Tarn, after falling off the top of my car. The divine appointment occurred when Amanda somehow noticed my dark brown wallet against the similarly colored road, pulled over, retrieved my wallet, and showed up on my doorstep the next morning. The few dollars and two cards the wallet contained weren’t irreplaceable. However, my grandmother’s engagement and wedding rings were. One person making a …