In Part 1 of “Drawing Nearer to God in the Stillness,” I shared how I reconnect with the Lord by spending quiet time alone with Him on a daily basis. I shared with you what quiet time is and what it can look like. I am hopeful that the readers of Country Wife Chronicles also shared their own examples of what quiet time can look like in their comments on Part 1 and will do so again here.
Every once in awhile, seemingly at random, I begin to feel distanced from God…maybe only slightly, but it’s there. A prayer that feels like it’s left hanging in the atmosphere, never quite reaching the heavens. A rushed-through devotional because I just don’t have the time today to let the message sink in and truly resonate with my soul. A solemn, bummed out feeling that I can’t quite seem to place. A general lack of connection…
When Wildland Man is away and my motivation is lacking in the kitchen, I find that a nice big-batch meal is ideal. I work my magic, or lack there of, in the kitchen once for a whole lot of pay out, and then I have leftovers on hand throughout the week to reach for when I’m not wanting to make anything new. Which happens a lot. I’ve mentioned my issues with this before, right?
This breakfast hash is the perfect big-batch dish—it is so savory and yummy that I can honestly eat it for any meal of the day—not just breakfast.
Let me just state it bluntly: I had to get used to frugality. Saving instead of spending was a fairly natural mindset for me, but in a career that paid me well and increased my salary with each consecutive year, convenience buys were worth it and price tags weren’t all that important.
And then the shift…
Well, in Part 1 of this post, I filled you in on a bit of my backstory. I shared how I felt I got a little swept up in the motion of things during my college years and ended up in a career I never envisioned for myself. And how, ultimately, remaining in that unfulfilling career led to much misery and unrest on my part.
That brings us to today’s post, Part 2 of How to Walk Away from a Career…in Search of Your True Calling.
One day, while in the midst of my professional career at the moment, I had an epiphany. What was I doing? I mean, really? How did I get here? This is so not what I had envisioned for myself.
Fast-forward to today, and…this is more like it. I mean, if I’m being honest, I didn’t exactly envision the life of blogger for myself either, but I’m content where I’m at and I’m fulfilled, so I know I’m headed in the right direction and am certainly not as lost as I was in that moment not so many years ago.
Wildland Man is the cook in our household. I know, I’m a lucky one. I can cook if I have to, but my hubs loves it, so I do the baking and he does the cooking. It’s a solid arrangement we have and I relish in it…until Wildland Man leaves to fight fires, but I guess that’s just part of “Living the Fire Life.” Then I’m left to fend for myself in the kitchen. When I’m a household of one in Wildland Man’s absence, let’s just say my meals usually leave a little something to be desired.
I have a confession to make. I am no chef. I wouldn’t even say that I cook. That’s my husband’s role. I bake. I love to bake. I could hang in the kitchen all day long with my oven on. So, when I decided I wanted to play the role of doting housewife and have dinner on the table for my husband (ok, at least once in awhile—he still does the majority of the cooking, and often helps me with the savory recipes you see here on Country Wife Chronicles), I knew that an oven-based dish would be the way to go.
So, tamales…love ‘em, don’t have the first clue how to make ‘em. Though I could probably figure it out, it just seems more practical to take the ingredients and throw them together in a one-and-done casserole. Casseroles are one of my very favorite things. For this reason exactly—I can quickly recreate the flavors and taste of practically any dish I love with minimal preparation and clean up. Who doesn’t love that concept? I mean, really.
Ok, just so we are clear, this recipe is not for those watching calories. It’s definitely not the healthiest dish on the planet, but it is warm and yummy and comforting. And quick, oh so quick. Bonus: it can be made with stuff you probably already have on hand in your pantry and freezer.
Call me a redneck. A country bumpkin. A hick from the hills. Honestly, I’d say these are all compliments. I know, I know…most of these terms are considered derogatory, but the way I look at it, I’d rather be considered any of these than a city slicker. But maybe that’s just me.