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what the HECK is Oreo pie??

It occurs to me I have been meaning to put this recipe out for awhile and didn’t, so here it is:

I don't have measurements for this. I've been making it so long I just sort of eyeball based on how many people I'm feeding. Usually, a whole thing of Oreos and most of a bag of marshmallows goes into the filling.

Mega- or Most-Stuf Oreos (don’t skimp on these; you need the filling)

Regular Oreos or Oreo Thins

Marshmallows (mini melt faster)

Heavy cream

Oreo pie crust (chocolate will do in a pinch)

Separate Mega/Most-Stuf cream from the cookies into a saucepan. Set the cookies aside in a large Ziploc

Dump marshmallows and cream into the saucepan. LESS IS MORE with the cream. You can always add as needed. Too little, however, and the pie will turn into tar.

Turn the heat on low and stir, stir, stir until all the marshmallows are melted. Don’t stop stirring or the mixture will burn.

Let the filling set in the fridge for a few hours. If you’re pressed for time you can let it set in the freezer BUT watch carefully to make sure it doesn't freeze.

When the filling is set, crush the leftover Oreo cookies in the bag and add them to the mix. Don't be shy. Aim for the filling to be gray rather than black and white. Break a few regular Oreos into quarters and throw in for extra crunch.

OPTIONAL: Depending on what texture you want, whip a cup of heavy cream and add to the filling. This makes it lighter, but you can leave it out if you want a denser filling.

Pour into Oreo pie crust and garnish with whipped cream and yet more Oreos. Or just serve it out of the bowl. I call this iteration "Thundercloud Pudding."

This will keep in the fridge for weeks since there's nothing organic in it to spoil, but the cookies lose their crunch after a couple of days.

Note: Gluten-free friends rejoice as you can make this with GF Oreos. You will need A LOT OF THEM as even the Double-Stuf GF do not have as much cream as regular Double-Stuf.

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An old like answers a very recent concern of mine

I see the worst opinion I’ve ever seen and then I go to their profile and it says 16 and I just go about my day

glory to the newborn King actually

Now THIS is a countdown I can get behind :D

'El Mayarah'. It means 'Stronger Together'.

One Week Until 6x08 airs

Among those waving palms, there were those in the crowds that asked, who is this?

"This is Jesus."

This is Jesus who even as a boy, underage and unfit, elders were hearing Him and asking Him questions as He taught in the temple. This is Jesus who filled and started sinking two ships of fish in great abundance. This is Jesus who supplied a luxury for His friends at a wedding because of His deep love and dedication for us. This is Jesus who even evil spirits confessed Him to be the holy one of God. This is Him who cleansed the temple because He has the ability to cleanse us.

He who sleeps during the storm, not because He doesn’t care, but because He knows perfectly that all will in fact be well regardless of the storm. He Who is aware, conscious, mindful, active. He Who is perfect regardless of our narrow mindedness because does not turn His back, neglect, abandon, or play favorites. There is not one misfit, not one outcast, not one sinner, who Jesus is not saying to them, follow me, and offering them something more. There is not one who Jesus does not see great worth and great purpose and great need of.

This is Jesus, who gives us access to power to change, to renewal, revival, relief. This is He who goes to the hated, the forgotten, the different, the outcasts, the sinners, the excommunicated, and befriends them, calls them to great things, blesses and loves them. He who goes to the shamed, the judged, the detested, ostracized, and sees great worth and great purpose and great need of them. He who sits with sinners, calls the publicans, touches the unclean and impure, forgives in the act, reaches for those sinking, stops for those buried in the crowd, or alone in the heat of the day.

This is Jesus who, even among mass multitudes, blesses us one-by-one, personally and individually. He Who purposely travels where others don’t to help, to teach, to connect, to love, forgive. He Who comes to us when we are facing emptiness, and weeps with us. He Who stops in the middle of a moving masses because He notices us on the ground, in the dirt, buried under the crowd, to heal even lingering impossibilities. He Who meets us where we are and comforts and lifts us. He comes to us because He doesn’t lose sight of us. He Who only exists to bring us to be better and make us better. He Who is yours.

This is Jesus, who will not meet His match with our suffering, our impossibilities are not a struggle, nor an inconvenience, for Him. When everything and everyone says no, Jesus says, I will. While others may fail us, He comes with healing in His wings and compassion that knows no bounds. This is Jesus who stays until we are filled, and we can be whole. There is a love that satisfies.

That is this Jesus. That is your Jesus.

- Al Fox Carraway

An incomplete list of Narnia/Bible analogs that are gorgeous and make me want to scream:

Shasta and Moses (They come out of the desert to meet God on a mountain. Raised among strangers and foreigners, without any idea of the glory for which God has destined them, they run for freedom and find themselves leaders of their people. When they ask, “who are you?” the strange voice answers only, “I am who I am; that is, myself.”)

Susan and Martha (Your sister sits at the Lord’s feet and runs to his side every time, as though nothing else matters. Yet you have people to worry about, practical concerns to consider. People need to eat, after all, and who will care for their needs if not you? Should you weep when your Master chides you for the busy anxiousness of your heart? When you come to him crying for your lost brother, you know that he will comfort you.)

Lucy and David (Glittering, righteous children after God’s own heart who are only too fallible. Writers of songs and dreamers of dreams, both of them. You can’t convince me that Lucy wouldn’t have danced before the Lord in a linen ephod, or that David wouldn’t have run at Aslan to bury his face in that golden mane. Stubborn, both of them, yet able to face correction and turn guilt back to praise. Brave, faithful youngest children turned great kings and queens.)

Emeth and Rehab (We ask ourselves how those who never hear the Gospel can have any hope for salvation and are given such small, human answers. The road is narrow, yet here this stranger says “I know your God.” How did He reveal Himself? we want to plead. No answer. The road is narrow, yet these few strangers know His character and His saving power. Someday, we will see them in Heaven.)

Edmund and Paul (“Why are you persecuting me?” calls a voice from above, and just like that the spiteful child is saved. What great things they shall do in the name of the Savior, sure in the knowledge that the Lord came to save sinners, of which they are the worst. They sail across many seas; sometimes, they sail smoothly on and sometimes they are shipwrecked. Still, the King is just and good.)

Reepicheep and Elijah (I am enraptured by stories of a righteous, brave soul who is taken home without tasting death. One is taken in a ship on the water, the other in a chariot of fire. Full of joy and ready to meet the King, both are taken beyond sight. Yet we are sure that their arrivals were safe and that they are in that Far Country even now.)

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Green Wheat Fields, Vincent van Gogh