Grimbergen Abbey brew incorporates methods found in 12th-century books
I love reading other people’s end-of-year books list with an eye for seeing what I’ve read and picking up a few suggestions. So, here’s what stood out to me from the books I’ve read this year. Several of these books I’ve read because of you suggestions! Keep em coming. What ‘s a great book you’ve […]
Odd ads for Dr Cronk’s Compound Sarsaparilla Beer, once wildly popular, went viral on Twitter. Now a Canadian brewer is bringing it back
Grimbergen Abbey brew incorporates methods found in 12th-century books
By using modern technology South Korean archaeologists have been able to recreate just how the servant girl would have looked 1,500 years ago, the first time such a task has been done in the country.
Grimbergen Abbey brew incorporates methods found in 12th-century books
Odd ads for Dr Cronk’s Compound Sarsaparilla Beer, once wildly popular, went viral on Twitter. Now a Canadian brewer is bringing it back
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The Impossible reveals prayer's immediate and powerful impact through the true account of a family whose son died and was miraculously resurrected. Through the years and the struggles, when life seemed more about hurt and loss than hope and mercy, God was positioning the Smiths for something extraordinary-the death and resurrection of their son. When Joyce Smith's fourteen-year-old son John fell through an icy Missouri lake one winter morning, she and her family had seemingly lost everything. At the hospital, John lay lifeless for more than sixty minutes. But Joyce was not ready to give up on her son. She mustered all her faith and strength into one force and cried out to God in a loud voice to save him. Miraculously, her son's heart immediately started beating again. In the coming days, John would defy every expert, every case history, and every scientific prediction. Sixteen days after falling through the ice and being clinically dead for an hour, he walked out of the hospital under his own power, completely healed. The Impossible is about a profound truth: prayer really does work. God uses it to remind us that He is always with us, and when we combine it with unshakable faith, nothing is impossible. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781546010609 Media Type: Paperback(Media Tie) Publisher: FaithWords Publication Date: 03-12-2019 Pages: 256 Product Dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)About the Author Joyce Smith was born in Wichita, Kansas, and due to her father's job, she grew up all over the country. She retired in 2001 and lives in St. Charles, Missouri, with her husband Brian, with whom she has four sons — Joseph, Tom, Charles, and John — and five grandchildren. Joyce keeps busy with her kids' and grandkids' activities, and enjoys cross-stitch, crochet, and decorating. Joyce loves speaking to audiences about what God has done and continues to do for her family. Ginger Kolbaba is an award-winning author, editor, and speaker. She has written or contributed to more than thirty books, including The Impossible, Your Best Happily Ever After, and The Old Fashioned Way. She has also written a novel series Secrets from Lulu's Café. She is a contributing editor for Focus on the Family magazine and a regular columnist for Positive Note magazine. She has published more than 500 magazine and online articles. Ginger is the former editor of Today's Christian Woman magazine, Marriage Partnership magazine, and the founding editor of Kyria.com, all award-winning resources of Christianity Today.
Jesus was more than a good teacher! Discover five vital facts about Jesus. Each vital resurrection fact is foundational for a biblical worldview.
Lent begins with Ash Wednesday, February 14, 2024, and will end on Holy Saturday, April 30, 2024. The beginning of Lent is marked by many with ashes hence the name Ash Wednesday. Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent, and Ash Wednesday is always 46 days before Easter Sunday. The observance of Lent spans 40 days, ending on the Saturday before Easter.
Besides the summer months, spring has always been one of my favorite times of the year. Between spring break shenanigans, family time on Easter Sunday, fresh bluebonnets on the side of the r…
Early Celtic rulers of a community in what’s now southwestern Germany liked to party, staging elaborate feasts in a ceremonial center. The business side of their revelries was located in a nearby brewery capable of turning out large quantities of a beer with a dark, smoky, slightly sour taste, new evidence suggests. Six specially constructed […]
Grimbergen Abbey brew incorporates methods found in 12th-century books
After the troubles of 2014, critic Craig Morgan Teicher offers up a full shelf of poetry for a brand new year — offering no solutions, but full of ambivalence and precision, balm and fire.
The architectural landmark once hosted the likes of Duke Ellington, The Jackson 5, Stevie Wonder, and Pearl Jam.
New reconstructions of the genetic code of an ancient protein provides clues to the origins of life on Earth.
Corner of State and Madison After the Fire, 1871 Within a year, most visible traces of the destruction were gone, and Chicago expanded and improved as it was resurrected. This image shows how daunting the task was and how quickly the city set about rebuilding. Photographer: Unknown Source: Chicago Historical Society (ICHi-02811) http://encyclopedia.chicagohistory.org/pages/6338.html
The renderings show what a bishop, a cleric and a young woman with a remarkably symmetrical face may have looked like in life
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The central Victorian city is set to have a post-lockdown residential revival, with a rush of enquiries from Melbourne buyers.
If you've ever wondered what it would be like to touch, taste, or kick back and smoke the past, rest assured that it's possible to.
The architectural landmark once hosted the likes of Duke Ellington, The Jackson 5, Stevie Wonder, and Pearl Jam.
Nearly 200 years ago, Dhaka muslin was the most valuable fabric on the planet. Then it was lost altogether. How did this happen? And can we bring it back?
Vanessa Stockard (Australian, b. 1975, Sydney, Australia) - Untitled (Satan on Chair), 2018, Paintings: Acrylics on Board
Scientists in Russia raise plants from fruit stored away by squirrels 30,000 years ago, smashing the previous age record.
Crochet Now – Issue 102 2023 (Digital PDF) Pages-120 Requirements: PDF Reader and at least 95 MB of storage space for files. Overview: Crochet Now is the bestselling magazine guiding both novice stitchers and seasoned enthusiasts across today’s renaissance resurrecting yarn craft’s therapeutic creativity. Published 6 times per year, it demystifies techniques from basic stitches to Tunisian crochet through clear, visual tutorials catering to varied skill levels. Inspiring patterns for apparel, toys, decor and accessories flank lessons – translated for left-handed hookers too. Spotlights on contemporary designers coupled with eco-friendly finds and events coverage connect readers to crochet’s creative revival unfolding online and in-person. For anyone seeking community alongside instruction to progress their textile skills, Crochet Now weaves together covetable projects with welcoming positivity. 🔔 WHERE DO I GET MY FILES? Firstly please note that the product you are buying is a digital file and not a physical product. Once you have paid for your digital file and the payment has cleared with Etsy, you can download them through the purchases section of your Etsy account (which can be found here: http://www.etsy.com/your/purchases). Hashtag: Digital magazines, PDF magazines, Magazine downloads, Lifestyle magazines, Fashion magazines, Inspirational magazines, Business and finance magazines, Home and decor magazines, Technology magazines, Health and wellness magazines, Travel magazines, Parenting magazines, Business Magazine, Finance Magazine, Music Magazine, knitting magazine, sewing magazine, crafting magazine, quilting magazine, food magazine, sports magazines, Women's magazine, pet magazine
Special software helped reveal the words on a burned scroll found inside a holy ark near the Dead Sea
First a plant from the past sprouted new life — now researchers in Russia and South Korea are moving forward with a plan to resurrect the Ice Age woolly mammoth. Scientists in both countries inked a deal Tuesday to share technology and research that could lead to the birth of a mammoth clone, gestated in a surrogate Indian elephant mother.
By using modern technology South Korean archaeologists have been able to recreate just how the servant girl would have looked 1,500 years ago, the first time such a task has been done in the country.
The Feast of First fruits is probably the most important feast for us as believers of Y'shua the Messiah. Do you understand the significance?
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Death at a beauty pageant turns Tita Rosie's Kitchen upside down in the latest entry of this witty and humorous cozy mystery series by Mia P. Manansala. Things are heating up for Lila Macapagal. Not in her love life, which she insists on keeping nonexistent despite the attention of two very eligible bachelors. Or her professional life, since she can't bring herself to open her new café after the unpleasantness that occurred a few months ago at her aunt's Filipino restaurant, Tita Rosie's Kitchen. No, things are heating up quite literally, since summer, her least favorite season, has just started. To add to her feelings of sticky unease, Lila's little town of Shady Palms has resurrected the Miss Teen Shady Palms Beauty Pageant, which she won many years ago—a fact that serves as a wedge between Lila and her cousin slash rival, Bernadette. But when the head judge of the pageant is murdered and Bernadette becomes the main suspect, the two must put aside their differences and solve the case—because it looks like one of them might be next. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780593201695 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group Publication Date: 02-08-2022 Pages: 304 Product Dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d) Series: A Tita Rosie's Kitchen MysteryAbout the Author Mia P. Manansala is a writer from Chicago who loves books, baking, and badass women. She uses humor (and murder) to explore aspects of the Filipino diaspora, queerness, and her millennial love for pop culture. She is the winner of the 2018 Hugh Holton Award, the 2018 Eleanor Taylor Bland Crime Fiction Writers of Color Award, the 2017 William F. Deeck-Malice Domestic Grant for Unpublished Writers, and the 2016 Mystery Writers of America/Helen McCloy scholarship. She's also a 2017 Pitch Wars alum and 2018-2019 mentor.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter One Curls of smoke drifted around the Brew-ha Cafe, a pleasant floral aroma filling the space while hints of an unknown herb tickled my nose, making me sneeze. "Salud," said Elena Torres, the pierced-and-tattooed woman holding the smoldering bouquet, as she wafted a bit more smoke toward me. Adeena Awan, Elena's girlfriend and my best friend, stood next to her, breathing the mixture in, bathing in the smoke. I held back a cough. "Didn't we already cleanse the place?" Elena nodded, circling me with the smoke cleansing stick in her hand. "Yes, but I did some research and saw that guava leaves were used in ancient Filipino practices the same way the indigenous people here use sage. Thought it would bring some good energy into the shop and be something nice for your ancestors, without us having to appropriate white sage. This is a special blend of guava leaves, rosemary, and lavender my mom and I grew in our greenhouse." Ah, so that explained the floral scent my trusty nose detected. I wasn't as into the woo-woo stuff as Adeena and Elena, but I appreciated how thoughtful Elena was being. Besides, the place could use a good cleanse after what happened here back in March. She continued, "I'm really liking the vibes this blend is bringing. I'll need to make more for the altar." We all glanced toward the employees-only corner of the shop. It used to be the back room of the cafe, but after the events that happened a few months ago, neither Adeena nor I could stand to look at it, so we had the walls knocked down and converted it to a semiprivate alcove. Elena wanted to use the space to set up an altar, to both pay homage to those who came before us and to have them bless our business venture. She'd been bugging me to give her something to add to it, but I kept putting it off. I knew what she really wanted were photos of my dead parents, but I refused to put them on display, even if the only other people who'd see them were Adeena and Elena. They weren't for public consumption, even in a way that was meant to honor them. Besides, I wouldn't even look at the photos of them inside my own home-what made her think I'd be comfortable seeing them in my place of business? "It's getting way too hot in here. I'm gonna close the door now. Can you turn on the AC and make sure it's not acting wonky anymore?" Adeena had propped open the door earlier to "let out the negative energy" and the sweltering summer heat rolled in, the temperature having already reached a stifling eighty-six degrees at seven in the morning. Any of the bad juju Elena had managed to cleanse would be replaced with my dark mood if it got any hotter. The air conditioning kicked in, and I breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air washed over me. Summer had just started and the cafe had been closed since the . . . unpleasantness, but we were finally ready for our soft opening in a few days. I looked around the room, once a monochrome minimalist space, now full of color and life. We'd outfitted the area with Adeena's artwork, Elena's plants, and my . . . well, OK, so I hadn't added any personal touches to the cafe yet, but I was more of a back-of-the-house person. I handled anything involving organizational skills, such as ordering, sourcing suppliers, bookkeeping, etc. I was also the baker, so my contribution would be more evident once we opened. If we opened. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something, that we were rushing into opening too soon. This was my dream, after all. It needed to be perfect. It needed to be a success. It needed to be right. Before I could voice these doubts, Adeena said, "Stop it. We're not pushing back the opening." I struggled to keep my facial expression neutral. Had I been thinking out loud or had Adeena finally progressed to full-on mind reader? "What are you talking about? I didn't even say anything." She studied my face. "You didn't have to. I know you and I know the way you think. Plus, you had that look on your face." I crossed my arms. "What look?" "The one where you don't know whether to run away or puke. You really need to start dealing with your anxiety and stop sticking your head in the sand over every little thing." "What Adeena is trying to say," Elena cut in, giving her girlfriend a warning look, "is that we're worried about you. You've seemed really stressed out and-" "Of course I'm stressed out! We're opening on Monday and we're so not ready. We haven't even-" "Haven't what? We've done everything possible." Adeena ticked off the list on her fingers. "We've replaced all the furniture because neither of us could stand to look at it anymore. We hired industrial cleaners to go over the entire place," here her eyes flicked over to a particular spot near the door, "and the space is sparkling. It's even cleaner than your family's restaurant, which is really saying something. We've registered the business with Illinois, had my brother draw up all the legal papers, gotten every freakin' license possible. We could've opened even sooner if it hadn't taken the county so long to replace Mr. Nelson." Mr. Nelson was the previous health inspector, currently in jail after I'd exposed his shady dealings with the help of Adeena, Elena, and some of the other Shady Palms restaurant owners. She continued, "And it's not even our official opening on Monday, just the soft opening. Which you conveniently won't be present for since you decided to take that judging position without consulting us." She put her hands on her hips. "You know. Us? Your business partners? Who have just as much riding on this as you do?" I sighed and toyed with my necklace, already tired of the conversation. I'd agreed to judge the Miss Teen Shady Palms Pageant yesterday, after one of the judges had to drop out at the last minute. The pageant committee had wanted me, a former winner, to be part of the original lineup, but I'd turned them down. I'd already had my hands full preparing for the cafe opening and didn't need to be reminded of my pageant past, especially with Elena harping on about remembering those we'd lost. However, with the pageant down a judge and the first event happening later tonight, the committee had decided to play dirty. They not only offered the Brew-ha Cafe the catering contract for all the pageant events plus a free booth and advertising at the Founder's Day Festival, our town's biggest celebration, but they also brought in the big guns: the Calendar Crew, aka my godmothers-Ninang April, Ninang Mae, and Ninang June. Nobody, but nobody, wielded guilt and tsismis the way these three women did. Once those aunties got involved, it was all over. How could I have possibly said no when Ninang June, my mother's best friend, said things like "Ay, Lila, it would mean so much to Cecilia, God rest her soul. You know how much she loved the pageant and believed in helping the community. Paying it forward, diba?" Nothing like conjuring up the name of my dead beauty queen mother to convince me to do something that I absolutely did not want to do. Which was what made Adeena's comment so unfair. If anyone knew my complicated feelings about the pageant and my mom, it would be her. "You act as if me taking on the position is a huge inconvenience for you. May I remind you that I'm the one stuck dealing with this for the next three weeks? And that my sacrifice ensures a strong opening since we'd never have been able to afford a booth or the kind of advertising that they're providing? Not to mention the catering contract, and that I was able to convince them to hire Terrence to design everything!" Terrence Howell was one of our closest friends, and a freelance graphic designer. He'd finally quit his construction job to do his design work full-time and I wanted to support him as much as possible. He'd already designed the Brew-ha Cafe logo, website, and social media banners, and did the same for my aunt's restaurant, but it wasn't enough. I knew he was hurting, both emotionally and financially, after the mess his fiancée, Janet, got him into a few months ago. Elena, ever th
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