Happy Thanksgiving!!

   Hey guys! Happy Thanksgiving!! Alrighty, I am doing only ONE post this week. You probably already know that from a post last week. Anyway, I am going to do only a thanksgiving post.

    I made this banner for a reason. Lets start off!!

   Happy thanksgiving folks!! How are you today? I hope you are great. Anyway, today, people think as Thanksgiving as a time to eat yummy food, and going to other peoples houses. In a way it is, I mean, yes it is eating good food and visiting . . . but it also has a purpose. The purpose for it is that we are thanking God for all our blessings, and for all that he has given us. The idea was started by the pilgrims when they got to the New World. They had a huge feast with the Indians because they where praising God for helping them through the first few years. George Washington was the first to call the U.S.A to do thanksgiving on November 26, 1789. That is when it basically started. 

   THAT is the true meaning for thanksgiving. Giving thanks to God. 

   Alright, I am going to ask some questions of you. How many things can you find to be thankful for? How many things can you count? If you do count them, the list will go on and on. we have a thousand reasons to be thankful for. I'm going to list off a few, and in the comments, if you want to, you can write in the comments what somethings you are grateful for.

Alrighty, I am grateful for...

-Family

-Friends

-My house

-My church

-The comforts of home, such as a couch a table, ect. ect.

-The country I live in

-Trees

-The Bible

-Jesus 

And that is just a few things folks. I have lots more. God has given us all these gifts, and we should be thankful for them all, even the stuff we don't like. Like COVID. It may be hard, but we should still give thanks. In the Bible it says this...

1 Thessalonians 5:18

!n everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

And...

1 Chronicles 16:34

Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.

   We should give thanks to him forever, even in trouble. I hope you guys like this post!! I am going to finish this off with these questions.

How many blessings can you count? 

How many are there? 

And last...

Happy Thanksgiving!!! See you next week!!!! BYE!!

#3 Favorite Authors

   OH MY!!! I am sooooo sorry for not making the next post. I had meant to, but then I forgot. Anyway, let's get on with the post. I have 4 favorite Authors I want to show you. My first one is...Angie Thompson! 

   Now this book is so good. I love this sooooo much. It's warm, but it should be for a bit older audience, I think. It's well written, and it's supper sweet. I would recommend it.                                                        

   The next one I want to show you is...Faith Blum!!                                                                                       

                          

                                

Faith Is The Victory is defiantly for older people, but....it is super good. It shows a good lesson. Because, faith IS the victory. We can get through everything through him.                                       

   The next one I want to show you is...Kellyn Roth!!                                                                            

   I REALLy like this book. I think it is for all ages probably, and it's very sweet. I love how the story just captures you, drawing you in. It's a clean book, and I would definitely recommend it.

   Alrighty, the last one I am going to mention is...Jeanette Gilge.

   So, this book is very good, but the thing is, is that it's more of a girl book. I don't think boy's would like it. ;D It shows that God does forgive, no matter what you have done. It shows other things, but If you want to know what it says, well, I guess you will have to read it yourself. 

Well, bye!!! And I will be doing ONE post next week on the holiday Thanksgiving. 

SPECIAL Post

   Alrighty! I'm back! And . . . I am going to do a special post. How 'bout that??? Is that a good idea? Good. Now, my special post is about two book cover, a recipe, and . . . a picture. Alrighty, down to business. Okay, the first thing I am going to show you is TWO book covers, one I have already finished, and the other is one for a new story I am working on. Alright, here is the first one:

   I s it good? I LOVE German Shepherd and some day want to get one. I was wondering, is the word Blitz in a good place? Alright, the second one is . . . this:

   Is this one good? I personally like both of them best, but which one is YOUR favorite? 

   Now I am going to do the recipe. What recipe do you think I am going to do? Hmmm . . . let's see what is chosen . . . Best Ever Pumpkin Muffins! YUMMM.

Best Ever Pumpkin Muffins

Yields : 12 servings, or one pan of muffins

1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup dark brown sugar

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon ground cloves

1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

2 eggs

1 & 15 ounce can pure pumpkin puree

1/2 cup butter, melted

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

   Alrighty, now the picture I am going to show you is of a sunrise. It's sooooo pretty. I LOVE sunrises. How bout you?

Beautiful, right?? Well, I have to draw this post to a close, so BYE! I hope you liked it!

#3 Monday Snippets

 Hello! Well, we are back again. Now, I was wondering, would you guys like to see a snippet??

I'm glad you do (That is if you do ;) Anyway, as I was saying, you are probably just wanting to get my snippet. Well, here goes.

Song In My Heart

   Maybe my hearing wasn’t completely gone. I put my other hand onto the piano and started to hit my fingers against it randomly. I stopped a few minutes later, annoyed. Why had I said that I could make my own piece, when I could barely hear it?

   I stood up angrily and stormed out of the room. I just wouldn’t make a song. I stormed down the hall, and paused at Grandma’s door. I peeked around the corner and saw Grandma and Grandpa side by side on the bed, sitting there, heads bowed. 

   I stared at them, trying to figure out what was going on. Just then, they both lifted their heads and I saw Grandpa sign to Grandma, “I hope Kelly is practicing. I hope God shows her what to make.”

   Then it hit me. They had been praying for me. I turned around slowly, then walked down the hall. As I entered the music room, I felt terrible. Grandma and Grandpa were praying for me. Grandma still trusted him, and she was deaf. I have heard her play, and she plays beautifully.

   My hands went numbly up to the keys of the piano, and I placed my fingers gently

on it. I ran my hands slowly up and down, thinking. How would I play anything? My

fingers automatically started to play Amazing Grace as I thought. 

   Before I knew it, my fingers had started to dance across the keys, and I let them

go. I barely heard the noise of the piano, but to me it sounds sweet. A few minutes later,

my hands stopped, and my world grew silent again. 

   My heart felt heavy, and I realized, I had just been waiting silently for myself to play,

not even knowing. I buried my face into my hands. I had given up on God, and

Grandma had not. I started to silently cry, tears streaming down my cheeks.

   Grandma had always said that I inspired her to read the Bible more, and to trust

God more. And now, because of my selfish thoughts, I had blocked out God. I now realize

that God was trying to help me, trying to show me something. I lifted my head and

closed my eyes. Lord, I prayed, please help me to make a piece. 

   I opened my eyes and stared at the piano. I sat like that for a while, not thinking.

Finally, I placed my hands on the keys and started to strike the chords. I paused and stood

up. I reached up to the top of the piano and grabbed a box.

   It was 8.5 inches by 11 inches. I set it on my lap and stared at it. Should I try to make

my own piece? I opened the box before I could change my mind, and I grabbed one of

the papers. I picked up the pencil that was inside, then placed the box back on the top.

   The blank page stared up at me. I picked up the pencil, then put it down. I placed the

paper to the side gently, then placed my hands on the piano. What to play. What notes

should I use? I glanced out the window, then back at the piano. I hit a few chords, then hit

them again. I picked up my paper and wrote down the notes, smiling. Maybe this would work.

   My hands danced across the board, and I wrote them down. Barely hearing them,

I was just hoping they sounded good. Finally, after a while, I had a song. Or I hoped it was

a song. I placed the strictly wrinkled paper in front of me, took a deep breath, and played the music.

Alrighty!! Now that you have read that, I need to pull this post to a close!! I will get back to you probably .

. . Wednesday?? I have a special post (If it works) Other wise I will see you soon. :)

Bye!!! (BTW, Blogger isn't working very well right know for me. It doesn't let me put up pic's. Does anyone know why?? I have to use a temporary signature.)

Heidi

#2 Favorite Authors And Some Snickerdoodles

 Howdy!! Glad you could join me again!! Alrighty, so I am going to do two things today for you. One, my the favorite author. And . . . some snickerdoodles. I want you guys to tell me if it is good, okay?? I'm new at making book cover's, and that's why am am asking. Alrighty, let's get down to business. I have 3 favorite authors. Here is my first:

   This book by Stephen Crosgrove is super funny, and the pictures are very colorful and eye catching. it's probably my favorite little kid book. I highly recommend it if you want something funny. It's so.   good.                                                                                                                                                        

   Second is The Bronze Bow.                                                                                                                         

   This one is for ages 12 and up I would say. It's really good, and it's set around the time of when Jesus is on earth. It's really easy reading, and It is a a book about a boy who is learning to heal. It is super    

good.                                                                                                                                                         

   Alrighty. The third one I want to show you is the Golden Goblet.                                                            

   It is a more serious book, definitely for an older audience. It's, I think, for 12 and up. It's about a boy that is going through hardship. I would recommend this, but only for, like I said, older audiences.      

Okay, so after all that, I have some pictures I want to show you of the snickerdoodles I made recently.

Here goes.                                                                                                                                                       

The bottom picture is my cookie jar, just to let you now. I hope you like this post. The snickerdoodles are really fun to make, especially with a sibling. If you guys want to make it, you can just ask in comment's for a recipe. You don't have to though. And I did write a post (The one before now) that you can see a recipe for them. It doesn't have instructions, but yeah... Anyway, I got to go, BYE!

  

#2 Monday Snippet And A Recipe

    Hey howdy hey!!! I'm back, and I have two things to tell you. 1: I am changing my snippets to one called Song In My Heart. Why, you may ask. Because Western Hope is being edited. Anyway, the second one is I a going to give you guys a recipe!!

   Anyway, I am going to now give you the snippet.

Song In My Heart

   I sat down gently onto the piano seat and stared at the piano. What could I play?

It needed to be done for the convention, and I was kind of nervos. Grandma had wanted me to

play something, but how could I, being deaf? I sighed. I don’t know why I am even trying.

I would be the only deaf person to play, and I can’t even hear what I was playing.

   I felt anger and hurt well up inside me, and I tried to push it down. Why did I have to go deaf?

Let me

explain. Two months ago, I had started to lose my hearing. I finally lost it completely about three

weeks ago. Well, I think so. I am still angry, hurt, and sad. 

   But, I had signed up to this concert at a conference, (before I learned that I was losing my

hearing) and my grandma wanted me to still play. You see, my grandma is a pianist, or was.

She also is deaf. It runs in the family. 

   My grandma insisted that I still play. I said, no, I wouldn’t. I was deaf. Well, she said that that

was no excuse. Then she went and told me of when she went deaf. I had heard it many

times before. Anyway, as she told me, well, actually sign languaged to me, I was kind of annoyed.

“Kelly, when I was a little older than you, I got deaf to.”

   I sign languaged back, “So, what does that have to do with anything? I've heard this before.”

   “Kelly, the point is, is I still played piano after that. God gave you a gift, and you should use it.

You signed up to play at the conference, and I want you to either, make up your own piece,

or play one you already know. But, if I were you, I would try to make my own piece.”

   I shook my head and signed to her quickly. “Grandma, I can't. It's not possible.”

   I saw grandma's face as she sighed, and she signed back, “Please, Kelly, try for my sake.

Please. God had you sign up and get deaf for a reason. Please.”

   I stared at her, then signed back. “Grandma, I’m hurt. I don’t get why God made me deaf.

Why would he do something like that?”

   “He has a purpose for you Kelly. I don’t know what, but please, just try.”

   I glanced down at the floor, then back up. I signed. “Fine, I’ll try to make my own piece,

but  don’t know if it will be good.”

    And, that’s why I am sitting here now, staring at the piano. I had pushed it off till now,

but I can’t any longer. The concert is in a few days. I smacked my hand against the piano

keys, and I heard a faint pling. It was distant, barely noticeable, but I still heard it

in my silent world.

Now, the recipe that I am going to give you is one for Snickerdoodles. Here...

But after this, I need to end it. (BTW, I will do a special post soon.....:)

Ingredients

• 1/2 cup butter, softened
• 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons sugar, divided
• 1 large egg, room temperature
• 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
• 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Bye!!!!!!

#1 Favorite Authors . . . And Whoopie Pies

   So, this fall I started a writing camp, and It's called The Kings Daughter Writing Camp. 

   I had set my goal for it to complete my book (well, one of them:) and I completed my book!! I hope to publish it soon, but it still needs to be edited. Anyway, when I finished my goal I got this!!

   It looks cool, right?! Well, I have a second thing to tell you. I hope, every Thursday or Friday, I want to share with you my favorite authors. Also, in the chat, can people tell me what I should put up post's about? 

   Anyway, onto the fun!! 

   Okay, my first favorite author I am going to mention is Susan K. Marlow. She writes her books in a eye catching way. My favorite book that she has written is More Tales From Memory Creek Ranch.

I am going to put up the first and second book.

   And.....

   So, These two books are really good, but they are for ages 12 and up. They are full of adventure, and they are really good for if you want happiness or sadness. 

   My second one is Rebekah A. Morris.

   This book is sooooooooo good. It's a bout a 18 year old boy learning to grow in the Lord. It has other stuff like adventure, but, I think you should check it out if your interested. It encouraged me in many ways, and it is so well written. It is very good, and I'm pretty sure it can encourage other people, not just me.

   My third one is Wilson Rawls.

    This book is very adventurous and sad. This book is for 12-13 years of age. There are some words that could be crossed out, but otherwise it's good. It's intense.

   Now, after all that, I have one more thing to show you. As you can see by my blogs name, Culinary Scribbles, You probably know that culinary means cooking skills. Now, you may be wondering, "Isn't this blog about cooking AND writing?"

  Well, you are right. This blog is supposed to be cooking and writing. Well, since you where wondering, (IF you were) then you are correct. You know how I was saying that I had one last thing to tell you? Well, I am going to show you a desert I made. Here...

   The picture is a little blurry, but that dessert is called Whoopie pies. They are really good, plus they are easy to make. They are as big as Oreos, but taste different.

   Anyway, I need to eventually stop, so bye!!!!! 

My First Post!!/ #1 Monday Snippets

   Hi! I'm Heidi, and this is my first ever blog post! I'm very excited, and I'm glad you could join me.

I'm new at this, so I am still getting the hang of things. I thought that since I am new at this, I might as well just do what I think is the right way to blog. 

   So, I am going to make this announcement: Every Monday (till I can't put up anymore snippets) I am going to put up a snippet of my story that I hope to get published. It's called Western Hope. Anyway, in general, I am just doing that so far....well, here you go. :)

Western Hope  

...........................

   Elizabeth “Betty” McLoren slipped on her cloak and glanced around the small cabin. The cabin was a two roomed one with a bed, chest, table, window, and rugs in the other room. The front room had a stove, wood box, table, chairs, and a box on the side of the wall under a window. There was a ladder leaning up against the wall by the stove, and the top of it disappeared into a hole in the ceiling.  Betty glanced around one more time. 

   She turned and opened the door, stepped outside in the hot, humid, yard and closed the door with a firm tug. The log cabin was placed in a little grove of trees, and the trees slowly disappeared into fields. She pulled her hood up. She felt the sweat to start trickling down her neck, and she pushed aside the desire to reach up and push the hood down.  

   I can’t take down my hood….I can’t. She kept her face down and placed a grim expression on her face. I can’t take my hood down, no matter what the cost. I can’t forget what I did….

She started along the road and kept thinking. Two years…..I was 15….so long ago. I can’t believe they have been gone that long. 

    Betty’s face relaxed, and she clasped her hands under her cloak. I miss them, especially Mama’s calm reassurance…..and Papa’s calm guidance. A relaxed smile split her face as she remembered the verse he always quoted. Even though I walk through the valley and shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me…But God has not answered. He doesn't care.

   She brought her face down again. She blinked rapidly. Don’t cry! Betty pushed her thought into a deep corner of her mind, then her face grew hard again. Then she came…..ruined it all. Why, Lord? Why right after they died? Why?! Why do I have to keep it secret all the time? Why? 

   She stopped her thoughts and stiffened. Betty clenched her fist’s together and glared at the ground. She would have chosen to stay out of town, but she had to go. Even if she didn’t want to. She brought her face up just enough so that she would not bump into anyone. 

Well, I hope you liked the snippet. I am going to finish this post now, so bye till I post again!!