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Spring Breaks and Breaks and Breaks Me

 

creative commons; d. sharon pruitt

creative commons; d. sharon pruitt

 

It’s spring after a long winter. Too long. Too much.

Farmers tilling up dirt, making soil ready for bounty. God is tilling my heart. I am learning, feeling this as I put hands to the dirt in worship this morning, preparing spring ground for summer flowers.

The frost has heaved up rocks, pushed them to the surface. I pull them from beneath the soil and wonder where they come from, how far they’ve traveled only to be tossed aside.

The weeds—they’re so alive. They come up first, pushing through as a glimmer of hope. Toxin disguised as hope. They kill, they choke. I’m pulling up them up and out of this ground but each tug is filled with uncertainty—is this ugly thing only weeks away from radiant bloom? Or is this the poison that strangles out beauty not yet born?

The invaders, the unwelcome, I find their roots so shallow. So weak. A slight tug and they give way.

The flowers, they’re deep rooted, strong. Clinging to dirt deep. Awaking from winter’s long slumber. They don’t go gentle.

Oh, how I wish to be a flower. An iris. A lily. A tulip. A daisy. Dug in so deep. Bursting with beauty and light and newness. A beacon of hope, a pennant of promise.

Oh, how I have longed for spring, for the winter to roll back on my soul, for the Vinedresser to pull out heaved rocks and poison-plants.

This winter of my soul has lasted much longer than New England snow and ice, stuffed turkeys and heart-shaped candy boxes. I found that no jacket or mittens or boots could keep me warm and safe and dry from my own wretchedness.

I’ve waited long for this season—this time of new and fresh and beautiful; this time bursting with life and potential; this time of tearing up dead to make way for life. I’ve waited to feel the Farmer’s hands at work, to feel the plow meet the field of my wintered heart.

And it’s here. Tearing and sprouting and blossoming.

Spring breaks and breaks and breaks me and it feels like life.

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Strawberry Rhubarb Mojito Sorbet


I know what you’re thinking.
It’s been a while—it’s just been too long.

I know, I know. I’m so sorry. You were probably thinking awful thoughts, thoughts like:  Did she die?! Has she given up on baking?!  Is she throwing her life away?!

I’m back to assure you that I’m still alive, I’m still baking, and…well, I’m still alive.

That last bit is too weighty for this fun post that is all about sorbet. Ah, yes! Light! Refreshing! ALMOST ICE CREAM BUT NOT QUITE!

Or not at all…

Anywho, after several months of what we’ll kindly refer to as “tummy troubles,” I had some allergy testing done. Long story short, I’ve been avoiding three major items: wheat, eggs, and milk. Talk about throwing a wrench into the life of someone who loves food! But, I’m surviving and having fun trying new foods and learning to live life as a carnivorous vegan.

Mmmm…meat!

This dairy-free lifestyle has also meant giving up one of my favorite things in the entire world: GoBerry frozen yogurt. It’s a cute, local frozen yogurt shop serving up perfectly tart and delicious froyo made from local yogurt and local milk and a marvelous array of toppings.

Sigh. Drool.

With warm weather on the horizon, I’m finding a need for a frozen treat that isn’t frozen grapes.

Enter…SORBET!

After buying an excessive amount of rhubarb for a berry crumble (gluten free & vegan—delicious! I can’t wait to share!), I decided that I’d find a way to get the extra into a sorbet. What I ended up with is tangy yet perfectly sweet with hints of citrus. Plus, it looks really beautiful!

I give you…Strawberry Rhubarb Mojito Sorbet!

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