Name: Peaches in Honey Vanilla Syrup
Ingredients: 1/4 c Water; 1/4 c Honey; 1 2" Vanilla Bean; 4 lg Peaches ( or nectarines),; Pitted, pealed,and thickly; Sliced; 1 tb Lemon juice; 1 pt Vanilla nonfat yogurt

The Scripture promises rewards for our service as a motivation for faithful ministry. And for the Christian, at least, this promise is true and guaranteed regardless of the apparent success or rewards received here in time. Sometimes it appears that doing what is right goes without obvious blessing or reward. Faithful service may not lead to recognition, a promotion, or the raise one counted on – maybe not even a thank you. And often, faithfulness, especially when it is to Christ and biblical principles, can lead to persecution. But as Christians we must never allow the absence of immediate reward or blessing to deter us from steadfast faithfulness… The promise of Scripture is that if we continue to be faithful to the Lord, we will eventually receive rewards for our efforts. If not in this life, definitely in the life to come (1 Cor. 15:58).

J. Hampton Keathley

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Fruits, Grains		Desserts, Fruits	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1/4	c	Water
1/4	c	Honey
1		2" Vanilla Bean
4	lg	Peaches ( or nectarines),
		Pitted, pealed,and thickly
		Sliced
1	tb	Lemon juice
1	pt	Vanilla nonfat yogurt

INSTRUCTIONS

Bring water, honey, and vanilla bean to boil; reduce heat and simmer 5
minutes. Add peaches; raise heat to bring mixture back to a fast
simmer. Simmer until peahes are just softened, 10-15 minutes,
depending on ripeness. Remove from heat; stir in lemon juice.
Refrigerate at least 2 hours. Serve over frozen yogurt.
File ftp://ftp.idiscover.co.uk/pub/food/mealmaster/recipes/mmkah001.zip

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