Summer Strawberry Pie

I just love fresh Louisiana strawberries during the summer. The only way I love them more is in my pie (which is great as a breakfast food, by the way). I made one the weekend of the 4th, and thought I’d share my recipe with you. Enjoy!!

Ingredients:

1 stick of butter (1/2 cup), melted
1 ½ cup of graham cracker crumbs
½ pint of heavy whipping cream
1 tablespoon of vanilla extract
½ cup of powdered sugar
½ cup of white, granulated sugar
1 package of clear, unflavored gelatin
2 pints of strawberries, hulled and sliced

Place a medium size bowl, empty, into the freezer. If you have a stainless steel bowl, this is preferable. This will help the whipping cream peak stiffer.

Combine the graham cracker crumbs and the butter and pat the crumbs into the bottom of a pie plate. Place the pie plate into the freezer.

Combine strawberries and sugar into a bowl, cover and refrigerate. (another option is to cut the strawberries the day before and refrigerate until use)

Remove the cold bowl from the freezer. Pour the whipping cream, powdered sugar, and vanilla extract into the bowl and whisk mixture together. On a high speed, beat the whipping cream until stiff, about 5 minutes.

Remove the pie plate from the freezer and the strawberries from the refrigerator. Drain the strawberries of their extra juice. Combine the strawberries with the pack of gelatin and stir until it is absorbed and no longer visible. Pour the strawberry mixture into the pie plate. Cover the strawberry mixture with the fresh whipped cream. Refrigerate until use.

Serves 8

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Finding the magic from my soapbox

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I normally don’t write much about our boys being on the autism spectrum, mainly because I don’t have much to say about it in the way people expect.

Today, however, is different, and I think what I have to say about it is of some value, just from a human perspective. I ran into this woman today, who on several occasions has tried to discuss autism at length with me. Mind you, I do not know her name, nor am I really sure she knows mine, but through mutual acquaintances, she knows about the boys landing on the spectrum. That said, I am more than willing to have discussions about it, and we are very open about the subject.

Before this woman had a child, she read me the riot act because when she asked if we vaccinated our children, I was honest and said ‘yes’. Once she had a child, she told me I had ‘drank the water’, and vaccines were the reason my children were autistic. Today, I saw her and I could feel my cheeks burn, the hair on my arms prickle, and my insides start to blister. And then I overheard her whispering to someone about my ‘choices’ to vaccinate.

I ignored her, and once I got in my car, I started crying. This is what I wanted to say to her today: please stop judging me, I am doing the best I know how. Yes, we are open about our boys having autism. We are open about it, because to ignore it would mean we are embarrassed, and, I assure you, we are not.

I don’t have the answers to why both of our children have this. Listen, I get it; people want reasons. While I pray daily about them, God hasn’t given me an answer as to ‘why’, and I have stopped expecting one, because I’m pretty sure he sees the big picture when I don’t.

If you don’t know the parent you are judging, just stop. And if you do know them, proceed with kindness. I can tell you that I am doing the very best that I know how. Do I make mistakes as a mother? Oh, hell yes. But, so does every mother I know. When you ask someone that you don’t know at all, ‘have you thought of this or that’, you are essentially saying to them, ‘have you thought of this reason to blame yourself?’ There is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING, you can say to me that I haven’t already questioned in my mind during sleepless nights. I see the way you look at me and talk when you think I can’t hear you. I see the sympathetic, disdainful, and critical eye rolls you toss my way when my kids are acting insane, or only wearing costumes because he lives in an alternate reality. I know you thank God every day that he didn’t give you a child like mine. I am aware of all of these things, and while I cried the whole way home today because I wanted to be nasty to you in return, I chose not to judge you.

I chose not to judge you because I think you are doing the best that you know how. I can tell you, when we stopped asking ‘why’, something in our house changed. All of the time and energy spent on trying to find a reason has been replaced with what I like to call ‘finding the magic.’ The boys have talents I could only dream of, and they give us a whole new perspective on the world. Our youngest one literally sees the world as a magical place.

So, my advice from my soapbox today is to stop judging and instead come from a place of kindness. We are all fighting battles. Everyone has challenges. Some you can see, some you cannot, and I choose to believe we are all doing our best. And, if you are wise enough to live authentically, you will find your own magic.

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Mindful Radcliffe

Radcliffe comes to me and says, ‘Mom, I have found my calling in life. It is to protect humans from the zombie apocalypse.’

I put him to bed and the next morning he tells me about his dream.

Radcliffe: ‘Mom, I dreamed about dolphins and that my bed was on fire.’

Me: ‘Hmmmm… What do you think that means?’

Radcliffe: ‘I don’t know. Maybe that I need balance in my life and that I shouldn’t sleep with matches.’

Words of wisdom to live by.

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