Published January 10th, 2012
Fran & I are teaching a Sushi Class tomorrow night (or I guess I should say TONIGHT since it’s past 1 a.m.!!) We are NOT experts, but we have made some (VERY Americanized) sushi a few times now, and we’ve had a lot of fun doing it. Hopefully the friends in the neighborhood who come will be able to have fun, too, while learning & trying something new!
The recipes we are actually demonstrating are the Chocolate & Coconut Dessert Sushi, and a Chicken & Vegetable sushi.
Sushi Rice Recipe
Fruit-Filled Coconut & Chocolate Dessert Sushi
Here are some other fun recipes you can download and try!
CUCUMBER ROLL RECIPE
CALIFORNIA ROLL RECIPE
Brown Rice & Shrimp Handrolls
STEAK AND ONION ROLL RECIPE
PHILADELPHIA ROLL RECIPE
PESTO CHICKEN ROLL RECIPE
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sushi Rolls
MEXICALI ROLL RECIPE
MANGO SALMON ROLL RECIPE
Fun Fruit Sushi
Fruiti Sushi (Gluten Free)
Sweet Sticky Fruit Sushi
Published August 14th, 2011
I still remember hearing this story from Gordon B. Hinckley’s talk during Relief Society meeting in October 2006. I was thinking about it this morning and found it by searching online. I will save it here so that next time I want to read it, I won’t have to search as far!
There was an attractive and able young woman, divorced, the mother of seven children then ranging in ages from 7 to 16. She said that one evening she went across the street to deliver something to a neighbor. Listen to her words, as I recall them:
“As I turned around to walk back home, I could see my house lighted up. I could hear echoes of my children as I had walked out of the door a few minutes earlier. They were saying: ‘Mom, what are we going to have for dinner?’ ‘Can you take me to the library?’ ‘I have to get some poster paper tonight.’ Tired and weary, I looked at that house and saw the light on in each of the rooms. I thought of all of those children who were home waiting for me to come and meet their needs. My burdens felt heavier than I could bear.
“I remember looking through tears toward the sky, and I said, ‘Dear Father, I just can’t do it tonight. I’m too tired. I can’t face it. I can’t go home and take care of all those children alone. Could I just come to You and stay with You for just one night? I’ll come back in the morning.’
“I didn’t really hear the words of reply, but I heard them in my mind. The answer was: ‘No, little one, you can’t come to me now. You would never wish to come back. But I can come to you.’ “
There are so very many like this young mother, who found herself in loneliness and desperation but was fortunate enough to have faith in the Lord, who could love her and help her.
Published May 14th, 2011
This is one of my favorite stories of all time. I originally heard it on one of my motivational MK CD’s, Pearls of Wisdom. Then as I was preparing a talk for our Stake Primary Auxiliary training this past week, I found some slightly different versions on a few different blogs. I combined my favorite parts of each, and am posting it here. I hope it will inspire you, too, to try your best, never give up, and allow the Master to “improvise” on your behalf!
Once upon a time, a famous composer & pianist named Paderewski was scheduled to perform a concert in New York, where the concert had been sold out 6-months prior to his playing. On the night of the concert everyone came all dressed up (tuxes and long, beautiful evening dresses) an evening to remember. A mother brought her 9-year-old son because she wanted to get him excited about the idea of playing the piano. She had brought him in hopes that he would be encouraged to practice the piano if he could just hear the great Paderewski at the keyboard. So against his wishes, he had come. As the story goes, right before the concert was to start, the boy finally got tired of waiting and started squirming around in his seat. His mother turned around to talk with some friends, and he just couldn’t stay in his seat any longer, so he slipped away from her. The boy was strangely drawn to that Grand Steinway piano on the stage, flooded with beautiful lights. Then, without much notice from the sophisticated audience, he sat down on that stool and stared wide-eyed at those black & white keys. And he placed his little fingers in the right location, and began to play, would you believe, chopsticks. Well, the crowd hushed as hundreds of frowning faces turned in his direction. They were irritated and embarrassed and even furious, and they began to shout: “Get that kid off the stage.” “This is an outrage.” “What is this boy doing here?” “Stop him!” Can you see the picture? The startled ushers began to move toward the stage to remove the boy, but backstage Paderewski overheard the sounds, and quickly put together what was happening. He hurriedly put on his coat and rushed out to the stage; and without one word of announcement, he stooped over behind the boy, reached around both sides, and began to improvise a countermelody to harmonize and enhance chopsticks! Can you see that picture? And as the two of them played together, Paderewski kept whispering in the boy’s ear, “Keep going! Don’t quit! Don’t stop! Keep on playing! Don’t quit! Keep going!”
And so it is with us. We hammer away on our projects, which sometimes seem about as insignificant as chopsticks in a concert hall. And about the time we’re ready to give it all up, along comes the Master, and leans over and whispers, “Keep going, don’t quit, keep on! Don’t stop! Don’t quit!” And he improvises on our behalf. Providing just the right touch at just the right moment.
Just found another version, from a 1999 Relief Society broadcast! Cool! I love this quote from Elder Faust:
“In our lives, unpolished though we may be, it is the Master who surrounds us and whispers in our ear, time and time again, ‘Don’t quit. Keep playing.’ And as we do, He augments and supplements until a work of amazing beauty is created. He is right there with all of us, telling us over and over, ‘Keep playing.’” 7