It has been over 300 years since 20 innocent men and women were put to death because they were convicted of witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts.
Hundreds of others were accused of witchcraft and many languished in prisons awaiting trials.
In our kitchen, my husband, Rob, has been experimenting with tomatillos. His mom grew them in her garden this summer, which prompted us to try them.
However, we had such great success that I imagine we'll occasionally buy them at the grocery store.
Rob started by making a salsa verde that we mixed into chili with delicious results.
"He giveth power to the faint and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:29,30,31
The Illinois Department on Aging announced this year's Senior Illinois Hall of Fame inductees. The Senior Illinois Hall of Fame was created in 1994 to honor Illinois residents age 65 and older for their personal achievement. Since then, 95 people have been inducted into the Hall of Fame, including the 2014 inductees:
Student of the Month
Anna Ramme is the Rantoul Exchange Club student of the month.
Ramme, a daughter of Molly Clifton and Travis Ramme, both of Rantoul, ranked 18th out of her senior class of 143 students entering her senior year. She had a grade point average of 4.903.
We are approaching a Halloween transition.
Our kids are tweens-plus — the oldest doesn’t trick-or-treat anymore, and our daughter will probably go with friends this year.
My sweet girl, who has in past years been a fairy and a princess and a ballerina, is thinking of going as a criminal. Another proud parenting moment.
By Chelsey Byers
Do you ever hear someone talking about all that they get accomplished and you think, "Where do they find the time?"
I left Birdland for a day trip to Chicago with my sister. After our business concluded, we went downtown to see my middle boy, Dylan.
He cooks at Celeste, an artful restaurant on West Hubbard. I had never visited, but I knew from his description that it was upscale. Dylan got us reservations for 5 p.m.
(Author's note: While writing this week's column, it occurred to me that I may have already written this column, or something very similar, at some point in the past. But if that is true, and I have, as the writer, almost completely forgotten about it since then, it can be reasonably assumed that you, the reader, have most definitely forgotten about it.
Until a few years ago, I generally discounted the idea of naming a verse in the Bible as my favorite. I knew a lot of people had one. I just didn't. But then one of the pastors I most admire got me to embrace the concept.