Fall Day

Instead of giving in to the hard morning I’m having, I am flipping over my calendar page a day early, and trying to embrace October instead of sticking my tongue out at it. So I’m lighting a seasonal candle, baking pumpkin cookies, and reading a Keates poem on fall. Later Gabriel and I will go play in the pine needles outside and work in the garden.

To Autumn
by John Keats (1820)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Fresh Pumpkin Cookies

2 cups butter
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla extract
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. allspice (I added a little cloves and nutmeg too)
1 cup chopped walnuts
2 cups sugar
2 cups fresh pumpkin puree
4 cups flour (sifted)
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. cinnamon
2 cups raisins (I did 1 cup golden raisins, 1 cup mini chocolate chips)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Blend all ingredients thoroughly.
Drop one inch dough balls onto greased cookie sheet.
Baking time 10 minutes.

Pita Pizza

I made Greek chicken pitas for dinner last week and wanted to make the pitas from scratch this time. I was hoping they would puff up and be pocket-pita types… but only one turned out that way. Not quite sure why. But they really were great for being the fold-over-pita type. And I made too many. So I wanted to figure out something fun to do with the leftovers.

Thus, last night we had pita pizza for dinner! It was an amazingly quick and simple meal. I happened to have shredded mozzarella, a little turkey pepperoni, and a gallon bag of garden basil leaves in the freezer. I also had a couple slices of salami and a huge bowl of garden fresh tomatoes in the fridge. Add a little parmesan, a couple garlic cloves, some olive oil, salt & pepper ~ I had everything I needed to throw together a quick and amazing dinner.

This was an excellent meal for letting Gabriel really truly help, too! It was so much fun! I love letting him enter my world and do what I do. And so does he!

Brushing his own pita with olive oil

Spreading on some fresh tomato-parmesan-garlic sauce, after he mixed it for me

Toppings are so much fun, and he was so proud of himself

My finished product

Gabriel’s finished product… while he constantly snitched cheese

After they had been transferred to the pizza stone in the 400 degree oven for just a few minutes, dinner was ready! While they heated up, Gabriel set the table, I made garden salads, and Daddy poured some wine leftover from the Sabbath.

Now I am planning on making pitas again and keeping a stack of them in the freezer (along with some cheese and turkey pepperoni) to have on hand for days when a quick dinner would be a blessing.

Keep those meals from scratch, and get those sweet little hands busy in the kitchen!

Fruitful

My garden is still abundant, and I wanted to share pictures of its fruitfulness.
I filled a large bowl with cucumbers, zucchini, crookneck squash, and tomatoes today. I’ve stopped picking peas and beans. I just couldn’t keep up any more. My lettuce is still sweet and tender. Potatoes and onions are going to be ready after a couple of frosty nights. The pumpkins are getting big and round, and just starting to turn orange. My squashes and cukes are slowing down. But the tomatoes are just speeding up! I never thought all these tomatoes would ripen, but we’re getting a little kick of Indian Summer this week, and they’re starting to ripen in droves! I think I may be freezing them by the gallon later this week. 🙂

And surprise, my Victory Rose is starting to bloom again! It has seven (the number of my children!) buds right now, and we’re excited to see how many bloom before we get a heavy freeze.

Jesus is faithful

Jesus is faithful; His promises are precious.

Were it not for these considerations, I should, with my present prospects, sink down in despair…

~Nancy Hasseltine, 1810

Freezer Meals

When you hear the term “freezer meal,” just what do you think of? Pretty quickly I see images of lasagna, enchiladas, and chicken-broccoli-casserole popping into my head. But really, I have been discovering that “freezer meals” can be just about anything! Over the last year, I have made it a point to keep some frozen things on hand that I can just defrost and heat through, especially on days when medical treatments have laid me low, when I am in the midst of burying another baby, when I am too emotionally overwhelmed to even think straight about cooking, or perhaps when time has simply gotten away from me and I know I won’t have time to spend cooking a good dinner for my family. Another aspect of freezer meals that I love, is that I always have something handy to give away, should a friend of mine suddenly be in need of a home-cooked meal. And thanks to the gift of a stand-up freezer my parents gave me for my 26th birthday, I have even more space for such things.

So anyway… yesterday was a day that I dedicated to stocking my freezer up again with freezer meals. I realize that I still did have some meals in there (turkey chili; coconut chicken and rice; ravioli; cranberry-catalina chicken; etc), but now I have over a dozen meals ready and waiting for my need of them. I am about to give a couple away already to help stock some friends’ freezers too. I’m thankful to be able to help serve others in this way.

Yesterday I made multiple batches of four main dishes: Tonno e Limono Pasta; Pulled Pork Enchiladas; Chicken Curry with Rice; Beef Burgundy (except I actually used our favorite cab-sav instead of burgundy).

All four dishes really turned out well (I taste-tested them all, of course), and I expect them all to freeze & heat well too. I used the crock pot to cook the pulled pork while I made the pasta dish and the curry dish, and prepped the beef dish. Then while I assembled the enchiladas (and put other finished dishes into ziplocs and other containers; and washed up all the dishes; and, well you know, other things…), the beef did its three hours of simmering in the crock pot. This particular combination of meals that I chose worked really well with overlapping use of dishes and appliances. It made it relatively easy to make a dozen meals in just a few hours, even with a two-year-old helping me out. 🙂

What are some dishes that you have frozen? Have you found things that do not freeze well? Do you ever spend a day making a dozen meals simply to stock your freezer? Or someone else’s freezer?

Homemaking Humor

Wanted to share some homemaking humor to give us all a little smile this evening. 🙂

WHAT HAPPENED?
excerpt from Womanly Dominion, page 170

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, “What happened here today?” She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?” “Yes” was his incredulous reply. She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”

Leaning Hard

Child of My love, lean hard
And let Me feel the pressure of thy care;
I know thy burden, child. I shaped it;
Posed it in Mine Own hand; made no proportion
In its weight to thine unaided strength,
For even as I laid it on, I said,
“I shall be near, and while she leans on Me,
This burden shall be Mine, not hers;
So shall I keep My child within the circling arms
Of My Own love.” Here lay it down, nor fear
To impose it on a shoulder which upholds
The government of worlds. Yet closer come:
Thou art not near enough. I would embrace thy care;
So I might feel My child reposing on My breast.
Thou lovest Me? I knew it. Doubt not then;
But loving Me, lean hard.

~Streams In The Desert~

Praying Colossians 3

Sometimes when I am particularly weary and worn, I feel like I don’t even know how to pray anymore. So I am reminded to turn to Scripture and pray back these words to our Father. Like today, turning Colossians 3 into a personal prayer:

My Father in Heaven, cause me to hallow Your name. Bend low to your maidservant and fill me with Your Spirit.

I have been raised with Christ Your Son: cause me to seek the things that are above, where Christ is seated at Your right hand. Cause my mind to focus on things that are above, and not on things that are here on earth. I have died to myself and my fleshly lusts, and my life is hidden with Christ in You. Christ is my life—make Him more and more my all—and when He appears, then I also will appear with Him in glory.

Therefore, enable me to put to death what is earthly in me: sexual immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and the idolatry of covetousness. Convict me and purge me of these things, for because of these, Your wrath is coming. I was a child raised in the covenant, so I did not walk and live in these things, but they are part of my sin nature, and I must put them all away: anger, wrath, malice, slander, and obscene talk. Control my tongue so that I do not lie, since I have put off my sinful self and practices, being clothed in Christ, and being renewed in knowledge after the image of You, the Creator. I know that there are no differences in Your people, but Your Son Christ is all, and in all. Your Son is in me.

I am Your chosen one, I am holy and beloved in Your sight! Give me strength and solidarity of heart to put on a compassionate heart, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience. Enable me to bear with others You have placed around me. Give me forgiveness, for You have forgiven me and I must forgive as You have.

Above all, clothe me with love, and use that love to bind everything else together in perfect harmony. Let Christ’s indescribable peace rule in my heart, for I have been called to it. Make me thankful.

Let the words of Christ dwell richly in me, and give me words to teach and admonish others in Your wisdom, while giving me grace to be taught and admonished in Your wisdom as well. Give me the beauty of music, and fill me with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, so that I will overflow with thankfulness in my heart to You.

Whatever You call me to do, in words and deeds, cause me to do it all in the name of my Lord Jesus, and make me give thanks to You for all things through Him.

As a Christian wife, give me joyful submission to my husband. Make me thankful for my loving husband who is not harsh with me, and give him the grace to continue bearing with me in love and gentleness. Grow my honor towards my parents so that I may please the Lord, and be a good witness to my son. Give my son an obedient heart in everything so that he may be a pleasing covenant son to You. Restrain my husband and me from provoking our son, so that we do not discourage him; but train us to encourage, nurture, disciple, and discipline him according to Your tender mercies. Give us obedience and dedication to those who are over us, in jobs and church and government. Do not allow us to give way to eye-service as people-pleasers, but give us sincerity towards our overseers, because we fear You.

Give us joy and strength to work heartily, and renew our passion in our tasks so that we will give You our best work. Keep Yourself in the forefront of our minds, as we work for You and not for men, for we know that You will leave us a beautiful inheritance and reward. We serve Christ! There is no partiality with You, our God, and Your justice will rain down on the wrongdoer for wrongs we have done.

Be gracious and merciful, my Father in heaven. Hear my prayer and attend to my cries.
In the name of Your Son Jesus Christ, through the power of Your Holy Spirit, Amen.

Still

Grief.

It still hurts. Stings. Aches. Burns. Suffocates.

It still hangs on the wall in empty photo frames. It still sings from the arrows in the quiver in the office. It still lies in the empty bassinet. It still seeps from the unworn baby clothes.
It still cries from my vacant womb. It still shouts from my empty breasts. It still shrieks in negative pregnancy tests and unwanted monthly cycles.
It still dribbles into my veins on injection needles and iv pokes. It still chokes using pills and potions. It still pours back out of my veins into rubber topped tubes.

It still surprises me with floods of tears. It still weakens me with its strength. It still frightens me with its depth.

It still steals my hope.

It still enhances my longing. It still grows my desire. It still builds my passion.

It still tears me down while it still builds me up.

It still remains a part of me.

Still, it always will.