12 in 20 (women who follow their passions)

12 in 20/Betsy

Welcome to 12 in 20! Once a month this year I will highlight a woman who has found and followed her passion! Enjoy their stories, find yourself in them, they are wonderful women. It’s a blessing to highlight them, thank you for joining me for my first post in this series.

Isn’t it serendipitous when life offers you your passion as a child?

Some can go their entire life and not recognize the call from their soul, this was not the case for Betsy. Betsy was one of five children from our little neighborhood in Illinois. All us kids were fast friends spending many hours being silly and carefree.

I’m sure that I couldn’t recall a day that I haven’t know her. Being the same age as my sister Patti there’s no doubt that the two of them spent most of their days together. I’d tag along as the younger sister and Betsy’s sister Debi was in the mix as well.

Patti, Betsy and Debi. Little sis must not have made the cut.

No stranger to being her mom’s helper in the kitchen, Betsy found herself being in charge of family dinners at a young age when her mom took a job outside the family home. Betsy scoured cook books at the library, jotting down meticulous notes as she filled notebooks with recipes, and would play restaurant with us friends creating menus before preparing and plating the meals.

Her passion was born!

Preparing fantastic food, and sharing wonderful recipes. When you’re used to preparing food for a busy family of seven at a young age, what comes next? Well, for Betsy it was working at a popular fish market with her mom and sister before the age of seventeen. Betsy had faith in her abilities and asked to be a chef at a banquet hall called Judds Red Derby in Alsip, Illinois. Although the owner, Mr. Judd had laughed at her, he took a chance on this passionate teen allowing her to cook… so cook she did! Unfortunately, our passions don’t always pay the bills.
When college wasn’t an option, Betsy took an office job in Chicago, she would never return to a commercial kitchen again.

Life happened and the pages on the calendar changed. Finding love, Betsy married, and shared with her husband her passion to be in the kitchen. He encouraged her to attend culinary school, so she did just that! Working full time while she attended the Culinary School at Kendall College in the evenings and weekends. By this time Betsy found herself in her thirties, with plans to start a family, this would mean that her mad culinary skills would be put to use on family and friends. Hosting dinner parties and joining cooking clubs. Her love for recipes never faded and she spent hours thumbing through cookbooks or surfing the internet for the next recipe she would share with her family. Cooking soon gave way to her favorite passion, raising two boys. As a stay at home mom she found new joy. Once the boys started school full time she decided to start a website which incorporates her other passion, quilting. ( I tell ya the talent in this gal is never ending!)

So what’s Betsy up to these days now that her boys are college students?

Well, she’s spent much of her time perfecting the notoriously finicky French cookie, the macaron (insert happy dance for our bellies). Once done perfecting the cookie, a task that took a full four months, Betsy’s time was spent developing delicious fillings! Macarons whose flavors include ~ Blueberry Lemon Cheesecake, White Chocolate peppermint, or the new flavor Peanut butter and jelly made with whole shelled peanuts, the results are a beautiful work of art.

White chocolate peppermint

With each taste test her family, friends and employees at her husbands business would ask “When are you going to sell these?”. “Well, I’m thinking of selling them, but I’m afraid nobody will buy them” was her answer. But, people know quality, they taste the effort, and the passion. So with twenty one boxes filled with eighteen macarons each she posted them for sale on Facebook~ they sold out in an hour! This was eight months ago and the creating and selling hasn’t stopped. Life is good for Betsy’s Macarons!

Once again, the pages on the calendar are changing and Betsy’s youngest son who is a college baseball player will be playing ball in the spring, and will also play summer ball. The passion of motherhood has not diminished, and she will spend time following the team and enjoy supporting her son. She plans on baking from home (an incredible kitchen for which I have high envy issues) but she’s feeling the need to find a commercial kitchen and get her business registered. She’s loving that people are enjoying her macarons, word is spreading!

Thanks to Betsy for sharing her journey to fulfilled passion. Please visit her at:

www.quiltandcafe.com www.bestsysmacarons.com

Please check out Betsy’s links and support other passionate women.

Till next time- Erin

One piece at a time

Sprinkles

One of the first things I saw after shuffling myself to the kitchen this morning was a nearly used bottle of sprinkles. My first thought…” not today sprinkles, not today!” This day was not a sprinkle day.

I woke with a slight panic, than realized it was more sadness. For a minute I thought about the days I was plagued by anxiety and seasonal depression… I inhaled, exhaled and said a quick prayer that the feeling would go away. It did, as quickly as it had entered. Then the sprinkles…

Jammies on, coffee brewing (albeit decaf, this is surely some kind of joke). No matter how your day starts you must go on. Even on hard days. Don’t we wish that all days could be sprinkle days? Don’t we wish there was always celebration, laughter, and reward in the form of a giant cupcake made by someone who got to celebrate with us, someone who knew we loved extra frosting and lots of sprinkles! But, that’s not how it goes.

Life. Sometimes you don’t get to have the cupcake and certainly no sprinkles. But, you know what… sometimes you do. After all, the sprinkle container is nearly empty, and truth be told, it’s got probably half a dozen sprinkle container friends in the cabinet with it, they are all half full at best. This means that there have been lots of celebration days. There’s been plenty of sprinkle shakin’ going on, and you have to remember that on a day when you can’t see past the garlic powder and red pepper flakes.

As mentioned earlier, I woke up sad. Today one of my daughters best friends was going to be leaving us. The rainbow bridge was waiting, and this beautiful four legged loyal boy was about to cross, while we, his people stay behind. It’s gut-wrenching. So yep, we’re all sad here tonight. Hopefully in the next few weeks we will get back to remembering the fun, the playfulness and the memories that were all sprinkle days. By the way…the fact that the sprinkles are rainbow colored has not escaped me. Thanks for taking care of my girl Benny Boy~ we’ll take it from here.

Benny Boy

Till next time~ Erin