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Kickin’…as in, your breath.

The stereotypes are true:  English people love soccer.

Football, that is.

And, with the World Cup less than a month away, the country has gone Football Crazy.

Case in point: Walker’s (which, suspiciously, has the exact same logo as Lay’s) has released a line of potato chips in flavors based on the Cup’s participating countries.

I have to admit, I put my hand on my heart when I saw these.

Except, American Cheeseburger chips?  I just can’t bring myself to eat them.

Other flavors include:

Dutch Edam Cheese

Brazilian Salsa

English Roast Beef & Yorkshire Pudding

Argentinian Flame-Grilled Steak

Patriotic?  Maybe.

Appetizing?  Not at all.

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I love what you love.

Just when I think I’ve learned all there is to know about marriage…

Ha.

I’m a lover of the way God set up marriage to model his relationship with us.  I’ve seen so many parallels between my relationship as a believer with God and my relationship as a wife to Simon…but it’s amazing that I seem to find a new one on a daily basis.

Simon left for work early this morning, and I’ve been puttering around the house, making coffee, taking a shower.  I just came and sat on our sofa, and found his Bible open to Jeremiah, and the computer with the BBC Football page still open from last night, when he was checking the scores (as he does every evening).  I smiled a little smile and felt all warm and fuzzy inside, thinking about my husband doing the things he loves.  And then I started thinking: I love the things he loves, just because he loves them.

Since we began dating, he has introduced me to bands I’d never listened to before.  Because of him, I now listen to Manic Street Preachers and Ryan Adams and even Antony and the Johnsons.  I watch football (that’s soccer and, by the way, not fütbol.  When English people play it, it’s football.  Gah).  A LOT of football.  And I like Watford, because Simon likes them, (but mostly I like Arsenal).  I’ve also fallen in love with films like Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead, and James Bond and Indiana Jones.  Because he loves them.  And because I love him, I love what he loves.  Things that weren’t appealing to me become beautiful, because the heart I love, loves them.

See where I’m going with this?

It occurred to me this morning, sitting here, thinking about how I love football because Simon loves football, that my relationship with God is like that.  I love Him.  And He loves the poor and meek and broken and hurting.  He loves the orphan and the widow.  He loves the sick and hungry.  He loves Truth, and Justice, and Loyalty, and Compassion.  And if I love Him, shouldn’t I love those things – the things He loves – as well?

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a kickin’ breakfast

happy team

Saturday was a big day in my husband’s world.  That’s because he’s a huge football fan (that’s soccer to all you Americans), and this weekend marked the FA Cup Final: one of the biggest matches of the year.  This year’s contenders for Football Association champs?  Chelsea, who win a LOT, and Everton, the underdogs.

Simon had some friends over to watch the match and, because his birthday was two weeks ago, we celebrated that, too.  Most of us were pulling for Everton – who doesn’t like to see the underdogs come out on top? – and it looked good when the boys in blue scored a goal in the first minute of the match.  But alas, Chelsea came back and scored two goals, winning the title 2-1.

Ah well.  At least there was some good breakfast food – the match came on at 3pm in England, which meant it was live here in NC at 10am.  

I’d also like to brag about the fact that my breakfast casserole got rave reviews, including two proclamations of “This is the best breakfast casserole I’ve ever had.”  Want the recipe?  I thought you might.

 

1 can flaky Grands biscuits

1 lb. sausage cooked and crumbled

1lb. bacon, cooked

8 oz. grated cheddar

8 eggs, beaten with a little milk

Spray a glass casserole dish (you know, the long ones?) with some cooking spray, then pull apart the layers of the biscuits and line the bottom and sides of the dish with them.  Now add the rest of the ingredients in layers: first the cooked sausage, then the crumbled bacon, then the cheese, and finally the eggs.  Bake that thing at 350 F for about half and hour, and bask in the glory of the Best Breakfast Casserole Ever.

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