Another Wiley favorite:
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Gotta love Wiley.
A friend who has moved near to us cannot digest gluten. I’ve tried several times to make for her some gluten-free pizza crust, but that has not turned out so well. So, I decided to turn my sights to something a bit less challenging: pancakes.
Years ago we discovered what we think is the best pancake recipe, since perfected with home ground, whole wheat flour, but perfectly good with regular flour. I’ll share that here in a moment.
When I went to the internet looking for a gluten-free alternative, the best rated (at my go-to site) all had particularly weird ingredients (translation: not in my pantry) and an over dependence upon xanthan gum. So I decided to experiment with my preferred recipe, replacing the wheat flour with whatever else I could drum up without a trip to the store.
The result received high marks from members of our church community group. So… if any of you need some gluten free pancakes, I’d love to know what you think of this alternative.
[Note: Since I’m a huge fan of the kitchen scale, I list the ingredients here in grams first to encourage you to make the leap. But in deference to those who have not yet done so, I’ll convert them to more standard measures. The conversions are approximate. Please – go buy yourself a scale
Pancakes
(Based on a recipe from The Book of Bread
by Judith and Evan Jones)
Flour 135g (1 rounded cup)
Baking Soda 7g (1 tsp)
Sugar 29g (2 TBS)
Salt 2g (1/4 tsp)
Egg 1
Oil (or butter) 28g (2 TBS)
Buttermilk 240g (1 cup – adjust for desired thickness)Mix liquid ingredients in one container and dry in another. Then, mix the dry into the liquid. Do not over mix.
The original recipe called for melted butter, but we have found that vegetable oil is so much easier than melting the butter. This recipe will make about 8 medium sized pancakes.
For the gluten free alternative, I replaced the flour with the following:
Rice flour 60g (3/8 cup)
Corn flour 60g (1/2 cup)
Corn starch 15g (2 TBS)
I tell you – this is so much easier with a scale.
Let me know what you think!
We begin with two axioms (“…a statement or proposition that is regarded as being established, accepted, or self-evidently true”):
All boys are stupid and are liars.
All girls are fickle and are cruel.
But then…
A boy meets a girl around whom he can be nothing but honest. With encouragement he pursues her.
The girl is so taken that her fickle heart is steadied into faithfulness and her cruelty melts away into kindness.
This is magic. Something good can be made of this.
Joy is a shy performer.
She brings delight beyond measure to an audience. And yet, she is fearful. If Trouble is anywhere to be found in the theater, she refuses to emerge. She waits for Trouble to leave.
But Trouble never leaves.
But when the audience’s attention is fixed on one other Star, she emerges. Imperceptibly and yet with power, Joy lights up the stage. Trouble is diminished by this Star, and the audience is transformed by the dance of Joy.
As long as the audience attends to the Star, Joy remains.
I know how you feel, Ralph:
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At this year’s International Christian Retailers Show which is wrapping up this week in Orlando, former Orlando Magic executive Pat Williams was honored among others with the “Champions of the Faith Award”. According to the press release, “Award recipients live their lives dedicated to the principles taught by Jesus Christ in work and also beyond their professions.”
Apart from the fact that I’ve pastored two churches in which most of the people would qualify for such an ‘award’ judged by that criteria, I’m troubled by the very concept of granting such awards. I have in my mind as I type heroes and champions of the faith who have been my mentors and models over the years. And I think that there is not a one who would have consented to receiving such an award. They were certainly never motivated by such a thing.
I’m in no danger of ever being offered an award, but the very idea of it troubles me. It seems to grate against Jesus’ teaching that the greatest in the kingdom is the simple believer who trusts in him. The truly heroic may be the godly mother struggling against all odds and apart from all renown to raise a child in the face of a father’s hostility. She doesn’t want an award – she simply wants to see her child come to love Jesus. Humility and award giving seem to be at such odds with one another.
And if we are to honor those who have been truly honorable, should we not wait until after their work is done? One cannot make the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame until several years after retirement. Even the US Postal Service will not release a stamp in one’s honor until ten years after the honoree is dead. (An exception is made for former presidents for whom stamps are released immediately upon death. But they still have to be dead.) If we had the sense to do this, it could serve to ameliorate the embarrassment of honoring a man or woman only to discover after the fact that he or she was not in all ways honorable. (I’m tempted to call this the “Herman Cain Effect” after many Christians hopped on the ‘Cain for President’ bandwagon only to have to hop off when his indiscretions became public. But candidates for naming rights abound.)
Years ago I attended a conference in which the speakers were something of a Who’s Who in evangelicalism. When each was introduced and after each finished speaking, the crowd wildly cheered. It seemed to be the thing to do. But I remember watching Ravi Zacharias after his message quickly take his seat and hold his head in his hands. Of course, he may have had a terrible headache. I never asked him. I like to think, though, that he was embarrassed by what he considered inappropriate accolades.
My protest is one raised in the desert. Akin to my opposition to red letter Bibles, my thinking on this matter seems to be at such odds with the bulk of evangelical Christianity, and I’m not sure why that is.
Perhaps someone can help me understand.
The following is a picture of me, after running on a hot, 94 degree Florida afternoon.
Or rather it is a picture of an ironically named ‘sun bear’ at a Nebraska zoo.
I feel his pain.
Source: The NY Times
Each year, our family spends a week camping in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Two weeks ago we were at the Elkmont group campsite, 15-20 miles from the Cades Cove group campsite, the site we occupied last year.
This morning news reports out of that part of the world are informing us that a severe and sudden storm hit the area last night with wind gusts up to 70 miles per hour. The Cades Cove site was hit hard with many trees toppled, campers stranded, injuries, and two fatalities. It is surreal to read about, and terribly sad for the families of those who died. We are grateful to not have had to brave such a thing.
I was reading about this in the online edition of a small local paper which brings the touches that only a local paper can add. In camping at Cades Cove and at Elkmont, the IGA in Townsend, TN was our source for supplies when needed. The Maryville (TN) Daily Times reported this incidental detail:
The Mary E. Tippitt Memorial Library was having a book sale in the IGA parking lot. The winds blew the tent over and injured Mr. and Mrs. Charles Tippitt who had to be treated at the hospital. The books were also soaked and ruined.
I realized as I read this that I was okay with Mr. and Mrs. Tippitt being injured. I was sad for the lost books.
Time for a priority check.
One of the peculiar aspects to the disciples’ fishing trip in John 21 is that after having fished all night, some stranger on the shore says, “Try the other side” and they do it. I would have been, I think, too proud and incensed and might have shouted back, “What kind of an idiot do you think I am?”
But I’m not a fisherman, and so I love Donald Carson’s comments
If the disciples are not expecting Jesus to appear, and do not recognize the man on the shore, it is hard to see how Jesus’ exhortation to throw the net on the starboard side greatly differs from advice contemporary sports fishermen have to endure (and occasionally appreciate): ‘Try casting over there. You often catch them over there!’ (If there are some contemporary sports fishermen who have not yet experienced this delight, I recommend they take my children with them on their next trip.) (671)