

Bread being basic and healthy, because it's made from the bestest wheat on earth.

"Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God." 1Co 10:31
I took these pictures in the entryway so I could have better light. Not so much.
A domestic note: I organized my pictures in my computer program. It took almost 2 hours, and I enjoyed seeing them all again. I put them in folders, and named them odd names, such as: domestic critters, people of consequence, pretty things, etc. Only I know what I mean, others would have to open each folder to find out. Not everyone in the family cares, pretty much like the rest of you.
I can show you one of the pictures under the label 'people of consequence.' I like to use all sorts of pictures for my screensaver. I really like the chair, in the forground, with the bargello needlepoint seat. I could imagine it being three shades of brick, three shades of green on a mustardy gold background. I should make me a needle roll or a wallet in those colors. Waddaya think?
Hoping to get most of the baking done tomorrow, I'll leave you with this:
"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things." Phi 4:8
In His hands, ^__^
In His hands, ^__^
Sleevelets (my name for them, there may be an official name for these)
Well, it is snowing. We got about 1 and 1/2" last night and are supposed to get about 2" more. It does not look likely, we'll have to wait. It began snowing again about 15' ago--little tiny drifting flakes.
My friend told me that her Momma knew how many inches it would snow by counting the number of snow birds (juncos) that would feed on the ground, right before a snow. I must tell you that, more often than not, she has been right.
All morning long there have been 4 snow birds feeding in our back patio (with other birds) I will let you know tomorrow if my 'snow forecasters' were correct.
I'll leave you with this:
"For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth" Job 37:6a
While I was looking at the Pussy Willow in our back yard and seeing the icicles formed along all the branches--every inch or so there was an icicle--I reflected on the wisdom of God. If all the water would dribble down to the end of the branch, instead, it would form a massive icicle at the end of every branch which would be too heavy for the branch to bear. All the branches would break and there would be no more trees. But God in His wisdom, makes the water form these short, evenly distributed icicles; which, bear the load equally along the branch. I saw this phenomenon on all the trees, except for the evergreen, which, by nature are sappier than deciduous trees, and are able to bear the load of all-over ice in a magnificent way. The evergreens do droop all the way to the ground, but are quite resilient.
I wish you could see the hundreds of 3" icicles that have impaled themselves on the ice covered ground. They glisten in the sunshine. (sun is shining for the first time in 9 days)Also noticed, that since the ice 'storm' there has not been any wind. Again, the wise goodness of God. If there had been wind, the very tall trees would have come crashing down on houses, out buildings, cars, and people. But, no wind. This fact is truly amazing!
This one is my favorite looking very much like a 'Charlie Rose' shot. The birds were at the feeders a few minutes after DH took this one.
So, the weather guy said it should reach 39F this afternoon. We are planning to go the the membership warehouse grocery store after dinner. We are 'out of everything' [you know that is an affluent society exaggeration.] We need some basics, and MILK, and could survive the rest of winter with the canned and boxed stuff, plus all the 'soup bones' in the freezer.
I did not go to get my goat milk today, for the third week in a row. I would not make a good mailman. DH can manage walking or gliding on the ice, but not I. When I was in 10th grade my friends took me ice skating. Having not, ever, ice skated before, I fell many times while the other girls glided over the ice like a graceful ballet troupe. There I was, bruised and ache-y. They were kind and helped me up many, many times. The following week I could not go, and the week after that I was reticent, and embarrassed. Thus, ended my ice skating ventures. Now I know that I should have gone that second time with a get-back-on-the-horse type of attitude, but...oh, well! I also do not roller skate. DH does. I am such an all-around peasant! I walk on the ice in my bare feet, which melts the ice, just enough to give me the traction I need. I should get a pair of golfing shoes, maybe the cleats would give me traction.
I'll leave you with this:
"Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? "Job 38:29
In His hands, ^__^
Lord willing, tomorrow I'll post a bit more.
I'll leave you with this:
"The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate." Pro 8:13
In His hands, ^__^
In His hands, ^__^
Sorry about the off center picture. The piece is about 2"x4" And that was our next to last tomato, and the parsley which survived the 18F overnight freeze 2 nights ago. Jasmine green tea, and in the gravy boat, left over ambrosia from Thanksgiving.
It is made in a 9x13 pan. The filling is not watery like other sorts of pot pies. After it comes out of the oven it has to rest for 15 minutes so it 'sets.'
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In the morning and early afternoon I swept, mopped and vacumned all the floors. That accomplishment always feels great and smells so good. I use Murphy's Oil Soap.
I need to publish a menu and a cleaning routine. One blogger said that it helps her do the same routine constantly--except for emergencies in a, sort of, self-imposed accountability.
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About stitching: I found this cuuuuuute blog. Go to her embroidery page...those wee people are adorable. I'll be doing one of those--or some faximily--on one of my aprons. http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/
I'll leave you with this thought: "Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips." Psa 141:2-3
In His hands, ^__^
Of course I 'doctored' the soup with 1 heaping T of 'jar' minced garlic and a whole bunch of black pepper, so it would be good for the stuffy nose...yeh, it works.
I've been reading Candy's blog about being organized, etc. http://myblessedhome.blogspot.com/ she has been a good inspiration. I've started a binder with categories that suit our family. I will go to her blog and browse the other ladies' binders to glean more ideas. My problem has been that, since I'm not used to making organized lists and blocks of lists, I start and in 2 or 3 days I'm back to my 'disorganized' routine. Someone said that it takes the brain approximately 28 days to 'reprogram' a new routine. Must concentrate...leave myself post-it notes...remember to go to the list. Now, that did it...right?
Have to take out the roast to thaw tonight so I can bake it tomorrow, also I'll have to make bread tomorrow or Friday, we're almost out. DH's co-workers love my bread and I get to sell a few loaves, every other week.
My recipe is the regular Bosch mixer recipe that I got from my dear friend, almost 12 years ago:
Start with 8 cups (of the best wheat from Marienthall, KS certified organic )
Mills into 12 cups
While milling the wheat, put 6 cups of warm water, 4 T of dry yeast (mine is from Sam's club 2lbs package) To this, add 1/2 cup of melted butter and 1/2 cup of local honey. Mix to blend these ingredients.
When the yeast 'proofs' add 1 T of sea or 'real' salt and the flour, about 2 cups at a time until the dough is ready. When the dough is tacky--not sticky--it is ready. Put the dough in a big pan, let it rise covered until double, punch down, let it rise until double again, punch down and cut it into 4 and form the loaves. Let them rise for 25 to 30 minutes [and not one minute more] and bake for 30 minutes at 350F (my oven is on the hot side, so it may take you longer)
In His hands, ^__^