the gratitude chronicle d.21.2013


I can 100% Guarantee this bottle will be on Thanksgiving Tables all over the Great State of Nebraska. Next to the corn-fed beef, Dorothy Lynch is our most popular export. My Uncle used to joke it’s one of the four major food groups.

As a kid I ate it on EVERYTHING. It’s a bit of a family joke that I didn’t know coleslaw actually had mayonnaise in it until I was teenager, because Grandma used this in it instead.

Now of course y’all KNOW we’ve got the “original” recipe given how resourceful she was….making it from scratch saves me a bundle, cuz, uh, yeah, I still eat it on everything.


  • 1 can Tomato Soup
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 1 cup oil (I like sunflower the best, avocado oil works too though the original recipe uses corn oil)
  • 1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
  • 1 t. sea salt
  • 1/4 t. garlic powder
  • 1 t. celery seed
  • 1/2 t. black pepper

Blend ingredients in a blender, pour into sealed jar and keep refrigerated. Consume on salads, french fries, roast beef sandwiches, pizza, potatoes, cottage cheese–whatever your little ole heart desires!


the gratitude chronicle d.19.2103

“Feathers Appear When Angels Are Near”

angel feather

My grandmother quoted this often because she was just as frequently finding spectacular examples to add to my collection.

Her habit of picking things up was one of the things I loved most about her. Rocks, pine cones, feathers, acorns, shells…they may have seemed insignificant in the eyes of most but to me they were proof that God was very near.

To this day these “reminders” still inhabit my home, strewn about in exactly all the right places, attentive and cautious guardians of the faith she cultivated in my heart.


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the gratitude chronicle d.18.2013

today I will be thankful

the gratitude chronicle d.17.2012

emilios store front

If you ever visit Denver, this is the absolute one stop you must make.

I have so many good memories here…


…birthday margaritas with besties (Kelbelle, pictured here), pre and post Christmas Parade warm ups, dates, “not dates” with “just friends”, football parties, and plenty of drive bys on the way home from work to pick up this Melange of Magnificence-the Chorizo Potato Taco Plate.


Comfort food with a Kick.

the gratitude chronicle d.16.2013

On this day, um, a “few” years ago–really, not THAT many–my Bestie arrived in the world….what happened after that is the stuff of fairy tales, because quite frankly, she is magical.

This is one of my all time favorite pictures, taken with her then boyfriend, now husband and father to her two amazing children.


kb and eric

the gratitude chronicle d.15.2013

We’re doing this real fun thing at work–sharing pictures of our younger selves. I am officially classifying it as “real fun” because it sure is making me laugh at myself a lot.

As a toddler I could not stand getting my picture taken, because I knew it meant getting stuffed into a dress. The two ALWAYS came together. In the winter, horror of horrors, it also meant tights.

Consequently, a good portion of my pictures depict one heck of a pissed off little girl.

pissed off first pic

But–if you took action shots (or I was in pants), it was an entirely different result:

me and pinkytoilet training

I can’t say that by the time I was in Kindergarten, it was any different.

pissed off and in a dress

In this particular instance, I refused to put the tights on and pouted, hunched in a time out.

Because Uncle Frank- a notorious prankster – was visiting, he decided to try and lighten things up a bit by stealing my grandpa’s dress shoes and socks, making me put them on, and snapping a picture as Grandpa combed the house for them.

I didn’t even crack a smile. Not even when Grandpa finally found his dress shoes and socks, and he and Uncle Frank laughed so hard they had tears running down their cheeks.

My grandmother who was also not amused by the commotion, then ordered me to put the tights on or face retribution, (a.k.a., an indefinite hiatus from television).

I did as I was told and skulked all the way to school.

However, on First Grade Picture Day I was emancipated.

Due to an early season blizzard, it was too cold to walk to school in a dress and tights. Problem was, “little ladies” did not wear pants (per Mrs. Nygren, my teacher), so Grandma grabbed my cleanest pair of jeans and let me pull them up as she dropped the dreaded dress over my head.

smug first grade pic

Do I look smug?

Why of course I do, because not only did I keep my jeans on under that dang dress all day, thanks to the heat getting knocked out, I got to wear them for a whole week straight.