I had some lovely shrimp in my house the
the other day … last week.
I apologize for my lack of posting. It turns out, I was struggling with nausea for the past week. I couldn’t look at food, eat food or pick up a cookbook. It took a pint of ginger ale and an Advil for me to make my step-daughter a tart for her going away dessert. Of course, the first thing people think is: pregnant! Bun-in-the-oven! With child! Eating for two! But, no… that’s not it. Nor was it a virus, bacteria or any type of poisoning.
It was the anticipation of drama. It was the feeling that something was about to unfold that was out of my control. It was a festering situation about to erupt like a bubbling volcano straight from the pits of hell.
So, what happened?
Unsolicited advice from an unwelcome source. Hate-filled words and years of pent up aggression and judgement exploding like a faulty pressure cooker. Many times I have sensed the volatile environment, and tried to discuss the forecast of the pending situation… only to be told that the tension “must be on my side” ~ alas, my interpretation was accurate and the explosion of bitterness occurred. And, no.. thank God- this is not a situation between me and my sweet hubby.
To sum it up~ I married him, not her.
Leave and cleave, you know. In other words, you leave your family and cleave to the marriage.
And, a crappy parent is not one that doesn’t say NO enough.
A crappy parent is one that beats, abuses, neglects, violates, exasperates and is disrespectful to their children.
I say NO to my four year old; I say YES to her, too.
If I NEVER said NO to her, we’d have: six ponies, cake for breakfast, four cats, eighteen puppies, no money, an igloo, orange walls, a polka dot car, Spaghetti-Os every night, a pool, chickens, and a goat.
I say YES, I will HELP her.
I say YES, we can PLAY.
I say YES, she can DO IT HERSELF.
I say YES, she can attend a CHRISTIAN SCHOOL.
I say NO to DISHONESTY
I say NO to DISOBEDIENCE
I say NO to FORCED AFFECTION
I say NO to VIOLENCE
I say NO to TOLERANCE of being mistreated.
She is still learning, and she has her bad traits as WE ALL DO.
But, NEVER call me a bad parent, may GOD be the judge of that.
I’m sure I will be hearing it for expressing my thoughts here~ but, I know that there are some of you out there that may need the same reassurance~ and may not be blessed enough to hear it often, if ever.
Saying yes to a four year old too much doesn’t make you a bad parent.
Saying yes to a thirty year old too much… well, there may be a slight problem.
But, we are not here to judge. Our children are NOT our own, they are God’s and we are only blessed to be the appointed babysitters for the time allotted here on earth. Let’s do right by Him, and let no other take away the joys that are in parenting.
Say yes to ice cream on Saturday.
Say yes to the tenth tea party this week.
They won’t want it forever.
For those of you that are here for the food, I got ya covered: 🙂
Of course, most people eat their shrimp whole with sauce, or swimming in a garlic butter scampi. I decided to chop mine up.
Add your shrimp to some Panko crumbs, an egg, salt/pepper and fresh dill.
I added some flour and regular bread crumbs as well, to bind it better.
- 1/2 pound cooked shrimp, coarsely chopped
- 1 large egg
- 1/2 cup Panko bread crumbs
- 1/4 cup regular bread crumbs
- 3 TBS flour
- 3 TBS fresh dill
- 1 TBS lime (or lemon) juice
- 1/2 teaspoon lime (or lemon) zest
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/4 teaspoon pepper
- In a bowl combine the ingredients.
- Shape into patties.
- Pan fry in a nonstick skillet in 2 tablespoons cooking oil over medium high heat for 4-6 minutes per side, or until golden.