Seeking "Home"

Our Easter Sunday was Stake Conference as well. Walking into the church, FLOODS of memories, good memories, came back to me as I saw many familiar, well-established faces.  It made me happy to be home.  The thought of being "home" sparks a myriad of feelings and memories for people, and for me, "home" is any place where I feel there is love - not that superficial love, or basic well-meaningness, but real enjoyment of the people and surroundings.

I've come to realize how important this is for me now that my daughter is on her way with my husband overseas.  Over the course of Stake Conference, my thoughts reflected on times when I've recognized feelings of "home".

When I met my husband, he felt like "home".
When he and I moved to Georgia, the Church helped me feel at "home"
When I was in the hospital, the priesthood blessing of comfort I received allowed me to feel "home"
Whenever I read the scriptures, I feel "home"
When I attend the temple, in any capacity, I feel "home"

Re-hashing. Literally.

Now that life has somewhat calmed down (4 years later), I feel like resurrecting the interwebbing of my thoughts and opinions on all sorts of wonderful and practical things.  Surely, this is not done for anyone's ultimate benefit (for that would be just silly), but for sheer entertainment value (much more useful). 

I've taken a recent interest in Pinterest for recipes.  A dangerous undertaking not for the feint of heart, but in light of the "Pinterest-fail" threads, I felt it almost a challenge to amuse my scientific-now-turned-domestic-engineering mind by authenticating Pinterest pinnings--at least when it comes to food.  I'm no Alton Brown, but my years studying under some of the best chefs of traditional Southern cuisine I feel doesn't leave me completely helpless in the kitchen.