Dedicated to my Mom

After my Mom, Gloria, passed away in January 2012, I began a book project compiling recipes she had prepared and shared with my family and me.

Wow, so many memories wrapped up in food! I had not realized just how much cooking and serving food is associated with everyday family life and special family gatherings.

My Mom enjoyed gathering as many of us as she could in her small 1 bedroom apartment. The food she served us had no calories since it was all  made with love!

Gloria had a deep appreciation for entertaining and decorating. Her favorite decorating theme was Country Victorian. This style suited her caring, warm, lady like mannerism.

I used the title “Gloria’s Country Victorian Entertaining and Recipe Box” to honor her gift of hospitality and to recognize the effort she devoted to creating meals.

To enjoy some of the recipes, click on the image below to view the pdf verison

With Love and Blessings, Sara Marie Hantousch

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Do I love him…

I watched the Fiddler on the Roof the other day. I love that movie. Especially the part where Tevye and Golde realize they love each other after 25 years of marriage:

Tevye: [in song] Do you love me?
Golde: [speaking] I’m your wife!
Tevye: [speaking] I know!
[in song]
Tevye: But do you love me?
Golde: [singing] Do I love him? For twenty-five years I’ve lived with him, fought with him, starved with him. Twenty-five years, my bed is his…
Tevye: Shh!
Golde: [singing] If that’s not love, what is?
Tevye: [singing] Then you love me!
Golde: I suppose I do!
Tevye: Oh.
Tevye: And I suppose I love you too.
Tevye, Golde: [singing] It doesn’t change a thing, but even so… After twenty-five years, it’s nice to know.

DSCF0377 My hubby likes to watch it with me. Then for the next few days it is so cute listen to him whistle and hum some of the songs from the movie.My hubby reminds of Tevye [played Topol] especially when he is singing the song “If I were a rich man…Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.”We have been married 7 years. My Salah is a very traditional man. Sometimes it is a challenge to my ego and pride.Then I remember all the ways he has been so gracious and loving toward me. At night, he enjoys eating fruit after dinner. Most nights he will enjoy apples, oranges, bananas, and other fruits. When he peels the orange, he will always lean over and say to me, “Here, honey, this is your share” and hand me half his orange. He will offer to bring me tea when he is getting his. He will upon occasion do the dishes, make the bed, and offers to help carry the laundry down to the basement for me. He reminds me when my tongue and voice becomes impolite by saying to me, “What is this ugliness?” He reminds upon occasion that he does not need me to speak for  him when he having a conversation with my FBI and I try to help him out with language, “Hey, this is men talking to each other. This is between me and my FBI.” He holds me accountable to my part of caring for our home and animals. He holds me accountable to most everything…he keeps a close eye on me.Earlier this year, some of these things got under my skin and began to irritate me. My husband was laid off back in September of 2009.I found myself opening my mouth and out would come this awful attitude or response. It was not pretty. Over and over. Thoughts and words are related. Thoughts are unspoken words. Words are verbalized thoughts. Your words are a reflection of your thoughts…UGH! I was so frustrated…I could not tame my tongue.

Watch your words and hold your tongue; you’ll save yourself a lot of grief. Proverbs 21:23 The Message

I found myself amidst a totally new ‘comfort zone’ without ANY comfort. My attitude and responses to certain things began to weigh very heavily upon me. That is where the dark cloud comes over me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell, I wanted to say all that was in my heart…but the Lord placed His hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet. I kept saying, “But, Lord, he…” And the Lord places His hand over my mouth again. I said again, “But, Lord, he….” And the Lord placed His hand over mouth yet again this time telling me, “Be still child.” Then I said, “But, Lord, I don’t want anyone watching me so close. I want my privacy.” And there was the dark cloud storming above…my pure unadulterated pride was being poked [my dad used to warn us about the “Hemenway Pride”]. Suddenly, everything seemed very transparent and very self-centered.

If anyone thinks himself to be religious (piously observant of the external duties of his faith) and does not bridle his tongue but deludes his own heart, this person’s religious service is worthless (futile, barren). James 1:26 The Amplified Bible

I was smack dab face to face with my ugliness of my space being infringed upon. I was mad because I felt like I could not enjoy a leisurely coffee and breakfast. I was resentful because I could not take a nap in the middle of the afternoon just because I wanted to. I was frustrated because I couldn’t sit and watch a movie eating a snack instead of doing…anything more productive…like dusting or vacuuming or working outside in the yard. Instead I was constantly being held accountable for my actions and how I spent my day. I did not like facing the fact that I had become pure lazy! How do you think I put on all this weight? Not by keeping my hands busy doing my daily tasks.Drama. Drama. Drama. That is how I felt…I was making much more of it than necessary. But, laziness is a very serious condition just as overeating is. Both are equally bad for your health. And instead of rejoicing that Salah wanted to spend time with me doing projects like the goats, I slapped him in the face with my attitude of having my space infringed upon. Which led way to all kinds of other grief in the process. I openly admit I did not like being “watched” so closely. It would be so much easier and less painful if I placed it on him, but that would not honor the Lord, would not be true and would not teach me what I need to learn. No, it rests within me and I take responsibility for my actions and the consequences from them.

A man’s [moral] self shall be filled with the fruit of his mouth; and with the consequence of his words he must be satisfied [whether good or evil]. Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they who indulge in it shall eat the fruit of it [for death or life]. Proverbs 18:20-21 Amplified Bible

Anyways, back to the movie…

This part of the movie reminds of the love that my husband shares with me every day…day in and day out…the good, the bad, and the ugly…in sickness and in health, to love, honor and obey. There are so many ways he demonstrates his love toward me and his commitment to our marriage. There are times when I look at him and I just plain do not get him…but then there are those moments when he looks at me and says something that just melts my heart. All that he does whether I agree with him or not, is done out of love. Just like God my Father. Wow what a gift.

I never really understood what it meant to really “love” until I found Jesus. When God first brought Salah into my life, I was not sure I wanted to even meet him. God knew all long the man He had ready for me…I am ever grateful it is my Salah.

I just love him, thank you Lord for making him the man he is.

Daily Devotional: From my Hearth to Yours

Romans 15:13 KJV

~The God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing.~

card fb My second winter out in God’s countryside has begun with new life within our old barn buildings. I was struck by a most reflective thought as I laid out fresh straw for our new little goats.

My Lord Jesus began his life among such a place.

As I continued my chore of laying out the straw, I was touched by one of the goats. Very lightly mind you, they are still hesitant of us. Each day they come closer as we build a relationship of trust with one another. They come and sniff at my outreached hand. I have even been allowed to touch their nose a couple of times. They seem to enjoy my husband’s voice very much. When they hear him call, they respond very quickly to him. Most precious to observe.

This year is nearly to a close. As I look toward the new year, I am grateful for all the life happenings Jesus has guided my through so far. I think about how I must be like our goats, I too come and sniff at Jesus’ outstretched hand, hesitantly laying out all my stuff before Him. I say hesitantly because I seem to want to hold on to old baggage and flaws thinking I will find a way to handle it, instead of trusting and handing it over to the Lord who has already overcome the obstacle for me [and resolving any issues much better than I ever could!]. He patiently and lovingly leads me, teaches me, and disciplines me as we build a relationship together.

As we gather with family and friends over the next couple of weeks, may the Spirit of our Lord Jesus Christ fill you in a special way. May you be grateful for all the life happenings He has guided you through so far [and continue to do]. May you continue to seek His presence in your life [be sure to ask Him for help and include Him in your thoughts, hopes, dreams and prayers]. May His patience fall upon and over you as He works out the very special intricate details of His plans and purposes for your life. You will be astonished at what a tremendous job He does for you!

Most of all, know that you are a special warm fuzzy in His heart [AND MINE!!!!].

I thank each and everyone for the laughter and the tears we have shared.

With much love, Sara

An Autumn Poem

Author is Unknown

I came across the lovely little poem for fall:

Leaves are dropping from the trees
Yellow, brown, and red.
They patter softly like the rain-
One landed on my head.

Come out! Come out! The weather is clear.
Come out! Come out! October is here.
I’ll show you some presents from Jolly Jack Frost.
They are hidden in the leaves that the wind has tossed.

The brown nuts are falling and squirrels are at play.
face book pictureThey are finding all the good ones to hide them away.

Crimson leave and yellow.
Apple red and mellow.
Golden pumpkins on the ground.
Sights of autumn all around.

Falling, falling autumn leaves are falling.
Falling, falling, falling to the ground.
Whirling, whirling autumn leaves are whirling.
Whirling, whirling, whirling to the ground.

Down down yellow and brown
the leaves are falling all over the town


do you remember the song…there is a hole in the bucket dear Liza???


Episode II: The Killer Bees

Summer of 2008

By Sara Hantousch

This is still a true story!

Read on to learn more about my hole…

The latest up to the minute animated_beehive news…


Read all about it!

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 Salah and Sara

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have recently acquired

the skill of angry-bee bee battling.

What is a bee battle jpeg bee battle?


When bee jpeg left  bee jpeg rightfight it is called…

“a bee battle”

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When they battle in a kitchen,

it’s called…

“a bee kitchen battle.”

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when bees battle buzzing from the kitchen

to the bathroom and its upstairs,

they call it…

“a bee buzzing from the kitchen to

the bathroom upstairs battle.”

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when bees battle Salah and Sara

in a buzzing battle from upstairs to

downstairs and its in the basement,

they call this…

 “a bee upstairs downstairs

basement buzzing battle

with Salah and Sara.”

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when bees battle these battles upstairs

downstairs with Salah and Sara

from a hole in the cast iron sewage

drain pipe in the bathroom downstairs,

they call this…

YOU will not believe Salah and Sara are

battling bees from a hole in

a cast iron sewage pipe

upstairs downstairs buzzing battle!”

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NOTE: It turned out it was from

a BIG HOLE BEHIND the cast iron pipe.

Saying they came from the pipe makes a better story!!!!

Salah was able to fit a 9 volt battery into the hole!!!

SO the song…

there’s a hole in my pipe dear Liza, dear Liza,

there’s a hole in my pipe dear Liza, a hole.

there are bees flying out of my hole dear Liza, dear Liza.

there are bees flying out of my hole dear Liza, bees.


you can use your imagination to finish the song….

Episode of the Killer Bees

Just when you thought it was safe…

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Summer of 2008

By Sara Hantousch

This is a true story!

We have these bees

We were shaking at the knees

They had over taken the window

We decided they HAD to go.

Just how do we go about that?

Certainly not with a bat.

How about a can of Raid?

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Nope, not even TWO cans didn’t do it I’m afraid.

We found bees prefer the day.

We wasted our spray.

Oh how oh how, can it be done?

We have to wait until there is no sun.

"AHHHH, smoke them out!"

Bring that burning barrel about.


The fire it won’t start.

Building a fire is an art!!

"There we go!"

Bees do not like smoke didn’t you know.

Away they flew

Only over a window or two

So up the ladder Salah climbed


Filling in the gap was what he had in mind

The smoke died down

The bees started to come aroundbee2

"We are taking our window back!!!"

Salah proclaimed as he filled up the crack.

The gap was filled

We were thrilled

Or so we thought it was the end of mission.

Until the next day…I discovered them in my kitchen!!!!

Now what shall I do?

I got my shoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


They were mostly dead anyway

I knocked them out without delay

I patched all the holes I could see

"You will not take my house from ME!!!!"

"Will there be more in my kitchen tomorrow?"

I fell asleep thinking in sorrow.

Up early I did rise

I found NO bees oh what a lovely surprize.

I keep checking to see

No not one little bee

They are outside still

Building a cluster in the window sill


[not actual photo, but very close!!!]

At least they are not inside

I can relax and enjoy the day in stride.