What it leads to is the mischief of confusing liturgy with magic -- of imagining there are only a handful of properly effective formulas for conjuring up the mystery, when in fact the mystery is alway...
However grand our sacramental downsittings and updressings may be, they remain only and precisely sacraments: real presences, under particular signs, of the happier order that faith can discover under...
The feet-on-the-stove stance of this book is a deliberate attempt to cure myself, and anyone else who will listen, of the nasty habit of worrying the world to pieces like a terrier with a rag. What we...
At the root of many a woman's failure to become a great cook lies her failure to develop a workmanlike regard for knives.
Do you seriously envision St. Paul or Calvin or Luther opening bottles of Welch's Grape Juice in the sacristy before the service? Luther at least would turn over in his grave.
I like a cook who smiles out loud when he tastes his own work.Let God worry about your modesty I want to see your enthusiasm.
Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own.