What do you think of when you hear the term “preacher’s wife”? Hmm…
One who sees only in black in white?
Welcome to flamingobear. We're the Martin family. Jenn cooks a lot. Tim eats it. And the trees are awesome.
What do you think of when you hear the term “preacher’s wife”? Hmm…
One who sees only in black in white?
Sometimes I’m asked if I miss teaching and if I’ll “go back” once all the kids are in school. Ummm, how do I say “no” and “no” politely? Now don’t get me wrong – I loved teaching biology and physical science. However, I feel I’m still very much a teacher – only with fewer students (just 3!) and a lot less paperwork! That said, I’d like to resume my former role as a high school teacher again for a moment. So, please clear your desk – it’s time for a pop quiz! And, please keep the groans to yourself.
If you’ve been reading our little blog for a while, you may have noticed that we’re slightly obsessed with strawberries right now. As far as obsessions go, it’s a pretty good one. Perhaps it’s hereditary – my maternal grandmother, who was affectionately known as Nana (but pronounced Nanny) had a strawberry fetish herself. Not only did she love to eat them but she was constantly stealing what she called “strawberry kisses” from her 5 adoring grandchildren. Her kitchen floor was covered with indoor/outdoor carpet with a loud strawberry print that I can still clearly picture 20 years later. The crown jewel in her kitchen was a large ceramic strawberry-shaped cookie jar. This very same cookie jar now graces a prominent spot in my kitchen and makes me smile each time I look at it. I’d like to think this classic version of strawberry shortcake would bring a smile to Nana’s face as well.
