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Handmade Peace: Slowing Down the Last Weeks of November — November 19, 2025

Handmade Peace: Slowing Down the Last Weeks of November

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By Grannie Doll

Late November has always felt like a hinge in the year. It is that quiet, often-overlooked moment between autumn’s last colours and the gentle hush before Advent. The world is slowing down, even if the stores and schedules insist on doing the opposite. And here, in this pause, I find myself reaching for handmade peace.

Not perfection.
Not productivity.
Just… peace.
Peace crafted slowly. Peace grown stitch by stitch. Peace rediscovered in the things made by loving hands.

The Softening of November

There’s a softness to these late-November days. The last leaves let go. The skies turn a shade of warm grey. My kettle works overtime, and the house seems to lean inward just a little.

This is the season where my Grannie-Core heart feels most at home. There are blankets on chairs and woolen socks on my feet. A candle burns while I tidy up the kitchen after supper. The pace of the world shifts, and I shift with it.

In these two weeks before Advent, I’m not rushing. I’m returning.

Knitting Peace Into the Everyday

Most mornings start the same way. I have a cup of tea. A knitted blanket is wrapped over my knees. I work on a few quiet rows of whatever project is calling my name. Lately it’s been mittens. Warm, sturdy, practical mittens knit from my own DK handspun — a rich brown I spun earlier in the year.

There’s something healing about watching your own wool become something useful.
Something about the rhythm of it — knit, purl, breathe again.

Knitting reminds me that peace doesn’t arrive in grand gestures. It grows in tiny movements. One stitch at a time. One row after the next. A little like faith, a little like prayer.

And this time of year? My knitting slows down my heartbeat in the best possible way.

Spinning as a Path Back to Stillness

While knitting fills my mornings, spinning restores my afternoons. I don’t rush at my wheel or my spindle this time of year. I let the twist build gently. I feel the wool between my fingers. I remember that this is old work — ancient work — sacred work.

Late November spinning always feels like a conversation with my grandmother. She didn’t rush her hands. She didn’t force a rhythm. She understood that handmade things carry more than fibre — they carry memory.

And in that, I find peace.

Sometimes I spin local fawn wool; sometimes I blend colours softly. Sometimes I just sit with the motion, letting the spindle turn until the world slows down beside me.

The 100-Mile Life: Peace on a Plate

Handmade peace for me also happens in the kitchen.

This is the season of root vegetables, local honey, hearty soups, and earthy flavours. Simple, humble, beautiful food from farms not far from my doorstep. A pot of carrots and sweet potatoes simmers on the stove. It feels just as comforting as a wool blanket over my feet.

Living a 100-Mile Life in late November feels grounding. It feels as though I’m part of the land that’s preparing to rest. The meals aren’t complicated. They’re just enough. Enough warmth. Enough nourishment. Enough peace.

There’s a deep comfort in cooking with what’s close to home.

Peace as a Practice

As the nights grow longer and the mornings darker, I find myself leaning into slow routines:

  • A candle lit before breakfast
  • A few rows of knitting while the kettle boils
  • A quiet moment at the window, watching the sky
  • A simple prayer whispered between tasks
  • A soft landing into the evening with wool in my hands

Peace isn’t a feeling we stumble into.
It’s a practice.
A rhythm.
A handmade thing.

These last two weeks of November invite us to breathe. They encourage us to make room. We should prepare our hearts for the season of light.

A Gentle Blessing for Your November

If your days feel rushed, may you find one slow moment today.
If you feel pulled in too many directions, may your hands return to something soft and grounding.
And if your heart is carrying heaviness, may a small handmade moment bring you back to peace.

Peace that is steady.
Peace that is quiet.
Peace that is born from the work of your hands.

“May your yarn never tangle,
your stitches stay kind,
and your spirit spin gently toward peace.” Grannie Doll

Spiced Apple Rings: A 100-Mile Taste of Autumn — November 17, 2025

Spiced Apple Rings: A 100-Mile Taste of Autumn

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There’s something wonderfully grounding about the rhythm of peeling apples on a chilly morning. The kitchen fills with the scent of cinnamon and cider. The kettle hums in the background. For a moment, the whole world feels still. This is slow living at its finest. It is a reminder that homegrown goodness often sits right within 100 miles of our front door.

A Local Harvest in a Pot

The apples came from a nearby orchard just down the road. They are crisp and tart. The apples are also speckled with the soft blush of late autumn. Honey from local hives replaces the sugar, and the apple cider is pressed locally too. (I use apple juice I have on hand) It’s simple, but that’s the beauty of it. When we choose local ingredients, we’re not just making food. We are preserving community and taste. We also keep alive the stories of the land that sustain us.

The Recipe

You’ll Need

  • 4 local apples (Honeycrisp, Cortland, or whatever your orchard grows best)
  • 2 cups water
  • 1 cup local apple cider
  • ½ cup honey or brown sugar
  • 1 cinnamon stick (or 1 tsp ground cinnamon)
  • ½ tsp each of cloves and allspice
  • Optional: a few slices of ginger or lemon for brightness

How To

  1. Peel and core your apples, then slice into even rings.
  2. In a saucepan, combine the cider, water, honey, and spices. Let it simmer gently for about 5 minutes — this is the scent of cozy days ahead.
  3. Add your apple rings and simmer until tender, about 10–15 minutes.
  4. Let them cool in their syrup and store in jars in the fridge.

These spiced rings are delightful over oatmeal. They are tasty tucked beside roast pork. You can also eat them straight from the jar while standing at the window watching leaves swirl down the street.

Why It Matters

Living the 100-Mile Life isn’t about perfection. It’s about paying attention. Notice what grows near us. Appreciate the hands that cultivate it. Follow the pace that feels right for the season we’re in. Each jar of spiced apple rings is a quiet act of belonging. It connects us to our neighbours, our soil, and our sense of home.

So as the wind turns cooler and the days shorten, let the warmth of cinnamon and cider fill your kitchen. You’re not just preserving apples — you’re preserving a way of life.


What’s growing near you this season? Visit a local orchard, farm stand, or honey producer and see what simple, slow recipes you can bring home.#100MileLife and #DollCanCreate — let’s celebrate the flavour of where we live.

Knitting Mittens: Warm Hands, Warm Heart — November 15, 2025

Knitting Mittens: Warm Hands, Warm Heart

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Hand-Spun Wool, Slow Hands, and the Gentle Joy of Making

There is something deeply comforting about knitting mittens as the seasons turn colder. Perhaps it’s the way wool slips through your fingers, warm even before it becomes fabric. Or maybe it’s the quiet knowing that soon, these stitches will cradle someone’s hands through winter winds.

For me, mittens are more than a project. They are a story—of wool, of the land, of slow living, and of the heart.

From Fleece to Fingers: The Story Behind the Wool

These mittens began long before I cast on. The wool came from a little farm well within my 100-mile radius. The sheep graze on open fields there, and the shepherd knows them by name.

I brought home a cloud of fawn-coloured fleece. I washed it and carded it. Then, I spun it into DK-weight yarn on my spindle. It was my own quiet rhythm of morning prayer and gentle breathing.

By the time the yarn was ready, it already felt like a blessing.

Hand-Spun Mittens & the Art of Slow Living

In a world that pushes us to rush, knitting mittens is my way of resisting the hurry.

Hand-spun wool takes its time:

  • Fibre becomes rolags
  • Rolags become singles
  • Singles become plied yarn
  • The yarn becomes something warm enough to hold a life story

There is holiness in those slow steps.
A reminder that God often works in us the same way—layer by layer, twist by twist, shaping us gently.

Warm hands start with slow hands… and so does a warm heart.

Why Hand-Spun Makes the Best Mittens

Hand-spun yarn carries a charm that commercial yarn simply can’t imitate.
It holds:

  • Loft that traps heat
  • Natural lanolin that softens the wool and repels moisture
  • A cozy thickness unique to your spinning
  • Personality in every slight variation

The resulting mittens feel alive—with warmth built into every fibre.

A Mitten Pattern Journey of My Own

I always start with a simple shape—cuff up or top down, depending on the yarn’s mood. This pair grew softly on my needles, the thumb gusset forming like a gentle hug around the hand.

Some rows held prayer.
Some held worries released.
Some held gratitude.

All held intention.

Knitting with hand-spun is never just after a pattern.
It’s listening.

Colours That Hold Meaning

The palette for these mittens came from nature’s own hand. Soft browns and warm tans are included. There are also gentle shades you only get from sheep who live close to home.

You can add colour work in your own soothing tones:

  • Lavender for calm
  • Blues for peace
  • Rose for compassion

Imagine each row carrying a blessing for the person who will wear them.

The First Snow Test

There is nothing like slipping on a pair of new mittens when the first snowfall blankets the world. The wool is warm, the cuff snug, and the snowflakes melt gently against the fibres.

A cup of hot tea waits indoors.
And in that small moment, everything feels right.

Warm hands, warm heart… and the simple joy of living slowly.

Hand-Spun Mittens as Quiet Ministry

Knitting mittens isn’t just crafting—it’s caring.
A small ministry of warmth.

Someone out there needs a reminder that they’re held.
Maybe it’s a neighbour.
Maybe it’s a grandchild.
Maybe it’s you.

Handmade warmth is one of the oldest love languages we have.

“God, bless these mittens. Bless the hands that made them,
and bless the hands they will warm.”

Living Local, Living Loved

These mittens are part of my 100-Mile Life journey. I choose materials close to home. I support local farms. I honour the land that sustains me.

A life of slow stitches, local wool, and homemade comfort feels like a gentle rebellion against fast living.
And it’s a rebellion I’m happy to join.

A Cozy Call to Action

Tell me in the comments:
What are you knitting to keep warm this season?
Have you ever tried knitting mittens from your own hand-spun?
I’d love to hear your stories.

Until next time,
May your hands stay warm, your heart stay open,
and your stitches lead you into quiet joy.

— Grannie Doll 🧤💗

Thoughtful Thursdays: A Gentle Mid-November Beginning — November 13, 2025

Thoughtful Thursdays: A Gentle Mid-November Beginning

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Mid-November arrives with a hush. It’s an in-between place. The last of autumn clings to the trees. Winter begins whispering at the windowpanes. It’s a time of year that nudges us toward warmth, slowness, and deeper paying attention.

This morning, I let myself lean into that quiet. Instead of rushing headlong into tasks and screens and lists, I savoured the beginning of the day. A soft shawl was wrapped around my shoulders. My favourite mug warmed my hands. The gentle light of a late-fall morning became my companion.

Beside me:
my journal,
my calendar,
and my knitting—
a little trio that reminds me how I want to live my life.

I opened my journal first. I let my thoughts spill out like a slow river. I noted what I’m grateful for, what’s weighing on me, and what I hope to make space for. Then my calendar, where I gently sorted the “must-dos” from the “can-waits.” And finally, my knitting is always there to steady my heart. It slows my pace. It reminds me that life is built one mindful stitch at a time.

There’s such wisdom in a slower rhythm, the kind our grandmothers understood without ever naming it. Living the 100-Mile Life has taught me to tend what is close. I have learned to care for what is mine to care for. I choose local and meaningful over hurried and distracted.

How often do we push ourselves through busyness simply because we’re used to it? Thoughtful Thursdays are my reminder that I don’t have to live that way. I can choose calm. I can choose to start slowly. I can choose to savour these mid-November days as they are—quiet, honest, and full of small, holy pauses.

As I knitted those first few stitches this morning, I felt it again:
A gentle invitation emerged. It urged me to live more intentionally, more locally, and more lovingly.

Here’s to Thoughtful Thursdays. These are little pockets of calm carved out in the middle of our week. During these moments, we return to ourselves and our values. This happens one small choice at a time.

Join the conversation:

Take a moment today to check in with yourself. Brew something warm, wrap up in something handmade, and ask:
What can rest today? And what deserves my gentle attention?

Share your own Thoughtful Thursday moments in the comments—I’d love to hear how you’re slowing down this season.

Red or Green Cabbage Salad with Apple & Maple Dijon Dressing — November 10, 2025

Red or Green Cabbage Salad with Apple & Maple Dijon Dressing

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Serves: 4–6
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Chill Time: 30 minutes
Total Time: 45 minutes

🌿 Ingredients

  • ½ medium head red cabbage, finely shredded
  • 1 large apple (crisp and tart, like Honeycrisp or Cortland), julienne or grated
  • 1 medium carrot, shredded
  • 2 green onions, thinly sliced
  • ¼ cup chopped walnuts or sunflower seeds (toasted, optional)
  • ¼ cup dried cranberries or raisins
  • 2 tbsp fresh parsley, chopped (optional)

🍯 Maple Dijon Dressing

  • 3 tbsp olive oil or cold-pressed canola oil (local if available)
  • 1½ tbsp apple cider vinegar
  • 1 tbsp maple syrup
  • 1 tsp Dijon mustard
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Optional: A pinch of garlic powder or a squeeze of lemon for brightness

🥣 Instructions

  1. Prep the vegetables.
    Finely shred the red cabbage using a sharp knife or grater. Grate or julienne the apple and carrot. Place all in a large mixing bowl.
  2. Mix the dressing.
    In a small jar or bowl, combine olive oil, vinegar, maple syrup, Dijon mustard, (I used regular prepared mustard, salt, and pepper. Whisk the ingredients until the mixture is smooth and creamy.
  3. Combine.
    Pour dressing over the salad ingredients. Toss gently until the cabbage is evenly coated.
  4. Add toppings.
    Stir in green onions, nuts, dried fruit, and parsley. Adjust seasoning to taste.
  5. Chill before serving.
    Let sit for at least 30 minutes before serving to allow flavors to meld and the cabbage to soften slightly.

🌸 Serving Ideas

  • Serve alongside roast pork, chicken, or bacon-potato frittata for a complete local meal.
  • For a heartier option, add crumbled cheese (like local feta or aged cheddar) before serving. I left out the dairy since it’s not a favourite of mine.
  • Keeps well in the fridge for up to 3 days — perfect for make-ahead lunches.
Socktober Wrap-Up: Two Pairs, Many Lessons — November 6, 2025

Socktober Wrap-Up: Two Pairs, Many Lessons

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Finishing a pair of hand-knit socks is deeply satisfying. This is especially true when the leaves are falling and the air turns crisp. Socktober was my month of cozy commitment. It was a time where stitches met stories. Every round on the needles felt like an act of calm in motion.

This year, I completed two full pairs of socks. Each had its own rhythm and its own story. These stories were spun through wool and quiet evenings. The first pair became my everyday comfort socks, simple ribbing and soft hues that reminded me of early autumn mornings. The second pair carried more adventure. It featured an afterthought heel construction. There was also a hand dyed yarn that had been waiting patiently in my basket since last spring.

Each pair taught me something — not just about technique, but about time. There’s a rhythm to knitting socks, a steady pulse that mirrors the turning of the season. Socktober wasn’t about speed; it was about settling into slowness, about honouring the process as much as the product.

🍂 On the Needles for November

Now that Socktober has wrapped up, November’s projects are already whispering from my basket. A new pair of woolly socks is underway (because let’s be honest, we never stop at two). There’s also comfort knitting happening. There is a mitten project and a hat. Maybe even a small gift or two as Advent approaches.

This month feels quieter, more reflective — the knitting that pairs well with candlelight and evening tea.

🧶 Reflecting on the Season

Socktober reminded me that small goals can lead to big satisfaction. Two pairs may not sound like much. Still, in a world that moves too fast, finishing something handmade is its own quiet rebellion.

🌧️ From Socktober to November’s Knits

The days are getting shorter as November settles in. I’m finding my knitting shifting too. It moves from the lively energy of Socktober to something softer, slower, and more contemplative. There’s a comfort in the familiar click of needles on a grey afternoon. There is comfort in the quiet promise of projects that will carry me through the colder days ahead. In my latest video, I share what’s now on my needles. It provides a peek into November’s creative rhythm. Each stitch feels like a small act of warmth against the coming winter.

✨ A Season of Making and Meaning

Knitting through October reminded me that creativity doesn’t have to be grand to be meaningful. Two pairs of socks, a basket of yarn, and the rhythm of the needles were enough. They filled my days with purpose and peace. Every stitch felt like a small act of gratitude. I felt thankful for the wool. I was grateful for the warmth. I appreciated the hands that made it possible.

As November unfolds, I’m leaning into that same spirit. I enjoy slower mornings and mindful making. I am involved in projects that bring both comfort and joy. The darker days are not without light — they simply invite us to create our own.

So whether you finished a single sock or several pairs, take a moment to celebrate what your hands have made. Each stitch tells a story, and together, they weave the quiet beauty of a handmade life.

💬 Join the Conversation

What did Socktober look like for you this year? Did you try new patterns, finish old projects, or discover a favorite yarn? Share your Socktober stories in the comments below — I’d love to hear what’s been on your needles.

Patterns Used

Patterns used: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/torevco-mitts https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/the-4-0-1

https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/daisy-socks-5 and the hat I’m finishing up https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/onu-hat

(I have no affiliation from these creators – just love the work)

With warmth and wool,
💗 Doll

Finding Warmth in November —

Finding Warmth in November

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November has a way of feeling slightly in-between. It is not quite the golden glow of autumn. It is also not yet the sparkle of Advent. The light fades earlier, the mornings arrive quieter, and the air carries that first hint of stillness.

These days invite us to pause. We should notice what we’re reaching for. It is a warm cup of tea. It is a slower pace or even a moment to rest our souls before the rush of the holidays. Sometimes what feels “off” is really an invitation to realign — to remember what brings us peace.

I’ve found myself reaching for my cozy blanket again. The hand-knit socks are back on my feet, and the sandals are tucked away. My light jacket has given way to bulky sweaters and fun scarves. The ball cap has been replaced with a wool tam. My gloves have been found, and my knitting needles are once again busy with mittens.

These small, seasonal rituals remind me of the rhythm God placed in creation. This is a rhythm that slows as the days shorten. It draws us inward toward reflection and quiet gratitude.

🕯 A Moment to Reflect

What’s your November comfort?
A steaming mug of cocoa? A favorite hymn on a rainy afternoon?
Whatever it is, let it be your reminder that slowing down is sacred, too.

🙏 Prayer

Loving God,
As the world around me quiets,
teach me to rest in You.
Help me find warmth in the small things,
peace in the stillness,
and gratitude in the rhythm of the changing season.
Amen.

💌 From My Hearth to Yours

May this November be gentle on your heart and rich with moments of calm.
Wrap yourself in warmth — and remember, even in these dimmer days,
light still lingers.

With love and wool,
~ Grannie Doll 🧶

f this reflection brought you peace, share it with a friend who might need a little warmth this month.
And tell me in the comments — what’s your November comfort?

Slow Autumn Mornings | Knitting with Local Wool & Living the 100 Mile Life — November 3, 2025

Slow Autumn Mornings | Knitting with Local Wool & Living the 100 Mile Life

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🌅 Gentle Beginnings

There’s something sacred about slow autumn mornings.
When the first light spills softly across handmade blankets, the house feels hushed—almost reverent. The air carries a crispness that whispers of change, of rest, of gratitude.

This is where my day begins. It starts with stillness and a slow breath. I find quiet joy in creating something by hand.

🍵 Morning Ritual

Before the day gathers speed, I brew a cup of coffee. Steam rises in the golden light. This simple act feels like prayer.

Today, I choose wool from a local farm, just thirty minutes away. It’s part of my 100 Mile Life journey. I practice sourcing as much as I can from within my own community. This includes food, fiber, and fellowship.

This wool carries the scent of pasture. It tells the story of hands who cared for the flock. It holds the promise of warmth yet to come.

🧶 Knitting

By the window, with the world outside draped in amber leaves, I start to knit.
The rhythm of the needles is its own music—a meditation on patience and purpose.

I let the process unfold slowly, without rush.
Each stitch holds the memory of where it came from: the sheep, the land, the hands that tended both.

🍎 Breakfast Interlude

A slow life calls for simple nourishment.
Warm porridge with cinnamon and apple slices—the taste of the season itself.

I’ve learned that preparing food, like knitting, roots us in the moment. It’s part of the rhythm of sustainable living. It honors the ingredients and the process. It also honors the care it takes to make something from scratch.

🌿 Reflection

“This,” I whisper, “is what sustainable living looks like.”
It isn’t grand or glamorous—it’s quiet, mindful, intentional. It’s making time for what matters: the people, the place, the practice of living close to the land.

The wool I knit today connects me to where I am. It reminds me that sustainability starts at home—with simple, beautiful acts of care.

✨ Closing

The coffee is gone, the light shifts, and my knitting rests softly in my lap.
Another morning well spent, another reminder that peace often hides in the ordinary.

What are you creating this autumn?

Gentle and Faith-filled:
“Thank you for sharing this quiet autumn morning with me. May your days be stitched with peace. May your hands find joy in creating. May your heart rest in the simple goodness of God’s world. Until next time — love, light, and woolly blessings. 💛
— Grannie Doll”

🥘 A Comforting Classic: Liver Dinner with Sweet Potatoes & Cabbage —

🥘 A Comforting Classic: Liver Dinner with Sweet Potatoes & Cabbage

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By DollCanCreate – Living Local, Cooking Slow

Excerpt

Soaking the liver in milk, caramelizing onions low and slow, and mashing sweet potatoes with a touch of maple — this simple meal brings together old-fashioned comfort and local living in the GrannieCore kitchen.

🌿 Ingredients

For the Liver and Onions

  • 1 lb beef or calf liver, sliced ½ inch thick
  • 1 cup milk (for soaking)
  • 2 tbsp flour
  • Salt and pepper
  • 2 tbsp butter + 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 1 large onion, thinly sliced
  • 1 tsp brown sugar
  • 1 tbsp balsamic or apple-cider vinegar
  • ½ cup beef broth (optional for deglazing)

Sides

  • 2 medium sweet potatoes
  • ½ head cabbage
  • 2 green onions
  • Butter, milk, salt, pepper, and a touch of nutmeg

🕯 Directions

1️⃣ Soak with Intention

Place the liver slices in a bowl and pour milk to cover. Let it rest 30–60 minutes. This simple step softens the flavor — and gives the cook a few moments of quiet reflection.

2️⃣ Caramelize the Onions

Melt 1 tbsp butter with olive oil. Add onions and brown sugar. Cook gently until golden and sweet, about 10 minutes. Add vinegar to brighten. Set aside.

3️⃣ Sear the Liver

Pat dry, dredge in flour, salt, and pepper. Add remaining butter and sear 2–3 minutes per side. Deglaze with broth if you like a little gravy. Return onions; simmer 2 minutes.

4️⃣ Make the Sweet Potatoes

Boil or steam until tender. Mash with butter, milk, salt, and nutmeg. Add a drizzle of maple syrup for cozy farmhouse sweetness.

5️⃣ Sauté the Cabbage

Melt butter, add shredded cabbage and green onions. Cook until lightly browned; season with salt, pepper, and a splash of vinegar.

🌾 Serving Suggestion

Plate the liver and onions at the center, with mashed sweet potatoes and buttery cabbage on the side. Sprinkle parsley or an edible flower for a GrannieCore touch.

This meal tastes like comfort, memory, and gratitude — a reminder that living local is more than distance; it’s rhythm. The rhythm of soaking, stirring, tasting, and giving thanks for simple abundance.

✨ A Final Reflection

As I cook, I remember that slow, humble meals like this are a form of prayer. They connect us to those who cooked not for perfection, but for love.

“Whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” — 1 Corinthians 10:31

Tonight, that glory smells like onions caramelizing and butter sizzling in a cast-iron pan.

🧺 Shop Local Notes: Cooking Within 100 Miles

Part of the joy of this meal is knowing where everything comes from. When we choose local ingredients, we’re not just cooking — we’re building community, supporting farmers, and tasting our own region’s story.

🐄 Liver & Dairy

Beef liver from a nearby grass-fed farm; milk from a small local dairy. That same milk softens the liver and adds warmth to the mashed sweet potatoes.

🧅 Onions & Cabbage

All from the farmers’ market. Sweet onions and firm cabbages carry the flavor of the season and the hands that grew them.

🍠 Sweet Potatoes

Locally grown and stored through winter — sweet, dense, and perfect for mashing.

🍁 Butter, Maple Syrup & Vinegar

Look for local creameries, small-batch syrup producers, and apple cider vinegar from nearby orchards. They’re quiet heroes of the pantry.

🌿 Why It Matters

Each ingredient connects us to a face, a place, and a purpose. That’s the beauty of the 100 Mile Life — dinner becomes a celebration of belonging.

🕊 A Blessing for the Table

“The eyes of all look to You, and You give them their food in due season.” — Psalm 145:15

As you serve your meal tonight, give thanks for the hands that grew, harvested, and prepared it — and for the grace that makes simple food holy.

#100MileLife #GrannieCoreCooking #LocalLiving #FaithAndFlavor

Building on the Foundation of Christ —

Building on the Foundation of Christ

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1 Corinthians 3:5–13

I

n Paul’s letter to the Corinthians, we find a reminder that feels especially timely for us today. The people of Corinth were arguing about which leader they followed—some claimed Paul, others Apollos. Their attention was divided, and Paul gently brought them back to center:

“What, after all, is Apollos? And what is Paul? Only servants, through whom you came to believe—as the Lord has assigned to each his task. I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.”

Paul isn’t diminishing the value of human effort. He’s showing us that every act of service is sacred when rooted in God’s purpose. We each have a role—some plant, some water—but it is God who makes things grow.

We Are Co-Workers in God’s Field

How freeing it is to remember that we don’t carry the full weight of outcomes!
We are workers together with God, not competitors for His attention. We are teaching a Sunday school class, knitting for charity, or visiting a neighbour. Praying quietly at home, we are each tending a small part of God’s garden. Each action contributes to His creation.

Our job is to show up faithfully.
God’s job is to bring the growth.

Christ Is the Only Foundation

Paul goes on to say:

“No one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ.”

It’s tempting to build our faith on people, traditions, or good works—but those things shift and crumble. Christ alone is the steady ground beneath our feet.
If we build on Him, what we create will endure. Our words, our acts of love, and our ministries will stand. They will stay strong even when life’s fires test them.

What Are We Building With?

Paul writes that the quality of each person’s work will be revealed.
Some build with gold and precious stones—acts of love, patience, kindness, and faithfulness. Others build with straw—pride, comparison, or self-interest.

So we ask ourselves:
What materials am I using in my life of faith?
Are my choices rooted in the eternal or the temporary?

Every day is another chance to build with care, to strengthen what lasts, and to remember who holds the blueprint.

A Prayer to Close

Gracious and Loving God,
Thank You for reminding us that You are our foundation.
Teach us to build with care, to serve with humility,
and to love with steadfast hearts.
May our lives reflect Your grace
and our works stand firm in Christ.
Amen.

Final Reflection

As you go through your week, look around your “field.”
Who might need a seed of kindness?
Where can you pour a little water of encouragement?
Trust that God will take it from there—and make something beautiful grow. 🌿


If this reflection spoke to you, share it with a friend who needs encouragement. If you’d like printable Bible study pages for your own quiet time, you can join my Sunday Journal Circle. It’s a gentle space for faith. It’s a place for reflection and community.

Doll Can Create

100 Mile Life/Grandma Core

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