A rather delightful afternoon.



























What a gorgeous evening. We have so much to be thankful for.





Scanning through photos recently, I stumbled upon this image, taken in a Boston Pizzeria…
Indeed, grace.
Yesterday’s service could not have been more delightful, beginning with a baptism and culminating with a rousing rendition of “Amazing Grace“.

Skyr, realized Ásmundsson, was nutritious, wholesome, and a formidable alternative to the “sugary crap” pervading the American culinary landscape. So, like any self-sufficient Icelander, he set out to make it for his son.
To learn the ropes, he journeyed to the eastern Iceland town of Egilsstaðir and shadowed an 82-year-old dairyman. The skyr maker offered simple advice: “Get the best milk. Skim the fat. Add live cultures. Let it set. Strain the liquid. When it looks really thick, strain even more.”
In May 2011, with little real-world business experience, and nothing more than a traditional recipe for skyr, Ásmundsson decided to start a yogurt company.
Wikipedia on the New Church. The new church houses the Stalingrad Madonna.








