Peanut Butter and Jam Oatmeal Muffins

This week we are offering another recipe that found its origins in the need to use up ingredients that were about to go beyond their best before date: peanut butter and sour cream.  

We have never liked peanut soup so that was out of the question.

We leave for vacation this week and travelling with homemade muffins would be nice so it was to Great Grandma Audrey’s recipes we went and here we found a recipe for Sour Cream and Oatmeal muffins.  

We then substituted peanut butter for butter and where goes peanut butter so goes jam.  Thus we added a dollop of black current jam to the centre of each muffin.

Ingredients:

• 1 cup rolled oats
• 1 cup sour cream
• 2/3 cup peanut butter
• 2 eggs
• 1 teaspoon of vanilla
• 1 cup brown sugar firmly packed
• 1 cup flour
• ½ teaspoon baking soda
• ½ teaspoon salt
• Jam of your choice

Directions:

1. Mix together the oats, peanut butter, sour cream, eggs and sugar.
2. In a separate bowl mix the dry ingredients
3. Add the dry ingredients to the peanut butter mixture
4. In well greased muffins tin fill ½ full with batter then add a dollop of jam and fill to top with batter.
5. Bake at 375°F for 30 minutes.

Note: The jam in the middle of the muffins retains the heat of cooking so let the muffins cool completely prior to eating or you may have a burnt tongue. 

Yep this is experience talking. 😊

From Our Table to Yours

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2017 twonsnydergirls

Beauty of the Sea Shore

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The Twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveler hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveller to the shore,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2017 twosnydergirls

The Colours of Winter

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2017 twosnydergirls

Transfiguration Sunday

Transfiguration Sunday is about mountain top experiences, those moments that step out of time, remaining forever clear in our memories.  They do not fade and cannot be altered with the passage time.

They are spiritual markers in our lives, always available, instantly transporting us into the presence of the Lord.  They fill us with the knowledge that in this moment we have all that we need for we are beloved by God.

Mountain top experiences, those that transform us are not always glorious moments of pure joy and beauty.  For many of us these transformative moments of coming face to face with God happen in the passage of our everyday lives or when we are in depth of despair, when we have lost control of our lives.

The Laundromat

One of my mountain top experiences happened on a cold and lonely October evening with no clean diapers for our young son.  Just as my despair threatened to overwhelm me the light in the campground laundromat came on and my spirit lifted just a little.  

Leaving my son and husband warm in our camper van I ventured out into the night cold and damp with a light mist of rain in the air.  Juggling a small bag of chain, laundry soap and a laundry hamper ripe with soiled diapers I opened the laundromat door. 

I remember it was warm in this small room and on the dryer sat a crossed legged teenager reading a book.  He looked up at me and said with a smile it free tonight then he jumped down and walked out into the night.  I did not give him another thought until the next morning when we went to the camp office to notify then that we were leaving.

Standing in the office handing in the keys to the washroom and shower I thanked them for opening the laundromat.  “No” was the quick response “we closed the laundromat last week and winterized the pipes.”  Stunned into silence I returned to the van and getting back in the laundry basket still filled with fresh clean folded diapers announced the miracle of the previous night.

And I was forever changed in that moment of spiritual clarity for I knew the depth of my God’s love and care for me.

Grandma Snyder

©2013-2017 twosnydergirls

Lectionary reading Exodus 24:12-18; Psalm 2; 2 Peter 1:16-21; Matthew 17;1-9.