A mad rush of stitching and snipping hit the homestead this weekend. Join me here to read all about it!
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
This week finds me stepping away from my office and into my garden- seeking the center I long for; the Lord I feel so distant from. I look forward to soil under my nails and earth beneath my feet. It is time to cut out new patterns and test a new recipe.. to return to the balancing nourishment I crave and find rest in the simple things.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
A day of ice, drizzle, and cold stirred with in me the need to bake something. Those who know me are well aware of the family rut- I have been baking the same chocolate chip cookies for over 20 years with no end in sight. My children have grown up with little variance to that; changing my pattern always made me feel as if I were cheating on the standard favorite.
While my challenge to the norm is rare, it seems over that past few years that another favorite has crept into the family. The farm boy has made his plight known- the chocolate chips are tradition, but a new competitor has risen. I introduce to you, the doodle, best known as the snicker doodle.
I have no idea where the longing came from, or where it was first introduced. My mother-in-law started making them regularly a few years back; I had made them many years ago... but where did the farm boy get such a craving for them? Who knows. Maybe this is a teenage rebellion? A stepping out into male dominance? Either way.. there is a new cookie in town.. and he aims to stay.
Farm Boy's Snicker Doodles
1/2 cup butter, softened
1/2 cup shortening
1 1/2 cup sugar
1 3/4 cups flour
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
*2 teaspoons each cinnamon & sugar for rolling cookies in
Heat the oven to 400 degrees. Sift together dry ingredients. Cream butter, shortening and sugar together before stirring in the eggs. Stir in dry ingredients until well incorporated. Shape by rounded teaspoons into balls, rolling them in the cinnamon/sugar mixture. Place on a parchment lined (or lightly greased) baking sheet 2" apart- they do spread. Bake 8-10 minutes or until set. I cool mine a few minutes before transferring them to a cooling rack.
You can store them in an airtight container with a slice of bread to keep them soft and chewy. We place ours in zip bags and freeze them.
Whatever the reason for this rising new favorite, there will never truly be a replacement for the standard chocolate chip cookie. Believe it or not, I made both today.. satisfying the cravings of both my hard working men and quieting my inner baking yearning.
Now, enough of this out of place ice storm nonsense- I'm ready for sunshine and gardening!
Monday, March 3, 2014
The canner simmered with jars of delicious jams, jellies, and sauces; I just couldn't resist some beautiful jars hissing and popping on the counter.
The coffee pot simmered, warm and ready to warm cold hands and soothe chilled bodies. I suppose coffee doesn't actually simmer, but you get the picture.
The soup pot simmered as hearty beef stew bubbled and boiled. Heaping bowls were accompanied by tasty corn muffins; perfect remedy for the howling wind haunting us.
The diffuser simmered with thieves blend, releasing a warm and soothing aroma into the air. Dry, cold wind gave great need for a bit of moisture in the house.
The tub simmered (well, again, use your imagination) with hot mineral bath; much needed after all the chores were finished tonight.
And so it seems the simmering ends- beneath layers of quilts we lay our heads, breathing in deep the fragrance of home. Tonight my prayers are lifted for the cold, the hungry, and the ones without shelter- may God's grace find them and bring them comfort and direction.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
These days I strive not to wear the reality to plainly on my face, however, some who know me find it there. One afternoon a friend and fellow mother of teenagers stopped by my office and asked- how do you get up every morning? A deep breath and heavy sigh preceded my hesitant answer- by the grace of God. The reality is, sometimes it is nearly impossible.
Hiding the truth is exhausting; facing it is no less wearing. Teen years are difficult and they don't end just because they hit 20. I have had to face the truth, because I had been lying to myself- despite my efforts I was ill prepared to face my children growing up, moving on, and making mistakes. My self deception has been difficult to face.
In reality, it is time to let it go and realize He is where I cannot be, working where I cannot see, reaching avenues of our hearts I will never know. Letting go does not mean there is no care, concern or love..it means I let it go from my hands to His. It means peace in my heart and the ability to move forward. I've been stuck in the pit of worry and denial long enough.
Tomorrow is a new day and I will face it one moment at a time. I will move on and embrace this new season. I will blog even if no one reads it. I will quilt, and create.. I will teach and learn despite the opposition. I will lay my head down in prayer and wake up with it every morning. That is how.