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Tethering Grace & Togetherness

The Song

February 12, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey Leave a Comment

Many months ago, I saw a preview for The Song being released in local movie theaters, but sadly enough it never came to this part of the state. Naturally, when I saw the book up for review, I quickly requested a copy. I have been trying to fit in a work of fiction between each non-fiction book that I read this year. This is helping me to stay sharp and fresh when I’m reading– and it really helps me in writing, too.

I have to be honest I was a bit apprehensive about reading The Song. The last book I read which was released at a similar time as the movie was not wonderful but  seemed like a sloppy adaption of the screen play. With that book, I struggled to find anything creative about the telling of the story having also seen the movie. This book, The Song by Chris Fabry was not that way at all. I truly enjoyed the writing style and the story therein. I still have not seen the movie– but I think the book should ALWAYS be more thorough, not the other way around– right?

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Jed King, the son of famous musician David King, struggles to really find his place in life and in music. Though he has the talent, he has yet to find the passion needed for a career as a musician. When he plays for a Vineyard Festival in the town of Sharon, his future shifts in a tangible way. Enter Rose, the daughter of the vineyard owner. Having Rose out in the crowd stops Jed right in his set and he asks her out right on the spot. Their fast moving journey toward marriage and the future is real, pure, and beautifully told. Finally, in Rose, Jed has found all of the love and inspiration his music was lacking and he pens the song for her that propels him into the fame for which he was not even searching. Jed’s new found notoriety takes him down the rocky path of stardom which proves treacherous and ultimately unfulfilling. The Song, a modern adaptation of the life of King Solomon, causes the reader to ask difficult questions about grace, forgiveness and love. The tag line of the book, Even the Wisest of Men was a Fool For Love reveals the nature of certain struggles Jed will encounter on his journey.

I truly enjoyed this book. Unfortunately, the hard truth about pieces of Christian Fiction that attempt to deal with difficult issues– is that they often seem detached in hopes of not glorifying sin. This was not the case with this story. The writers write not from removed piety but from the place of being those in need of grace, as we all are. The Song is poignant and at times, heartbreaking without being vulgar or too raw. Well written and honest, the rough road Jed walks is detailed as he recklessly careens toward ruin without being either trite or coarse. One of the most clear themes of The Song is the theme of Grace that runs like a lovely thread from the first page until the last. I will not reveal how it ends, but if you love a good ending with plenty of redemption, you will certainly enjoy this The Song. I highly recommend this enjoyable and praise-worthy read. You can pick up your own copy of The Song at Amazon* today.

(affiliate link– which means Amazon thanks for me for telling you to use them!)

**I received a free copy of The Song by Chris Fabry from the Tyndale Publishers in exchange for my honest opinion. Thank you, Tyndale! 

Keep At It. (Even in the Messy Middle.)

February 6, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey 33 Comments

There are those who say that to begin, to start, is the hardest part.

I disagree.

I think it is often much harder to begin again. 

We start a new eating plan and visions of new, smaller pants dance in front of us– all the way to the produce department at Whole Foods.

We set out on a bright, Saturday morning with a trip to Lowe’s and an episode of Fixer-Upper in our minds– and the thought of turning our closet into a fully functioning Pottery Barn-esque mudroom seems highly attainable in one afternoon.

We lace up running shoes and practically leap out of bed that first Monday morning after New Year’s Day with complete surety that we will be stronger and faster by lunchtime tomorrow.

We open the laptop in the corner booth at Panera with every intention of finally writing that book we always wanted to begin.

Because with every new and sometimes scary adventure, we have the benefit of excitement. The shining possibility of what may, what will come and it propels us rapidly forward. Well past the uncertainty of our own ability. 

But only for a while.

In between the exciting beginning and the victorious end, is something scary. The messy middle, and that is where things get tough.

We fail. We find out we aren’t quite as disciplined as we hoped. We find we would rather sleep in one morning and one morning turns into three… weeks.

The reality of that project, that book, that idea– is that it’s anything but easy. In fact, it’s just plain hard. Harder than maybe we thought. 

May I make a suggestion? In that messy middle where we just absolutely hate that we have in our minds, “failed again,” perhaps a change of focus is in order.

Instead of plummeting into defeat, disgusted with our weakness– maybe we just lean into our weakness.

Lean a little further and know that all this? It is hard for a reason. It is hard because we aren’t meant to do it alone.

Here is what I know. I know that when we are given tasks that seem too big for us, it is because they most certainly are.

But the Good News?

He knows we are broken. He loves us in spite of it.
He knows we are flawed. He is the only One who is not.
He knows we are helpless. He is our only Help.

And HE who called us to do this thing, wants us to depend on His strength– and then to GET BACK UP AND KEEP GOING.

Because the Messy Middle cannot last forever.

And you are not a failure. You are His Masterpiece. 

So KEEP AT IT.

Psalm 145

 

Linking up with the Five Minute Friday Party today. Hop over here and see what everyone else is saying about the word, Keep.

 

Links I Love.

February 5, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey 15 Comments

I’ve read several posts and articles lately that have made me say, “Wow,” out loud.

All of them different in nature– but I wanted to share a few with you. Happy Reading, friends!

Link Love

  • The Surprising Truth About Finding My Calling by Emily P. Freeman. (Ack! She gets it so right on point, every time! She likens stepping into her calling with stepping into parenthood, and yes and Amen I felt and feel that same way.)
  • On Surrendering Envy and Being Enough by Alia Joy. (this post had me wiping at tears one minute and laughing out loud another– really the part about the kale and tofu?!? And I happen to have a laminated key fob somewhere *just like hers. Read it. You won’t be sorry.
  • Stocking The Pond by Shauna Niequist. All you writer friends out there, you should NEED to read this. It’s a happy little piece reminding us of why we need to be “Noticers.” I’m working on this more. Trying to pay attention to every thing is helping me grow in more ways than one. Learning to be IN the moment.
  •  And then also for writers, or really if there is anything at all that you have felt a stirring to just-do-already– Read this-  On Becoming A Writer by Jen Hatmaker. One quote I really enjoyed was this–

“Next, I am devastated to bring this bad news, but writing requires work. Kind of hard, brutal, sanity-threatening work. All the writing dreams in your head have to transition to your ten fingers on a keyboard, and I’m afraid there is no other way. (I’m sorry. Take your time.) Work requires time, which of course, you have none of. This is the writer’s dilemma. You will not miraculously become a writer by carrying on exactly like you are. It’s a whole thing and you have to make room for it.– Jen Hatmaker, On Becoming A Writer. 

She says so many helpful things– and  just because she is Jen and she can rock a messy bun like nobody’s business while making you spit your coffee out all over the keyboard because of her many funny things. (No, Husband I did not actually do that. I know we are still trying to sell our computer and I would never do such a thing. Purely hypothetical. )

 

Ok, So I hope you will at least pick one of those articles and find some encouragement, direction, clarity or perhaps much loud guffawing in reading them.

P.S. I hope at least one of you appreciates that NO WHERE in this entire article did I use the word curate. As in, “I carefully curated these articles for you.” I think that word is currently over used and it makes me what to say, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means, ” in my best Inigo Montoya voice. I did not curate, I carefully gathered. Curate sounds like something the Sotheby’s go-fer does.

 

What I Learned in January

January 30, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey 17 Comments

Here are a few things I learned in January…

1. Moments of joy and moments of sadness can exist right alongside each other, almost in the same breath. December was rough. The month began with the sadness of losing another baby in miscarriage and most of December was a bit clouded by the strange mix of joy and pain we felt. I would have never have chosen to experience that kind of tragedy at Christmas. Would anyone? But God in His wisdom gave us the gift of reveling in bright moments throughout a time that would have been somewhat overshadowed by what we experienced. I have never been so happy to see the girls just being together and loving their little lives as I did in December. Our joy was not tainted by the sadness, but our true Hope was made more clear. More on this here. It has taken me this long, until late January to really see this truth at work in our lives, that whether chaos, frustration, or sadness is the order of the moment; joy, peace, and light are right there– we need only pay attention to them.

2. It is the quality of a respite, not necessarily the quantity that matters. January began bright and shining with books, coffee and the beach. Lance and I took a quick overnight trip to one of our favorite spots and spent hours talking, eating, reading and hopeful-dreaming about the new year. It was absolutely everything we needed. I considered the difference of a brief but peaceful time like that and one of say, our week long vacation to Disney last year. Much longer, much more activities and completely 100% magical, but not at ALL the same tranquil feeling as watching the waves dance in over the top of a really good book. Vacationing with toddlers is absolutely crazy/wonderful but rather less like a vacation and more like herding a pack of feral cats through Walmart on a Sunday afternoon. However, if we did not do one, we may not really appreciate the other. We may not appreciate moments like this– in the same way. I am truly thankful for both. It did cause me to realize that for me, when I’m seeking rest and refreshing, a latte and a book are a better use of that time than a busy grocery store and a long list.
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3. I learned how to make my own face cream. I know, how crunchy granola am I? Seriously though, I’ve been using the same yellow Vitamin E face cream that comes in a huge nondescript container from Sams Club for oh, maybe 10 years. As in, before I met my husband. It’s smooth, creamy and for about 7.00 you can moisturize your face for about 2-3 years. I’ve actually only bought it maybe three times in our relationship. Except that here’s the thing… bad, scary, hard-to-pronounce ingredients? It’s got them, it’s got them all. I’ve been slapping that stuff on my face for a DECADE. Of course I tried other things over the years with shorter ingredient lists and higher price tags, but they always underwhelmed me. Enter Pinterest. I noticed this blog on making homemade skin creams using shea butter and essential oils and thanks to our new relationship with Amazon Prime– lo and behold a container of shea butter *miraculously appeared on my doorstep within 48 hours so I could try it. I whipped the shea butter with a mixer until it was fluffy and then added the oils. I used Frankincense, Lavender and Melaleuca. and I will go a bit heavier on the Lavender next time. Otherwise it smells a bit too much like the gifts the Wise Men brought. The Frankincense is extremely beneficial for wrinkles and fine lines and the Melaleuca gently kills the bad and keeps the oily skin factor way down. The verdict: All in all, I really enjoy using it. When summer comes and it’s a bit more humid, I may choose to change the base to something less thick– but at the end of the day I love knowing what’s going on my skin. 
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Okay, your turn friend– what did YOU learn in January? I would really love to know.

I’m linking up with Emily over at Chatting at the Sky to share what we learned, won’t you join us?

Still being Sent

January 26, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey 9 Comments

Being sent is almost always scary.

The Philippines, 1997. Barely fifteen years old, I spent three weeks sleeping under a mosquito net in an orphanage and praying God would move in me. Standing there with the others, still a child myself with sweat beading at my temples as I shifted from one birkenstock to the other. Wondering what to expect, I took a deep breath and waited. Sounds of voices only slightly different from my own rose in harmony as those beautiful caramel faces began to sing for us and I was instantly changed. 17 years later and I can still hear their voices singing in Tagalog, “Do Lord, Oh’ Do Lord” with more joy than I had ever seen. Langit. The word for Heaven. I went to share my faith with them, but I came home with a better understanding of it.

Wake Forest, NC. 2003. The moment my feet hit the brick walkway I knew I was home. Even the ice storm that kept us huddled inside and skating across the parking lot for a pizza was perfectly surreal. I came home from the visit breathless with surety and a six month plan to pack everything I owned into a U-Haul and get there by August. As I backed down the driveway at twenty-one, my parents waved their last little bird out of the nest and I headed for I-95 North. The little town with the Tea Room and the school at its’ center was home for nearly 8 years.

And then four years ago, God brought us here. Here to this house on this street full of trees. The way by which we came to be here was at times a bit winding and awkward. But we are here. We were sent and we are settled.

Settled. That word still catches me off guard after several years of unknowns. But settled is SO nice– when we can see God’s hand clearly in bringing us. And last night when we stood amongst family and friends and had the humbling honor of hearing them each pray for our family, our marriage, our ministry– and I could not stop praising Him.

For sending us again. Sending us to a town that gave us nothing but a line of question marks when we first knew our destination.

A town that used to be nothing to us– well, nothing but a Starbucks on I-20.

But no more. Bit by bit, yield by yield, God gave us a HOME. 

Our journey here several years ago began with question marks…

–but now we have only exclamation points of His faithfulness and care.

I hope I never forget what it felt like in that particular season– to be knee deep in unanswered prayers and wading through questions about tomorrow.

I pray God always reminds me of the past when I am uncertain of the future.

When God hands us the manna of today– just today– and it may look uncertain– after all that’s what manna means- “what is it?” I hope we take it willingly with both hands and know He is always sovereign. Always.

Further, I hope I never forget that settled or not, we are forever and always being sent. 

All the time, every day.

In all of our goings, we are still being sent. Between the pre-school drop-off and the grabbing a gallon of milk and the errands, errands, errands– there’s plenty to do out there. May we never get so settled that we forget why we were brought here in the first place.

Let us not stay in here and miss the thousands of opportunities that lie outside our comfy cozy zone.

Because, sometimes– just outside of comfy cozy-you-always-wanted-to-stay-here is the chance for something more.

Something faith-stretching, soul-filling, challenging, tough, tricky, and terribly wonderful.

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Crazy Good Banana Pancakes & Newlywed Life

January 21, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey 16 Comments

The whir of a coffee grinder and the clink of a French Press were the musical notes of our newlywed days. Just as the sun peeked through the mini-blinds of that little townhouse on McDowell Drive, we woke to the smiling reminder of married life. Lance was in his final year of Seminary and I was working at a small bank in town. The weeks were all business but the weekends, they were all ours.

When we were still dating and Lance learned how to make perfect lattes, I was officially hooked. Hooked on the oversized mug filled with lightly sweetened foam and perfectly strong espresso, yes– but mostly just hooked on him. We often still herald our Saturdays with home made lattes, breakfast, music, and plans for the day.

The sound of coffee being made will always remind of those first, sunshine filled days; so will Jack Johnson and banana pancakes. I’ve had plenty of pancakes with bananas stuck in them, but until now, I had never had– THE banana pancakes. Pancakes fluffy yet hearty, spiked with a touch of cinnamon, and banana chunks that caramelize as they sizzle on the griddle.

The search for THE banana pancakes, ones that would cause Jack Johnson to write a song about pancakes–  is over.

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Note: these are not your garden variety un-healthy, mightaswellbedessert pancakes. They are filling and not over the top sweet, but the bananas and coconut come together and whoa. They have a shot of fiber with the flax meal and oat bran, which you could leave out if you choose. These will not completely derail your healthy eating plans– but they are still special enough for a Saturday morning.

Okay, now go flirt with your spouse and make pancakes.

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Crazy Good Banana Pancakes
Author: Cynthia Stuckey
Recipe type: Breakfast
 
We enjoy them with a smidge of butter and cinnamon sugar, but maple syrup would be perfect too. Oh and bacon. Don't forget the bacon. (Try cooking it in the oven at 400' on a foil lined baking sheet-- crispy and easy clean up! )
Ingredients
  • ¾ cup All-purpose Flour
  • ¾ cup White Whole Wheat Flour
  • ¼ cup Raw Sugar
  • 2 tbsp. Oat Bran
  • 2 tsp. Ground Flax Seed
  • ½ tsp. Kosher Salt
  • 1 tsp. Baking soda
  • 2 tsp. Baking Powder
  • 1½ tsp. Cinnamon
  • 1½ cup Buttermilk (if you leave out the flax and oat bran, lower this to 1 cup and add more liquid gradually as you need it.)
  • 2 Eggs, beaten
  • ¼ cup melted Butter
  • 1 tsp. Vanilla
  • 1-2 chopped ripe Bananas
  • ¼- 1/2 cup shredded sweetened coconut
  • ½ cup toasted, chopped Pecans
Method
  1. Lightly spray your pancake griddle or cast iron skillet heated to about 300'
  2. Whisk dry ingredients (Flour through Cinnamon) in a large bowl.
  3. In a separate bowl or glass measuring cup, mix Buttermilk, eggs, butter and vanilla.
  4. Add wet ingredients to the bowl with the dry and whisk until combined.
  5. Add pancake batter using an ice cream scoop or disher, and then top with bananas, pecans, and coconut.
  6. Once ready to flip (surface appears drier and filled with tiny bubbles) then flip with toppings side down, press down lightly and then leave them alone for just a minute or two.
  7. The bananas and coconut will turn brown and caramelize making a golden brown crust on that side.
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Our Saturdays are only slightly different than they were all those 8 summers ago. We still like to make lattes and homemade breakfasts. Both come a bit earlier as we now have two little alarm clocks who wake up with the sun– but the sun is prettier when it’s just coming up, and now we get to see it with two crazy-bed-headed littles by our side. Win-Win.

 

3 Things for Your Tuesday

January 13, 2015 by HappyGoStuckey Leave a Comment

1. Coffitivity. I recently discovered how I simply cannot listen to music while I’m writing. Sad. I have entire playlists full of Christa Wells and Ellie Holcomb goodness, dedicated to writing and each time I turn them on, I can’t seem to turn the volume down low enough to be able to still concentrate. I have become increasingly more easily distracted in the last couple of years and I find that having someone talk to me or sing to me just does. not. work. Can anyone identify? Enter Coffitivity. Coffitivity is a self-proclaimed as a site that “recreates the ambient sounds of a cafe to boost your creativity and help you work better.” And let me just say, it works. Imagine being at Starbucks or Panera and being able to turn down the volume of the tables full of loud people around you until they are at just the right “doesn’t distract me– but helps with the dead silence” volume. Loud guy bragging about his super cool blahblah sports car? Turn him down a notch. Bunch of high schoolers talking about how Sloan and Trey broke up in front of the whole school? Turn them down just a smidge. Someone else’s toddler (this time.) expressing their displeasure over having to sit in a high chair? Lower that screeching sound just a bit. That’s coffitivity. And unless you want to listen to a coffee shop in Paris or Brazil or the like, it’s free! I have really enjoyed having this neat little tool. And it helps an IMG_2683introvert who thinks she’s an extrovert have the illusion of noise without the actual noise.

2. Jessica Turner of The Mom Creative has written a truly indispensable book for women. The Fringe Hours: Making Time for You is an excellent tool for every woman who wishes she had more time to do the things she enjoys. Reading, cooking, crafting, running, writing, whatever it is that you wish you had more time for– this book is filled with success stories, helpful practical tips and Jessica’s kind but honest approach to the age-old problem of wanting to do something for yourself but not finding the time. The book releases February 15th, but I happened to notice it is on Amazon right now for the Pre-order price of  $7.49!!!! Which is crazy inexpensive. This book is helping me rethink the way I plan my days and it has been really encouraging that margin really does exist, no matter how full our plates are.

3. Ok. Whatever you’ve done today, you need to stop and see this video. I mentioned Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors the other day, (thanks to my Lance for taking the last 8 years to expand my musical horizons beyond movie soundtracks and Celine Dion.) They have released this fun little video of one of their new songs. There are silly costumes and plenty of fun dancing. Don’t take yourself too seriously, just watch it. And if you’re an Ellie Holcomb fan, she’s the Princess Leia who is married to the Bearded Banana. How fun is that? Very fun. AND, I believe you can get their last album for free on Noisetrade here.
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(** #2 includes an amazon affiliate link. Basically this means I get a small monetary “thank you” from Amazon if you choose to buy this book by clicking through my link. No strings attached, they just like to reward bloggers who recommend them. 🙂

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Truth: I am not the best cookie baker in our house Truth: I am not the best cookie baker in our house. It is hands down @friar_stuck — Today he added a pinch of fresh orange zest to Oatmeal Scotchies and they taste just like childhood.

My grandma used to make these and serve them to me on a pink plate with a small glass of sprite with ice. At 39, I now realize two things— 1. She would have adored my husband and 2. these cookies go best with coffee or tea.

What cookie makes you feel eight years old again?
There’s something unusually long about the winte There’s something unusually long about the winter months when we’re in a season of slow growth and imperceptible change.

The landscape outside your window TODAY can feel like it’s your landscape forever but it’s actually not.

If the view from where you stand looks rather bleak and not at all how you hoped, can I remind you to look up? 

These trees in my own backyard, captured this morning, last March, and last August, will continue changing in their own rhythmic way whether I’m watching them or not. There’s a comfort in that for me today— and perhaps for you.

Whatever looks slow and unmoving, with change almost too gradual to detect— is still very much in a pattern of forward transformation.

And these quiet days in the midst of our January-ness— we can be reminded that growth never really stops, especially in the hidden places.

#wonderfortheweary #feastingandforaging #bluehousebackyard
Not moving from this spot, except to boil the kett Not moving from this spot, except to boil the kettle for more tea.

This is the first complete weekend that we’ve been home since Thanksgiving. 😳 It sounds awful, especially for this homebody, but really what it means is, we’ve celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas with family, attended one beautiful family wedding (Hey, Shelby! 👋🏻❤️) one 90th Birthday party for our beloved Granny, and had a family trip. They were all such sparkly gifts. Ones I don’t take for granted and so very different from last year.

But I do love home— and am happy to spend the second half of the day right here with this book which I’m truly enjoying. 📚❤️
The inhabitants of the Dickens Village wanted me t The inhabitants of the Dickens Village wanted me to tell you three V. important things. 1. After years of having one pub and no church, they are *finally* getting a church tomorrow, thanks to FB marketplace. And all the people said, “Amen & Huzzah.” 2. We’re still keeping Christmas over here — Though we’re slowly bending towards back to normal. The tree still lives and we’re celebrating the tenth day of Christmas with a fire & coziness before we pull out the pencils tomorrow. And finally, 3. Everyday Affogato. You might need this tiny pick me-up in your life. One shot of hot espresso poured over a tiny serving of vanilla ice cream. Please and Thank you.✨ #merrymerrystuckeys
2021 was a year of change for nearly all of us. Mu 2021 was a year of change for nearly all of us. Much of which we are happily taking with us into 2022.🥂

Nine squares is not sufficient to reflect the ways we’ve grown and changed, but it is a glimpse of the graces of the year behind us.

Not pictured: waking up to find our children taller and suddenly at our eye level, new laugh lines on our faces, sweltering pool days, fireplace dinners, Marco Polo chats with friends, family weddings & visits, mountain air breathed, books read, new jobs begun, school days, approximately 52 pizza nights, new rhythms & schedules, house repairs, car issues, and God always before us, behind us and within us. Soli deo Gloria. #thebestisyettocome
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave t On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 🍦Four Honeymoon milkshakes from the Dreamette. We’re going out with a bang, at the spot where their Grandparents grew up eating their ice cream. It’s absolutely the GOAT.
🎄✨Merry Christmas from Team Stuckey!✨🎄 🎄✨Merry Christmas from Team Stuckey!✨🎄

2021 has been full of new things— but I’m grateful we have walked through them together and in God’s sovereign hand. 

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Happy Christmas Eve, friends— especially all you midnight merry makers! Hope you find all the stocking stuffers you hid.🙈
Do these Mince Pies make me look One-Quarter Briti Do these Mince Pies make me look One-Quarter British?

Truth be told, my grandma always used the jarred mincemeat and I wasn’t a fan as a child. Only last year did Lance and my Mom collaborate in the kitchen to try out homemade mincemeat filling and let me just say, we are never quitting these! 😍

The filling we use is from @bonappetitmag and it’s really good. It’s a gorgeous blend of apples, dried fruits (cherries, apricots, sultanas, figs, currants) with apple cider, spices, and a few other things. No meat, though.

Happy Christmas from the Jolly Old Stuckeys! 🇬🇧🎄❤️
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