Pesto Please

Knock knock are you all still there?

After what seems like an eternity since I last wrote anything just purely for the joy of writing, I’m here to share something a little new to the blog. Now before I begin please don’t get your hopes up to much that this is my “new thing”. Inspiration hit as I sunk my teeth into a tantalizing chunk of “pizza” on Monday. Sure I had created it and yeah it smelled heavenly but you never can tell until you yourself just dig right in!

Now I’m not one to brag…ok, stop laughing! Ok, I AM one to brag and this pesto chicken pizza bread was A++ and I just couldn’t deprive my faithful followers from the tingling tastebuds that could await them.

Now dear ones I must say that before you get too emotionally involved with this concoction of fine degree, you must note a few things. No,I’m not anyone fancy therefore I don’t cook fancy. Let’s face it. I’m just a single gal(well not really but maybe that’s a post for a different time) cooking just for myself. Yes, it’s simple and perhaps you already have this in your arsenal of delectable delights. Lastly, I don’t measure when I’m creating so if you aren’t a roll with the punches kind of a gem, you may want to exit now. However IF you have scope for the imagination and are looking for something to shove in your face. I’ve got the “recipe” for you!

Pesto chicken pizza bread

Ingredients:

(as I remember them but hey feel free to add what ya want. Cooking is your moment to shine!)

-Butter:some

-Parmesan:a whole bunch

-Milk/half half/cream cheese:eh maybe like 1/4-1/2 cup?

-Salt/pepper: pinch but be careful on the salt. The pesto adds some saltiness and so does the parm.

-Cooked chicken finely diced(grab a big knife and recreate Julia Child and the onion scene in Julie and Julia)

-Pesto: Homemade is best but a small store bought container is good too.

-pizza cheese: I’ll give you the freedom of choice here.

-Crusty bread:

-Fresh mozzarella: Don’t cheat yourself here.

To begin our saga, the butter must first change its matter from a solid to a liquid, for those scratching their heads,melt the butter! Once the butter has made it’s transformation add the parm,you’ll want to lower the heat and begin stirring the cheese and butter. Add the milk or half/half of cream cheese (only a little cream cheese) and stir like your life depends on it. Once you’ve got a saucy looking liquid. Take it off the heat and set aside.

Next…are you still following me? Chop your cooked chicken,place it in a bowl along with the pizza cheese,some parm,and pesto. Toss that around a bit(I personally like to pretend I’m tossing a salad because let’s be real, it’s as close as I get to eating something green).

Set that bowl aside and grab the bread. Cut the bread in half. Begin scooping all the fluffiness right outta there. I am an excellent pretender and I imagined all of the *calories being ripped out! *Please note that no calories were harmed in the making of this pizza. You take full responsibility for the consumption of this recipe. Once it now resembles a bowl like boat pour some of the sauce into the carved out bread bowl. Spread it around like a normal boring pizza. After that, fill it up with the chicken mixture. I pressed it down a bit to pack the optimal amount of chicken into it. Grab your fresh mozzarella and slice it to put on top!

Now here’s the tough part. Do you want to freeze it for a later date or heat that baby up and go to town? Freezer option just grab a freezer baggy and let it do its thing. If you opt to eat it right away I’d suggest placing right on the oven rack. Bake at 350 until the mozzarella is getting golden brown!

Well folks I certainly hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did! If you do end up trying it out, I’d love to hear from you! Pictures of the finished product would be awesome too!

As always much love,

PilgrimNicci

Ps. Here’s a picture to prove I’m still amongst the living!

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Two hours and they are gone, so is our opportunity 

600 people will die every two hours from starvation. 75% of those deaths are children. I just was in fellowship with my brothers and sisters from 10-3. That’s 5 hours! That means 1,500 people around the world died this morning as myself and roughly 500 people sat in our air conditioned building worshipping,eating lunch,and then worshiping again. If the statistics are correct that means if I was in a different position in life myself all the people in the sugar grove/Covington Meeting house would be dead. Not only us but several congregations in the area would of been wiped out too. The difference I see in the reality of the statistic and the hypothetical scenario of my mind is we know Christ. Do those that will die as I type this know Christ? Let’s take a step further maybe He isn’t their personal savior but have they even had opportunity to feel His love or will they die never even knowing what love is?

Honestly my concern isn’t whether or not someone is going to die or not. I’m not being harsh. It is sad for someone to die senselessly so don’t twist my words,please. However where the true tragedy really comes in and what I care about is people feeling Jesus’s love through us. Then only then can they begin to figuratively move in the direction of claiming Christ as their savior. They may still die ( or maybe not!) here on earth yet they will truly begin to live eternally. 

So as I sat in church today listening to a minister tell the children to clean up their plates because we are to be good stewards of what we have. Although I don’t disagree with him I often feel like what the church needs is direct ways to be informed of how to help the needy and share the gospel. So many times because of where the church came from I hear tip toeing around. I’m not implying that happened today. I instantly begin to think “ok he said be good steward and help our neighbors anywhere and everywhere. I know so many are doing amazing work here for the kingdoms sake. However are there some who don’t know where the need is and would like some resources for their time and money?”. 
I have come up with a small list of places I personally have found to meet our goals as kingdom Christians to share truth and meet the physical needs of our neighbors. I’ll mark (*) any that meet physical needs only that I still feel a good place to direct our stewardship.
1.) Vision Beyond Borders 

https://www.visionbeyondborders.org/

2.)Voice of the martyrs

https://www.persecution.com

3.) Live Team

https://www.live-team.org/

4.) Partners in hope* in Troy 

http://www.partnersinhopeinc.org

5.)Lincoln Community Center in Troy * http://www.lcctroy.com

6.) Health Partners free clinic *

http://www.healthpartnersclinic.org

7.) Mission Avation Fellowship https://www.maf.org/

8.) I won’t post information but we do have several people in our fellowships that are in various areas spreading the truth. I’m sure they could use support so they can in return meet the needs around them.
Sometimes being a good steward is more than simply providing financially yet that can and is a blessing when you do physically need something. However there are vast opportunities to partner in prayer for the salvation of the dying world too! 
Street light Christian Ministries is a great example of using prayers to the best of their ability. I’d be happy to give you more information if you want it.
Anyway I hope this will inspire you to help others with the goal of their salvation at the front of your mind.


Much love,Pilgrim Nicci
PS. Just a suggestion maybe around the Sunday dinner table let’s stop having discussions about politics,gender issues,and the man at the grocery store with tattoos. Let’s have productive conversations about how we can be the light and live to the lost and dying! Let’s find solutions instead of complaining about what we don’t appreciate. A scornful eye and the act of avoidance won’t feed the hungry physically or spiritually. A kind soul that reaches in love to give bread and living water is what will show you have something worth taking!

This is a note to myself as well. Much love.

Don’t Judge a Book by its cover

Sitting in the backseat of the car I scroll through my pictures of the week gone by. So many fun memories. Tons of thoughts flash through my mind as I try to piece together all that I’ve learned. Not only to be a more effective teacher but also about the nature of the two coworkers that went on this trip too. I’ve debated how to break up this blog post. Should I do two separate posts? One for the fun we had and one for the education we received? Possibly just shove it all together? **I’ve decided to go with one post to save you all from being forced to read more than you have to.
Our drive to Alabama was pretty uneventful yet filled with generous amounts of laughter and conversations. 


Once we arrived at the hotel and got settled in we began the task of looking for somewhere to eat dinner ( or supper depending on your definition). We settled on a little restaurant called Corsino’s. We pulled up and immediately thought we should find somewhere else to dine. As we cautiously looked out the car windows we saw people “walking the streets”,bars on the windows,and a cop standing guard. Ironically the address of the little Italian restaurant was 911. We had a bout of giggles over that! 


We concluded that because their was a cop, that we could just ask him what he thought. So we did. He was incredibly helpful and said that we should just “go on in” and he’d “help us when we came out” to figure out where to go next. True to his word he did just that.
So with cop as our line leader we walked through the barred doors and stepped into a scene that I’m pretty sure I’ve seen in a movie a time or two. An aged woman sitting in the corner purposefully folding pizza boxes. Our waitress Kim was standing in the back ready to serve. There was also a man standing by the cash register with serious eyebrows but a goofy little smile. The room was empty and..let’s just say quaint. By the looks on the the three employee’s faces they sure hadn’t ever seen a tea life “A-mish” person before! 
We scanned the menu which had the typical Italian food options that you’d expect. As we were deciding on what we wanted all of a sudden like an unofficial alarm went off people showed up so they too could enjoy this hole in the wall. We got several stares and whispers. Some would take quick glances trying not to be rude yet curiosity was very real. I didn’t care about all the attention we were getting. I just had an overwhelming feeling of happy and contentment. I think I could of brought my suitcases in and set up camp right at our table and stayed awhile. I began to wonder about the stories these people had and who they were. I too looked around the room, my eyes and imagination running wild. I made up Their stories in my mind, all with happy endings because I had decided I loved them all. 


Somewhere in between my story time in my brain and trying to keep up conversations with my coworkers our food came. One of my coworkers and I split fettuccine Alfredo and my other coworker got manicotti. I slowly ate my food because I wanted to savor each and every bite. I tried the manicotti too and mmm if I ever return to Alabama I’ll be getting that for sure!      

 As I ate my dessert of cannoli a little old man came up to our table to chat. Him and his wife were regulars of the establishment and thought he’d ask us some questions. To which we happily answered. Mmm dessert was amazing and the conversation sweet! Oops isn’t that supposed to be the other way around? 


As tempting as it was to stay in this little Italian restaurant nestled in the middle of the “ghetto ” we knew we had to leave. As we paid our bill the man with serious eyebrows had some questions for us too. We tried to make sure that every question was met with an answer directing back to our Lord and Savior. He was as chatty as they come. We engaged in conversation for about ten or so minutes and I believe we learned more about Him than he did about us! 
As I said above the cop was in fact waiting for us when we were ready to leave. He was incredibly helpful yet we all three felt like something was a little “off” about him. Maybe it was his unnervingly long pinky nail or his glassy eyes whatever it was I choose to believe God place us together for a reason. He was a help to calm our minds knowing he was out there. Maybe just maybe we were a witness to him as well. 

We ended up going to downtown town Montgomery just to walk around. There we met a few new people and just enjoyed the “flavor ” of the town. 

When we stopped at a gas station on our way back to the hotel, we shocked this one poor lady into silence. Just as I had felt like I had entered into a movie back at the restaurant. She thought the movie/tv had come to her. She was so flustered on account of her watching Amish mafia and she just hadn’t seen one of us in tea life before. Luckily after she came to she turned out to be a lovely woman. We shared with her that perhaps its best not to believe EVERYTHING you see on TV. 

**I’m going to end this post here because I’m seeing it’s going to get long winded. If you are so inclined stay tuned for the next post about our time spent at Pensacola Christian College and what I did and learned this week at the summer seminar. Then possibly a third post detailing our time spent at the beach and in the rain. 
As always much love,

Pilgrim Nicci