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Once again Miss Serenity has hunting boasting rights. She is our most faithful hunter (she LOVES it) and has been rewarded with a buck that is even bigger than last years catch.
This year Serenity hunted in an open field with no discernable cover. In order to get into the field before the deer came up the draw, Serenity borrowed Sir Knight's ghillie suit and SSG and staked out her little plot of land just before evening overtook the daylight.
First, the doe's ventured into the field, grazing while their ears twitched, alert for possible danger. Satisfied that there was no immediate threat, a buck gracefully trotted to join his harem. Two hundred yards away, Miss Serenity followed the buck in her site. Adjusting the windage, she slowed her breathing, set the first trigger and then gently squeezed the second trigger. Two ragged steps and a somersault later her trophy lay on the ground.
Within minutes, Serenity had called home and Sir Knight, Master Hand Grenade and the two little children were by her side, preparing to gut her kill and haul him home (she shot him just across the road from the shouse). An hour later, he had been gutted, skinned and hung in our shed.
As evening fell on Little Shouse on the Prairie, Miss Serenity regaled us with her newly minted hunting stories and we thanked God for His wonderful bounty.
This cake requires no dairy - butter or milk - and is leavened not by eggs but by vinegar and baking soda (I know - vinegar in a cake!). The result is a moist cake that is perfect alone, sprinkled with powdered sugar or frosted. Our favorite way to serve this cake is warm from the oven with a scoop of vanilla ice cream!!
Rubber cake is not the least bit crumbly so it is perfect for the lunchbox as well as afternoon tea. Another benefit? It is mixed and baked in the same pan - no other bowls to get dirty! Because it requires no fresh ingredients, Rubber cake is the Quintessential Survival Cake.
1 1/2 C flour
1 C sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
3 T cocoa powder
1 tsp. baking soda
Sift together above ingredients into a 9" cake pan (or double the recipe and use a 9"x13" cake pan). The pan does not have to be greased or floured.
Make 3 wells in the mixture.
Put the following in the separate wells;
6 T vegetable oil in one well
1 T vinegar in one well (I use white vinegar)
1 tsp. vanilla in one well
Pour 1 C of water over the top and mix well.
Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Serve warm with ice cream or whipped cream.
Serve cold with white, caramel or chocolate frosting.
|Filling the wells|
|One overflowed a bit!|
|All mixed together|
|Just out of the oven|
|A lovely way to end the day!|
Recently Maid Elizabeth came across a recipe for oven-fried chicken, thought it looked fabulous and asked me to work it into our dinner menu rotation. She, along with Master Hand Grenade, had been craving fried chicken for awhile but knew that it was like pulling teeth to get me to make it for dinner. Although I like fried chicken (minus the grease) I don't like making it - so fried chicken is a once a year (at the most) rarity at our house. Elizabeth's oven-fried recipe looked remarkably good, and easy, so I put it on the menu and eagerly anticipated giving it a try.
Since our first oven-fried chicken experiment, we have had it every other week - without fail! It is that good! We love it piping hot, fresh out of the oven, and we love it cold the next day (or later, after dinner has been digested) for lunch. It is crunchy and tasty and not the least bit greasy (which I really like). Best of all? It's relatively quick and very easy.
Generally I just cut up chicken breast to make this dish, however that is pretty decadent. I think that a cut-up fryer would work equally well - I would just bake it a bit longer.
We love this chicken with mounds of fluffy mashed potatoes and chicken gravy, but it would be just as wonderful with potato salad or whatever suits your fancy.
Fantastic Oven-Fried Chicken
4 or 5 Chicken breasts (I cut each breast into about 3 pieces)
10 T butter
2 C flour
1 tsp. salt
2 T seasoning salt
1 tsp. pepper
1 T + 1 tsp. paprika
3 eggs + a splash of milk
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Place the butter (cut into chunks) on two large baking sheets and put into the oven to melt.
In a bowl combine the flour, salt, seasoning salt, pepper and paprika. Mix well. Measure 1/2 of the mixture into a plastic bag, leaving the other 1/2 in the bowl. (You can forgo the plain salt if desired).
In a separate bowl whisk eggs and milk.
Put the strips of chicken into the plastic bag with the flour mixture and shake until well coated.
One at a time, roll a coated piece of chicken in the egg mixture, roll in the flour mixture in the bowl (this will coat the chicken twice) and place on a cookie sheet. Continue with all of the chicken pieces.
Take your baking sheets out of the oven once the butter has melted and transfer the coated chicken to the baking sheets, leaving space between each piece. Bake 10 to 12 minutes. Gently flip each piece and bake for another 10 to 12 minutes.
Check to make sure the chicken is cooked through (this can vary depending on the thickness of the chicken pieces) and bake another 5 to 10 minutes, if needed (don't over bake - the chicken will dry out).
Removed to a plate lined with newspaper or a paper towel to soak up any excess grease. Serve immediately.
|Butter on the baking sheet|
|Chicken cut into large chunks|
|Two bowls, one with egg and the other with breading|
|A bag of breading to coat chicken the first time|
|Place coated chicken on hot baking sheet with melted butter|
|(oven) Fried chicken!|
This morning I read a news article about a Marine father that had been banned from his daughter's school because of a ruckus he'd caused about a school assignment. Apparently, a history assignment was given requiring the students to list the benefits of Islam. The father had a visceral reaction to this particular assignment and strongly stated his case with school officials. The result was the fathers banishment from the school grounds.
My first reaction was disgust but then, I started thinking about it. Within minutes, I was doing the assignment in my head. The more I thought, the more benefits I came up with. Here are a few....
The Benefits of Islam
- Economic. Islam benefits the economic structure in so many ways. When a terrorist bomb explodes, hundreds of economic entities go work. Police and Rapid Response Teams flood the area. Paramedics and EMT's respond. ER rooms go into overdrive and funeral homes experience a boom in business. Once the dust has settled, municipalities, insurance companies and contractors go to work. The economic impact in the area can go on for months. Reconstruction, heightened security and PSTD treatment can last for years - adding even more of a financial windfall.
- Education. If you want smaller class sizes and streamlined education - Islam is your religion. When you educate boys only, effectively eliminating roughly 1/2 of your student burden, you have the ability to work closely with each individual student. Because you only teach a few core subjects - the Koran, Jihad and a few other choice electives, you have the ability to study your subject matter in depth, producing exceptionally dedicated, knowledgeable scholars.
- Political. The benefits of Islam in the political arena are myriad. By doing away with pesky freedoms, both of speech and action, you simplify the political process significantly. Swift elimination of political opponents, specifically by beheading, streamlines the political process and most often brings about a calming sense of continuity to the voting public.
- Military/Defense. This is one area where Islamic nations really shine. Their countries benefit immensely from the non-structured yet mandatory implementation of aggressive para-military organizations. Not only do they recruit from within the borders of their own countries, they effectively recruit members from all over the globe. With the promise of eternal glory, their fighters are arguably the most dedicated in the world.
- Environmental. Islam is very environmentally conscious. Rather than developing carbon fuel based guidance and delivery systems for their rockets and bombs, they use the much more environmentally friendly camel and donkey delivery systems. In some cases, they use simple rocks (completely biodegradable) instead of manufactured munitions in their bid to protect mother nature. And when using a more sophisticated delivery system (usually in the form of a Toyota pickup or Landcruiser), they make sure to use the most fuel efficient model. Another aspect of environmentalism that is unique to Islamic nations is their fervent adherence to population control. In an effort to keep their numbers down, their women are stoned at the first hint of an indiscretion and their children are regularly sacrificed to their cause. Such a dedicated approach to saving the earth is rarely seen in the modern world.
- Social. The social benefits of Islam are too numerous to mention. In their quest to reduce envy, covetousness and lust, they have established a proven system of dress and manner that greatly benefits society at large. Covering their women from head to toe and not allowing them to speak in public has produced a contented, joyful female population. The men are equally happy, as evidenced by their quiet lives and tender reverence for their families. All is well in the Islamic world.
Would I get a good grade on my paper?
Human nature is a funny thing. We seem to live in a constant state of comparison. We compare every aspect of our lives with others, either feeling superior or inferior, depending the circumstances. We compare our spouses, our children and ourselves. We compare our clothes, our cars and our fences. We compare ourselves with our friends, with people on television, in magazines and we even compare ourselves with fictional characters. And more often than not, we don't measure up.
I'm sure that people have measured their lives by the perceived successes and failures of their neighbors since mankind populated the earth - but our modern technological age has created a plague of discontent that is eroding the soul of our nation.
I have never indulged in social media. I don't have a Facebook account or Twitter (I'm still not sure what that is) or Instagram or any other social interactive site, and I haven't missed them at all. Over the years I have had friends tell me that I just had to sign up, however, I have a couple of serious problems with our social media culture. The first issue I have is that you can be anybody you want to be on the internet! There is no accountability, no truth. People only post what they want you to see. You see the successes only - rarely the failures. You see those few shining moments when a persons life measures up to their own standards of success. You are inundated with EVERYONE's success and pretty soon you can see nothing but your own failures.
And we wonder why we are nation depressed!
When I blog, I share snippets out of our lives. You get to hear about Master Hand Grenade getting his first job and Miss Serenity dropping a buck with 1 shot. You hear about Maid Elizabeth delivering babies and Princess Dragon Snack riding her first motorcycle. You see pictures of Master Calvin decked out in his "Gentleman Adventurer" gear and Sir Knight testing tactical equipment. You read accounts of lessons learned and prayers answered. But there is so much I don't write. I don't write about children with bad attitudes or baking projects that end up feeding the dogs. You don't read about marital difficulties between Sir Knight and I or the bitter disappointments that seem to visit our home with reliable frequency. You don't see the mess or the failures or the really rotten parts of life that I would be loathe to share. You don't see the messy stuff.
I only show you what I want you to know.
But there is another reason I'm not a part of the social media frenzy. Quite frankly, I don't want to be a busybody. For a while I "spied" on people via Maid Elizabeth's Facebook account. I would check on them every week or so, just to see what they were up to. Maid Elizabeth didn't have many "friends", but I found that often they would post things on their account that I would not have known any other way. But then, as I was wandering through Elizabeth's "news feed" one day, I suddenly realized that I was like the "busybody" that the Bible talks about! I was checking in on other people's lives, reading all of their gossip, when I would be much better served by taking care of my own life!
I think blogs, Pinterest and a whole lot of other sites on the world wide web can be wonderful - if they are used with discretion. There are so many things to learn and so much encouragement waiting for us online, but we have to be discerning. Remember, behind every website is a real, live, human being that isn't perfect. Their spouse isn't perfect, their kids aren't perfect and their house isn't perfect. They don't have the "perfect" survival location, the "perfect" survival plan or the "perfect" survival skills. They have good days and they have bad days. Whatever you do, don't look at the lives people present online and assume that your life is in the toilet! We are all in this boat together - success, failure and everything in between.
Believe it or not, the world is not populated by people that have a perfectly decorated, spotlessly clean home, as they cook organic, homemade meals, while raising 8 impossibly polite children and being the quintessential Proverbs 31 woman (oh, and the perfect wife, of course!). It is filled with people just. like. you.
Welcome to my reality. Imperfect. Messy. Just right!
About the photo -- A snapshot of our imperfect life. The window is broken (an accident two years ago). There are little buggy's, dead, between the two panes. The window can't be cleaned (the dirt is between the two panes) and we can barely see through it. Such is life! Someday....
When my children were smaller, one of their favorite poems was "Animal Crackers and Cocoa to Drink". Every once in a while, on a blustery day, I would give the children their own box of animal crackers, stir up a pot of cocoa and we would play games in front of the wood cookstove. There could be nothing cozier than a cup of cocoa and a crunchy, sweet cracker to warm your soul on a late fall afternoon!
Today, I was out of animal crackers (we don't buy them very often) but the cookstove was singing it's siren song and the children and I couldn't resist a game of Yatzee while sipping on cocoa. Being out of animal crackers, I decided to substitute homemade Honey Graham Crackers. They take only minutes to put together and are worth every minute. These crackers can be slightly soft (like a cookie) or crispier (like a cracker), depending on how long you bake them. They are perfect if you don't have much in the pantry because they only require basic pantry staples - other than the butter, which can be easily substituted with shortening. These graham crackers are full of flavor and good-for-you ingredients. I highly suggest baking a batch today!
Honey Graham Crackers
1 C whole wheat flour
1 1/2 C all purpose flour
1/2 C dark brown sugar (packed) can use light brown sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 C butter, chilled (or shortening)
1/4 C honey
1/4 C water
1 tsp. vanilla
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.
Combine the wheat flour, all-purpose flour, brown sugar, salt, cinnamon and baking soda. Cut in butter (or shortening) with a pastry cutter (or you can use a food processor for this part) until the mixture resembles a course meal. Add the honey, water and vanilla. Stir until blended. Stir with your hands until the mixture becomes a softened, cohesive dough.
Putting the dough on a lightly floured surface, roll to 1/4 inch thick and cut with cookie cutters (or cut like crackers). I used a fork to prick each cracker, although this step is not required.
Place on cookie sheets and bake for 15 minutes.
I gave a couple of these crackers to our mail lady (fresh from the oven) and she said she had just seen a recipe for graham crackers but thought "who on earth would make their own graham crackers!". So, I guess now she knows!
And for all you romantics out there, our favorite "Animal Crackers"...
|Graham Crackers go with tea as well as cocoa!|
A few years ago I visited a friend whom I hadn't seen in a long time. As we visited and I was given a tour through her home, I noticed her teenaged son sitting quietly in a corner of the room. His mother introduced him to me and without looking up he mumbled his hello. Another friend and my mother had accompanied me on this excursion and my mother, noticing the quiet young man, attempted to engage him in conversation. Her attempts were met with downcast eyes and mumbled, one-word answers. This young man was not indifferent or rude, rather he was painfully shy.
As I sat visiting with his mother, I asked about her son. She told me that his grades were excellent but he that he had a visceral reaction to school because he was so badly bullied. He also suffered from severe headaches (due to the constant downward slant of his head, which was his method of avoiding eye contact). It was the mother's opinion that her son would grow out of his shyness and everything would be fine.
I have to admit, I was rather shocked. Never in my life had I met ANYONE with that degree of "shyness". He was so withdrawn that he was, without a doubt, handicapped. My heart ached for this young man. His pain in attempting to interact with other human beings was almost palpable. It broke my heart.
Waving as we drove off, I looked at my mom, aghast, and said "Mom, that isn't O.K. That boy is 15 years old and cannot look another person in the eye (including his mother), much less hold a conversation - something must be done!". From the back seat, the friend that had accompanied us on our visit piped up. "Enola, he'll be fine, there are a lot of socially awkward guys that work on computers and make a lot of money - just leave the poor kid alone". I was stunned. This was a mother - couldn't she see what would happen to this young man if his family didn't help him through this difficulty? He would never be able to function in society without the ability to communicate. How his parents dealt with the situation now would determine the future for this young man - and it would determine if he would contribute to society or if he would drain society of its resources. This was a matter of consequence!
The brief visit with my old friend brought the challenges of parenthood into perfect clarity. In our desire to love and accept our children as they are, we often handicap our children for life. Somewhere along the line we forgot that love doesn't necessarily mean acceptance. When we love our children we see them clearly, honestly. We walk beside them as they struggle to mature and sometimes, oftentimes, we push them past their comfort zone. We see how their behavior will affect their future and we take the necessary steps to correct their path - even when those steps are painful.
I have watched my children struggle. I have been tough on them. I have drug them past their comfort zones kicking and screaming. But I have done all of these things because I love them. I want them to succeed. I want them to be capable, to be able, to contribute. I want them to walk through the hard stuff now, when I am able to encourage them and walk beside them, rather than waiting for them to learn their lessons in a cold, uncaring, unforgiving world.
I think we confuse the meaning of the word love. Love doesn't mean blindly accepting bad behavior, or behavior that will prove detrimental. Love means disciplining your children when they're naughty, because if you don't, people won't like them. Love means requiring your children to finish what they started because it will teach them to persevere. Love means giving your children the gift of consequences, whether for good behavior or bad. Love means knowing your children, acknowledging their shortcomings and being willing to do what is necessary to see them through to the other side.
We live in a world that has mistaken love for acceptance. They are not the same thing. In fact, acceptance can be on of the most unloving act any parent can commit. How we love our children truly is a matter of consequence.
There are things in life that irritate me. Often, they're not huge, earth-shattering situations, rather just small, constant, wearing irritations. And it's the small, constant, wearing irritations that bring people to their breaking point.
Last week, I was irritated past the point of reason and was on the verge of becoming unreasonable. I wanted to throw a temper tantrum and make sure that everyone around me knew of my displeasure. Instead, I sat there and stewed (getting more irritated by the minute). While I silently fumed, my fingers brushed the pearls that encircled my neck. As I fingered the satiny smooth pearls and wondered at their magnificence, I realized that they owed their precious beauty to a tiny, almost imperceptible irritation.
I unclasped the necklace and held the pearls in my hands. A tiny grain of sand, a parasite or even a sliver of shell had deposited itself in the innermost part of each oyster that had produced these pearls. Normally, the oyster would have spit the invader out, but for each one of these beautiful pearls, that had proven impossible. As a result, the sand had rubbed the inside of each oyster and the oysters had responded by coating the sand in a lustrous coating, soothing itself while transforming the irritant. Month after month, in the unseen darkness of the oyster's secret places, that grain of sand, that constant irritant, produced a glorious gem of untold worth. What each oyster would have rejected as unwanted - irritating, had, in reality, produced in it something far more valuable than itself.
I am guilty. I often resent struggles and irritations. I try to avoid them rather than allow them to change me, to polish me.
As I gazed at my Great-Grandmother's pearls, I realized that I wanted my life to produce pearls of great worth, even if that meant embracing the irritants that life always seems bring in abundance.
One particularly challenging aspect of being non-electric is the need for refrigeration. When we first moved into Little Shouse on the Prairie we were completely non-electric. No. Power. Anywhere. I had a milk cow, which resulted in fresh cheese and butter and yogurt, and nowhere to keep any of it cool. The cheese and butter were somewhat forgiving but the milk was not. If I couldn't cool the milk in a relatively short amount of time, and keep it cool, I ended up with a curdled mass that was only fit for animal use. Desperate for a solution, Sir Knight and I bought a heavily insulated cooler and filled it with blocks of ice. Although better than nothing, the cooler was a sad substitute for a real refrigerator.
Within a few weeks of moving in, we had a large propane tank installed and plumbed to the Shouse. Originally we had intended on using the propane only for our range. Quickly, however, we realized that we needed another solution for refrigeration.
Our original propane stove was an enameled Wedgewood from the 1950's. It was the gem of my kitchen! At the same yard sale that we had purchased the stove, we stumbled across a 1950's model Servel propane refrigerator. For a few hundred dollars, we bought the stove and the refrigerator. My initial thought was that we could use the propane stove only when we really needed it, but we couldn't turn the refrigerator off if we weren't using it, so not wanting to waste propane, we didn't hook up the refrigerator.
More than a few gallons of spoiled milk, blocks of ruined cheese and pounds of rotten meat later, we finally gave in and lit the propane refrigerator. Oh, it was heavenly! Although rather small for a refrigerator, the Servel was huge compared to a cooler. No longer did I have to fish wet packages, bags and bottles from the bottom of a swampy cooler! Now I could keep gallons of milk ice cold, leftovers fresh and I even had a small freezer for ice cube trays. Wow! What a difference a tiny blue flame could make!
Over time, I found that I absolutely loved our propane refrigerator. It was small, but efficient. In the whole scope of things, it used relatively little propane and made our lives so much easier. But, out of all of the reasons to love the Servel, silence was at the top of my list. Really! Propane refrigerators are completely silent. They don't cycle off and on. The flame just burns silently, steadily, providing continuous, silent refrigeration. Oh how I loved that little workhorse.
One morning, after using the Servel for about 6 years, I awoke to a warming refrigerator. Laying on the floor to inspect the burner, I quickly discovered that the flame had gone out. Sir Knight re-lit our refrigerator and it continued on as before - for about 2 weeks. Again, a pool of water on the kitchen floor indicated the burner has gone out. Sir Knight surveyed the situation and discovered that the burner had burned out. Calling a propane refrigerator repair center, I was quickly informed that the older model Servel that we owned had been part of a lawsuit (the burners quit working after over 50 years and a number of people had died of carbon monoxide poisoning in their cabins) and there were no replacement parts available. We were sadly reduced to the cooler once again.
Shortly after our propane refrigerator quit working, we helped a friend move his entire household. A week later, a pick-up came rumbling up our driveway bearing a gift from the friend that had moved - an older model Sunfrost refrigerator, specially designed for off-grid use. The Sunfrost was electric, however, it was designed with the alternative energy household in mind. Our refrigerator was large, with two compressors - one for the freezer and one for the refrigerator. It was short and wide, making the refrigerator inconvenient, however Sir Knight remedied that problem by building a sturdy box for the refrigerator to sit upon. Now, not only was the Sunfrost at a convenient height, but the box also provided extra kitchen storage!
I had a love/hate relationship with the Sunfrost refrigerator. It was huge, but had only three awkward glass shelves in each section. The shelves were positioned so that it was difficult to fit anything into the refrigerator except into the voluminous middle shelf. The refrigerator was so deep that I was constantly digging everything out to get to items in the back. It was nothing short of frustrating. Along with the poor organizational qualities, we found that our Sunfrost didn't work particularly well. The refrigerator froze everything that migrated to the back and the freezer refused to freeze anything other than ice cubes. While researching our refrigeration issues, Sir Knight discovered that Sunfrost tested their refrigerators differently than industry standards for a "regular" refrigerator. Sunfrost tested their refrigerator efficiency at significantly higher temperatures than their Energy Star counterparts. What this meant for us was that our refrigerator required much more energy than advertised. We turned our refrigerator down, trying to keep things cooler, causing the compressors to cycle off and on more frequently and still not achieving the cooling that we desired! On top of that, the fridge was not frost free. The entire top and back of the fridge would turn into solid chunks of ice, all while not freezing anything in the freezer!
After eight years of no popsicles, no ice cream and forgotten left-overs, we made the jump. For my birthday this year, Sir Knight bought me a used, Energy Star Amana refrigerator to replace the cursed Sunfrost. I was so excited! My "new" fridge had drawers, shelves and cubbies everywhere. It was a simple refrigerator with the fridge on top and the freezer on the bottom. The evening we brought it home, I anxiously waited to see how it would respond to the modified square waves of our off-grid system. I wasn't sure if the surge (when it came on) would be too much for our inverter, or if it would use a ton more power. I wanted to have a "real" refrigerator so badly that I was constantly checking the Tri-metric (volt meter) to see if it was going to be viable.
As soon as we plugged the fridge in, it cycled on. Really, it only used a little bit more power during the surge than our Sunfrost (our Sunfrost surge was about 12 amps and the Amana topped out at 15 amps). But, the really cool thing was that when the fridge was running it used less electricty (about 6 amps versus the Sunfrost's 8 amps) than our old refrigerator! Less! And, as icing on the cake - the Amana Energy Star refrigerator could freeze anything - hard, and it was frost free!
Suffering for eight years with a substandard refrigerator was ridiculous! We had read one too many solar articles, listened to one too many experts and based our decisions on faulty information. We couldn't be happier with a plain old Energy Star refrigerator, despite what the "experts" say.
All in all, my favorite fridge was the propane Servel. It had drawbacks (tiny freezer and small fridge) but I LOVED it's silent operation (and it was pretty cute!). But, if I had to do it all again, I would definitely choose a plain jane Energy Star refrigerator. When we had no alternative energy, the Servel was the only way to go, but with solar panels, the Amana is wonderful. It runs flawlessly, keeps cold things cold and frozen things frozen. It is convenient, easily organized and just plain awesome. Sometimes I walk into my kitchen and think "where have you been all my life" (I know, sad isn't it?).
If you are just starting your off-grid adventure and you have a reliable alternative energy system, I would highly encourage you to buy a simple Energy Star refrigerator rather than an expensive "off-grid" fridge. Although a DC Sunfrost might be worth the investment, we found that our AC model certainly wasn't. In the worst case scenario, a root cellar would still be the best off-grid cooler, but if you can get your off-grid system set up now, an Energy Star refrigerator is your best bet.
The equality of men. That ideal was the hallmark of America. It was spoken of in hushed tones across Europe and lured men from every corner of the world. The promise of equality caused men to quit their meager comforts and embark on a journey that could easily cost them their lives. To be considered an "equal", to own property, to help make laws, to be limited only by their own willingness to work hard - for such a life as this, men were willing to risk everything. And they did.
The people that built America came from all backgrounds and walks of life - but the majority had one thing in common - their lot in life. They had a station and were unable to change it regardless of hard work or circumstances. The people in positions of power ruled those beneath them, some kindly and some cruelly, but the separation between those in power and those without power was absolute and complete. The peasant, the regular Joe, was at the mercy of his better. There was no recourse, no redress. America promised an evening of the playing field. Here, you could be whatever you wanted to be - you were ruled by your peers, not your masters. But it went even further than that. In America, any man could become a lawmaker. They could determine the law for their fellow man and then live under the laws they created. The founders of our country created a government of the people, by the people and for the people. Just the utterance of the word "America" brought hope to the masses. The downtrodden sought equality and found it in the arms of America.
Slowly, insidiously, our culture has shifted. Almost imperceptibly we have allowed ourselves to transfer power from the people to the state. As we slept, cocooned in our comfort and safety, our self-government has slipped away and been replaced by an unforgiving master - The State. No longer do we live in a land of equality, but a land of "Them" and "Us".
To illustrate a tiny microcosm of this paradigm shift, read the following excerpt from a local paper:
Excerpts from scanner recordings made by Bill Gillam, of Arlington, Washington, on U.S. Highway 2/97 between Cashmere and Wenatcheee, where the speed limit is 60 mph;
Patrol trooper: "Yeah, it's another officer."
Patrol pilot in airplane: "That's a pretty good one."
Trooper: "Yeah, I had, uh, 86 on that one."
Pilot: There's a car doing 73, just pushed traffic out of the way so its got open road again inside a mile to you."
Trooper: "That 75 ain't ours, Chris, looks like it had a light bar on it."
Pilot: "Did I miss a memo today?"
Trooper: "There's a DRE (drug recognition conference) conference in Chelan tody that starts at noon."
Pilot: "Ahh, OK."
Pilot: "I got a pair coming but I'm not super optimistic about 'em, if ya know what I mean. I'll hold off on the speeds until you guys can check them out, just in case. It's a white SUV, followed by a gray car."
Trooper: "Yes, they're going to the conference."
Pilot: "All right."
Pilot: "I don't know if it matter or not but all the ones I'm calling the speeds at have been over 80."
Trooper: "They will make a little announcement at the conference."
Pilot: "Yeah, that'd be good. I mean, I understand you don't want to be late but that's a little too much."
Pilot: "A motorcycle made an unsafe lane change."
Trooper: "Seventy-two with an unsafe lane change. He cut the black car off. So 78 was the high. You're not going to believe where the motorcycle's going."
Pilot: "Let me guess - the DRE conference."
(At end of video)
Pilot: "Sorry we couldn't get more."
Trooper: (laughing) "We got plenty."
Pilot: "There will just be one more page in the reg manual.:
As I said, this is just a tiny illustration. We have allowed so many usurpations of our rights as free men that it would be impossible to recapture them. We have allowed a President to remain in office that doesn't agree with the Constitution, therefore he doesn't enforce it. We have allowed our Representatives to implement a (mandated) health care system that they have exempted themselves from. We have allowed law enforcement officers to disregard the law for themselves and only impose it on "civilians" (that means you and me). We have replaced the equality of a government of the people with a glorified caste system and now we are enjoying all of the accompanying atrocities.
It's time to make the State aware that we, the People are the true and rightful heirs. This is OUR land - not theirs. Stand up and be counted. Our founders made sacrifices for this land, are you willing to do the same?
Reading the daily news headlines, I often wonder "How". How did Americans become a people I hardly recognize? How did we become a people willing to sacrifice our rugged independence for the unrealized (and quite frankly, impossible) promise of safety? How did we become a subservient people, willing to comply with laws that rob of us the very freedom of our souls? How did our once proud countrymen become willing slaves to a tyrannical "King". How did these things come to pass? In one word - Rebellion. We have reaped what we have sown. We have obtained the desires of our hearts. The harvest is now ripe, and more abundant than we could have possibly imagined.
America has chosen to follow a "King" rather than God. In our desire to conform to the standards set by other nations, we have sacrificed everything that made our country great. And, had we had the eyes to see and the ears to hear, we would have known what was coming....
As most of you know, one of my great joys is preparing my home for the winter. I love to pull things together for the winter and make everything cozy. I dress the garage door with drop cloths and curtains, switch out the tablecloths and prepare the oil lanterns. In short - I nest. And here, my friends, is a little peek into the Shouse....
Until next time,
|I use dry erase markers on an old window to write a new proverb every week|
|Master Hand Grenade and I cut galvanized metal and made a wall in the loft-|
I LOVE IT!
|We left a portion of the loft open - I hung another antique window|
that had the panes painted in chalkboard paint, to add a bit
of privacy upstairs. In the three panes I wrote
|My favorite corner in our bedroom|
|Dressed for winter|
|I used an old tank cartridge box to create a centerpiece for the table (it's more red than pink)|
I can't believe it's October! Why? Because our days are warm and sunny and there isn't a hint of that nippy autumn air that I so love. With such warm days I haven't felt compelled to do much baking but yesterday the girls and I wanted a little something to accompany our afternoon tea. The pumpkin scone recipe I recently came across looked like it was just the thing, however, it only used 1/2 cup of pumpkin so I scoured my other recipes to see what I could bake with the rest of the pumpkin in the jar. Oh, did I come up with something wonderful! Texas pecan cake. Umm.
If you are hankering for a taste of fall, these recipes will fill the bill. Enjoy!
2 1/2 C flour
6 T sugar
1 T baking powder
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. cloves
1/4 tsp. ginger
1/2 C butter, cold, cut into chunks
1/2 C pumpkin puree (or other winter squash)
3 T heavy cream (or milk)
1 tsp. vanilla
1 C powdered sugar
2 T milk
Pumpkin Spiced Glaze
1 C powdered sugar
2 T milk
1/4 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. nutmeg
Preheat your oven to 400 degrees.
For the Scones: In a medium bowl combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger. Cut in butter (with a pastry cutter). Add the pumpkin, cream, egg and vanilla. Stir just until a soft dough forms. Knead 4 or 5 times or until the dough comes together well.
Pat the dough until it is about 1 inch thick. (I pat it in a circle). Cut wedges in the size of your preference.
Place scones on a baking sheet and bake for 14 to 18 minutes or until done. Allow to cool on a wire rack.
For the Glaze: Stir the ingredients for the Thick Glaze together until smooth. Spread over cooled scones and allow to set for about 10 minutes. Stir together the ingredients for the spiced glaze and drizzle over cooled and frosted scones.
Texas Pecan Cake
1 C butter, softened
2 C sugar
1 1/2 C butternut squash, pureed (I used pumpkin)
3 tsp. vanilla extract
3 C flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 grated coconut
1/2 pecans, chopped
1/4 C butter
1/2 C pecans, chopped
1 C brown sugar
1/4 C cream, plus a glug (about 1 T)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a Bundt pan.
For the Cake: Cream together the butter and sugar. Add the eggs beating well after each addition. Add the squash (or pumpkin) and mix well. Stir in the vanilla. Add the flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt and mix well. Fold in the coconut and pecans. Spoon into the prepared pan and bake for 50 or 60 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Allow to cool in the pan for 15 minutes then turn out onto a cake platter.
For the Glaze: Melt the butter over medium heat. Add the pecans and stir for 1 minute. Add the brown sugar and cream and bring to a boil. After glaze comes to a roiling boil stir constantly for 2 minutes. Take off heat. Allow to cool then drizzle glaze over cooled cake.
NOTE: I like this cake best without the glaze! Just slice in small pieces and butter - out of this world!
As a mother, my job is always changing. What my children need from me as infants changes when they are toddlers. My toddlers needs are different from my little kids needs and my little kids needs are different from my teenagers. What has surprised me the most are what my adult children need.
When my children were little my job as mother was all consuming. They needed me for everything. I fed them, I taught them and I discipled them. I read stories to them and prayed with them and tucked them into bed. I thought they would be little forever and that I would spend the rest of my days wiping noses and drying tears. Suddenly, they were big. As their world began to expand, I became their touchstone, their sounding board. Their questions began to get "bigger" and their observations more discerning. They didn't need my constant physical attention, however they needed much more of my emotional energy. They needed me to see them and hear them - not what they seemed to be on the outside, but who they really were, on the inside. They needed me to encourage them and to chastise them. They needed me to constantly turn their hearts back to the Way.
And now I have grown children. Maid Elizabeth and I are close - we talk about everything - hopes, dreams, disappointments. We share our laughter as easily as we share our tears. Master Hand Grenade, however, has taken me by surprise. He has taught me so much about being a mother. Master Hand Grenade has taught me that young men need a woman in their life. He seeks me out to talk about life's challenges and disappointments. He wants my opinion about the qualities to look for in a wife. He wants to know what I think about the music that he likes and the movies he watches. Sometimes, he doesn't want my opinion at all - he just wants to talk, to vent, to connect.
And Master Hand Grenade is not alone. Most of the young men I know, whether the sons of friends or the checkers at the grocery store, want the input, the encouragement of a woman. A few weeks ago as Miss Serenity and I were checking out at the grocery store, the young checker (he was about 24) began talking. He told me that this is not were he thought he would be at this point in his life. He said that he had gone to school and had hoped he would be a mechanic somewhere but he hadn't been able to get a job. He said he had talked to the manager at the mechanics shop across the road, but he hadn't gotten back to him. I asked him if he has a resume (which he didn't) and encouraged him to make one. I told him to visit the shop about once a week and enquire about a job (that would let them know that he was serious). I told him to make sure that he did the best job he could while working at the grocery store so that his employers could give him the very best recommendation. That young man spent about 15 minutes talking - about his life, his future, his dreams.
Miss Serenity was a little put out. "You are my Mom, not his!" She stated rather vehemently. "He can't have you!". In that moment, I understood Master Hand Grenade a little bit better. As a young man, he needed feminine input, counsel - just as the checker in the grocery store had. He needed a mother. I've found that my job doesn't stop when my children are grown - it's just getting started.
As I pondered the relationship between young adult men and their mothers, I thought of King Lemuel and the prophecy of his mother. When King Lemuel was young (probably about Master Hand Grenade's age) his mother spoke into his life. She gave of her wisdom to encourage and direct her son. Mothers, let us continue in our feminine duty and strengthen and encourage all of the men God has given us.
This is how I will instruct my son - as King Lemuel's mother instructed him....
September marked the 14th anniversary of our family's move to "Little Shouse on the Prairie". A lifetime has been lived in these last 14 years.
When we moved here, I was 31 years old. Sir Knight and I had three children - Maid Elizabeth, 11, Master Hand Grenade, 4, and Miss Serenity, 1. Never would I have guessed that by the time I was 45 we would still be living in a shop in the middle of a prairie. I couldn't have known that our family would swell to 7 and that our children's fondest memories would be of oil lamps, generators, solar panels, outhouses, canned meat and afternoon tea in front of the wood cookstove.
When Sir Knight and I embarked on this great adventure, we had visions of a huge garden, a barn full of stock and a cozy house keeping the prairie winds at bay. That vision never materialized. Instead, life happened. When we weren't looking, Maid Elizabeth grew up. Master Hand Grenade became a man and Miss Serenity became my right hand and an accomplished young woman. Princess Dragon Snack was a gift that added mirth and joy to our family and Master Calvin brought with him blessings untold. Our adventure is beautiful - but it is not at all like the vision that I thought was our future.
When we moved into Little Shouse on the Prairie, we became pioneers. We did everything the hard way. We had no running water, no electricity and no bathroom facilities. The first night we spent in the shop was sobering. We had made our move on a wish and a prayer and now the reality of our lives came into sharp focus. It was 17 degrees and we had no heat (we hadn't run our stove pipe through the roof yet), no way to cook, a cow to milk and a baby to care for - along with a four year old that had a hard time walking and an eleven year old that wanted to help but wasn't prepared for pioneer life. I cried - a lot.
After three weeks of feeling sorry for myself, I had a heart to heart talk with God. He reminded me that His mercies were new every morning and that I came from good pioneer stock. As long as I kept my eyes on Him, He would give me all of the strength that I needed. I straightened my back, squared my shoulders and went to work.
First things first. We came up with a system for household water. Filling a 7 gallon barrel with water from the neighbor (I made sure to use the one that Sir Knight had fitted with a spigot), we hefted it on to the industrial racking in my kitchen. Instantly, with the flip of the spigot, I had running water in my kitchen. The next order of business was creating a somewhat functional bathroom. Although we had plumbing in place for a toilet, we had no running water or a septic system. Our short-term facilities consisted of a camp toilet that used plastic bags for waste, strategically placed behind a few barrels in our shed. The camp toilet was rickety and the shed did little to lessen the forceful blasts of wind sweeping across the prairie. I didn't like using the bathroom, so potty training was definitely out of the question! Surveying our options, I decided on the closest thing to indoor plumbing I could come up with - a real toilet. Throwing away the camp toilet base and securing the seat (plastic bags and all) to our "real" toilet (currently sitting on our bathroom floor) we had makeshift indoor facilities. I positioned the toilet behind a screen room divider and suddenly we had at least a modicum of privacy, and non-breezy privacy at that!
Due to the early cold weather, my dad cleared his schedule and came up to help Sir Knight install stove pipe so that we could hook up our wood cookstove to heat our shouse (and our water and our food!). As winter closed in we drew close, knowing one another as only quiet conversation and complete silence will allow. While the wind howled outside (shaking our very roof), we sipped hot cocoa and read aloud by oil lamp. Our kitchen became the center of our home. Heated by the cookstove, it embodied everything a home should be - warm, embracing, welcoming. In that small room our pioneer family braved our first non-electric winter. We knew nothing but the gentle hiss of Coleman lanterns, the joyful singing of the tea kettle and the simple pleasures of hearth and home.
In our 14 years on this windy prairie our lives have changed drastically. We now have electric lights (from our solar panels and battery bank), running water and a washing machine. We have indoor plumbing, a refrigerator and a propane cookstove. Although we don't live in a "regular" house, we have all the comforts of home.
Our pioneer life has become less rustic and more modern with each passing year. Although I still cook on our wood cookstove, use the outhouse regularly and home can most of our food, our children long for the simple life of pioneer living. Not too long ago, Princess Dragon Snack came up to me and said, "Mom, do you think we can turn all the lights off, light the oil lamps and pretend to be off-grid?". I grinned and said, "Let me get the hot cocoa".
Our lives have not turned out the way I had expected. Our adventures have taken us on the road less traveled. We have made mistakes, we have had bad attitudes and we have almost called it quits. But we have persevered and learned more than any smooth road could have possibly taught us. We have learned that real life happens when you're not looking. That your darkest days are your best memories. And that "someday" is right now.
The days that we are living now are my children's best memories. They won't remember what they got for Christmas or how many times they were told to do the dishes, but they will remember oil lamps, generators, solar panels, outhouses, canned meat and afternoon tea in front of the wood cookstove.
If you are like our family and your reality is different than your dream, don't let your reality slip through your fingers while trying to grasp your dream. Make your reality beautiful. These are our "good ol' days".
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Last week Maid Elizabeth brought home a grocery bag full of garlic that was a gift from a local gentleman. Since we don't have a root cellar, I immediately made plans to can this wonderful bounty, foreseeing tidy rows of minced garlic in my future.
This morning, as I began separating the cloves, preparing for a full day of canning, an idea happened upon me - why didn't I plant some of these cloves so that we could enjoy our own homegrown garlic?
Seizing upon the idea, Miss Serenity, Maid Elizabeth and I quickly went to work. First, we had to prepare garden beds. Our soil is so lacking that we have to heavily amend it, so we trudged out to the compost pile and shoveled rich, black soil into the wheel barrow. After we dug compost into two separate raised beds, we were ready to plant.
Garlic needs to be planted about two inches deep and four inches between cloves. With three of us working, we had the raised beds planted in short order. After a quick watering, we covered the newly planted garlic with mulch to keep it protected over the winter.
After planting the beds we were off to the kitchen for the real work. We peeled garlic cloves one by one and soon had a bowl full of shiny, white garlic. After washing the cloves, we pulsed them quickly in the blender (a few at a time) and put them in a pot. After all the garlic was minced, we poured boiling water over the garlic (to quickly parboil it) and let it sit while we prepared the jars for canning. We filled 1/2 pint jars with garlic and filled with the garlic liquid (that was poured over the garlic) to fill the jar to within 1/2 inch from the top (1/2 inch head space). We put 1/2 tsp. of pickling salt in each jar (pickling salt doesn't have iodine in it, so it doesn't discolor the garlic while canning). Putting Tatler lids on the jars, we put them into the pressure canner.
|Freshly peeled garlic cloves|
|Mincing in the blender|
|We minced just a few at a time|
|A pot full of minced garlic|
|Covered in boiling water|
We canned the garlic at 10 pounds of pressure for 45 minutes (same time and pressure as onions). After processing, we pulled 6 beautiful 1/2 pint jars of minced garlic out of the canner.
|Jars of canned, minced garlic|
Until next time,
Recently Princess Dragon Snack developed a lingering cough that had the nasty habit of disappearing during the day only to appear with a vengeance the minute everybody was safely tucked into bed. Water didn't help, cough drops didn't help and even lemon-honey tea didn't stem the tide of the constant coughing.
Finally, in a late-night desperate attempt to get some sleep, I mixed up a cough syrup concoction that I found on the internet (tweaked to include ingredients I had in my kitchen). Within minutes, I had a warm, spicy-rich syrup ready for Dragon Snack's consumption. I gave her a spoonful, which she loved, and waited hopefully. Dragon Snack coughed and coughed a few more times, but within 5 minutes her coughing ceased. I sent her to bed expecting to be awoken by coughing in short order only to wake in the morning with the realization that Dragon Snack had not coughed. Once. All night!
Dragon Snack didn't cough all the next day. Before she went to bed, I gave Snack another spoonful of cough syrup, tucked her in and didn't hear a cough all night. This went on for a few days and then one night I forgot to give her the syrup. Just about the time we all drifted off, the coughing started. I called Dragon Snack down, gave her a spoonful of syrup and sent her to bed. Another 5 minutes of coughing ensued and then blissful sleep.
|Slowly warming the honey, oil, vinegar and water|
We are sold. As far as we can tell, one spoonful of syrup lasts for 24 hours! We did, on one occasion, give Snack two spoonful's of syrup in a 24 hour period, but that was during a particularly bad spell.
|With the spices added|
As winter closes in and the cold season descends upon us, I will be sure to have a supply of the Best Cough Syrup Ever in my fridge!
Best Cough Syrup Ever
2 T Olive Oil (or Coconut Oil)
4 T raw Apple Cider Vinegar
4 T raw Honey
2 T Water
1/2 tsp. ground Ginger (fresh would be better)
1 tsp. Cinnamon
2 tsp. Lemon Juice (or 3 drops of lemon essential oil)
Combine the oil, apple cider vinegar, honey and water together in a small saucepan and heat very gently and slowly until just melted and combined. Shut off heat.
Add in the ginger, cinnamon and lemon and stir to combine.
Dosage: Adults 1 T as needed. Children 1 tsp. as needed.
This syrup can be stored at room temperature for a few days or in the refrigerator for a few weeks.
As most of you know, we aren't hooked up to the power grid, choosing instead to make our own electricity. We have lived "off-grid" for 14 years and have learned a few things along the way. Part of our electrical contingency plan is a hefty supply of fuel for our generator. There are days, particularly in the dead of winter, when the solar panels just do not keep up with our meager electrical usage. Frequently, we need to run the generator to do laundry and pump water. Knowing our dependence on our generators, we fill and rotate our large stock of gas cans, most of which are the old, military "jerry cans". We really depend upon our stored fuel, especially when the snow prevents us from making it out of our driveway. Every week or two I top off our fuel cans so that we always have plenty on hand.
Although we have mostly jerry cans, I have grown to despise them. Oh, not the cans, mind you, but the spout! We have tried every spout we could get our hands on and they have all been junk! They leak like sieves, come flying off at the drop of a hat and, because there is no relief valve, they pour in fits. Every time I add gas to the generators I end up reeking of gasoline and the generator itself drips with spilled fuel. I hate the smell, not to mention the waste. So finally, after dumping gas on myself for the last time, I decided that I would have to find a better spout - either that or come up with a better fuel storage solution!
I spent the better part of an afternoon reading forums, shopping Google and looking in every conceivable internet nook and cranny, searching for a decent pour spout, until, finally, I found something that looked promising. The EZ-POUR spout is a replacement spout for nearly any fuel or water container. It comes with gaskets and caps and a replacement cap for the vent. It looked interesting but it didn't look like it would fit the jerry can. Then I found a tab that said "Replacement Parts & Adapters" and low and behold, Jerry Can Adapter was on the bottom of the list! I was so excited!
I ordered the adapter ($5.98) and the EZ-POUR Spout (the regular spout is $10.95 - although I ordered the Hi-Flo spout for $13.95) and waited impatiently for them to arrive. Shipping was quick and the spout and adapter arrived within 3 days. I could hardly wait to try it out! The jerry can adapter is hefty, not at all whimpy and cheap feeling, and it comes with two gaskets - 1 for sealing the can completely (for transport) and another that is designed to allow the original jerry can relief valve to work so that fuel flows freely from the spout.
|The jerry can adapter|
|The EZ-POUR spout with extension|
By the way, these spouts aren't just for jerry cans. Apparently, they were designed as a replacement spout for just about any fuel or water can. Look at the website to determine if the spouts would work for you. I can't recommend them highly enough.
Until next time,
Finally we have been blessed with a break in the weather! It has been unusually hot this summer, with too many days over 100 degrees. I seem barely able to get a passable dinner on the table, much less provide freshly baked anything for my family! Besides, who want to heat the house up even more when the thermometer reads 108?
With the slight dip in the mercury, I finally managed to get at least a little baking done. Having subsisted on nasty cardboard bread for far too long, the first thing on my baking list was a hearty batch of whole wheat bread.
|Bob's 10 grain cereal|
|Covered in boiling water|
|Thick, like porridge|
And so, without further ado, the recipe...
Multi-Grain Sandwich Bread
1 1/4 C 10 grain hot cereal mix (or 7 grain)
2 1/2 C boiling water
3 C all-purpose flour (or whole wheat)
1 1/2 C whole wheat flour
1/4 C honey (or 1/2 C brown sugar)
4 T butter, melted and cooled
1 T yeast
1 T salt
1/2 C thick cut oats (optional)
Place the cereal in a bowl (or Bosch mixing bowl) and cover with the boiling water. Let stand, stirring occasionally, until the mixture cools to about 110 degrees, about 1 hour. The mixture will resemble a thick porridge.
Once the cereal mixture has cooled add the honey, butter and yeast and stir (or mix on low until combined). Add half of the flour and the salt and stir until a cohesive dough begins to form. Continue adding the flour, 1/2 a cup at a time, until a soft dough forms. It will pull away from the bowl but still be slightly sticky. Continue to knead for 5 minutes.
Place your dough in a large, lightly greased bowl and cover with plastic wrap or a tea towel and set in a warm place to rise. Allow to rise at room temperature until doubled in size (about an hour).
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Lightly grease two 9x5" bread pans. Without punching the risen dough down, carefully cut the dough into two pieces, gently form into loaves and place in the prepared bread pans. If you would like, you can sprinkle oats on the tops of the loaves.
Cover loaves loosely with a tea towel and allow to rise until nearly double (about 30 to 40 minutes).
Slide the loaves into your preheated oven and bake for 30 to 40 minutes or until golden brown. Transfer to wire racks and allow to cool (don't cut too soon or you will smoosh the loaves).
NOTE: I doubled this recipe and made two industrial sized loaves.
|In a greased pan, ready to rise|
|Risen and ready for the bread pans (Look at all of those wonderful grains!)|
|Risen in the pans|
|Fresh from the oven!|
|A cooled, sliced loaf|
And that, my friends, is my multi-grain bread secret recipe!
Until next time,
Last year, I found a treasure at Goodwill - an antique "motoring" basket. It was beautiful, mostly complete and in remarkably good condition - especially for its age. Motoring baskets are very difficult to come by. They hail from the halcyon days of motoring - when the journey itself was the true adventure and the destination was merely a pleasant diversion. The baskets came equipped with everything a proper family would require to enjoy their tea time whilst traveling - tins for sandwiches and biscuits, tea cups and saucers, plates, silverware and a kettle and burner for brewing tea. Even the basket itself was designed for the in-basket heating of water with nickel clad wicker around the burner assembly.
As I said, the basket was very nearly complete, but not entirely. One enamel tea cup was missing, but, more importantly, the tea kettle was missing. The original burner and water tank were in tact, but without the kettle, my basket was sorely lacking.
|The water tank nestled over the burner|
One day, flipping through The Sportsman's Guide, I came across what looked to be the perfect kettle. It was small, stainless steel, had a folding handle and best of all, it was inexpensive. I ordered the kettle and anxiously awaited its arrival.
|My new kettle - it is a perfect fit!|
Once the kettle arrived, I pulled my basket down from its perch and with Sir Knight's help, readied the burner for our first test run. I filled the water kettle with water, just to make sure that it didn't leak and proceeded to rinse out the alcohol burner. Water gushed out of the bottom of the burner! I had never closely inspected the burner - if I had, I would have noticed that there were numerous tiny areas that had small holes. These holes rendered the burner assembly useless. I was crestfallen! My beautiful basket was nothing more than a pretty face - and although I am a hopeless romantic, I expect everything I have to be not only beautiful but practical.
It was Sir Knight who saved the day. He suggested that we buy an alcohol burner. He knew of one that was based on a hundred year old design with a proven track record. The burner was small, so it would fit tidily into the basket and may even fit under the water tank just like the original burner. We ordered two burners (Sir Knight had always wanted one for his multi-fuel stove) and waited to see how they would work.
The Trangia Spirit Burners arrived within the week. At first I was a little concerned, thinking they were only designed to be used in a specific lamp or stove, however, my misgivings were unfounded as they performed admirably as a stand-alone unit.
|The burner is made in Germany|
|Sitting in my burner assembly|
|Merrily heating away|
|They burn denatured alcohol|
Sir Knight tried his burner in the multi-fuel stove and was equally impressed. It was easy to start, compact enough to transport and provided an instant, reliable cooking method while in the bush. Denatured alcohol is inexpensive and stores well, making it a solid preparedness essential. This little burner, in concert with a multi-fuel stove, would be a perfect cooking back-up during a power outage or other natural disaster, not to mention being just the right size to tuck into your first line gear or hiking pack.
|Burning in a multi-fuel stove|
We are now equipping all of our packs with these spirit burners. They are inexpensive, lightweight and reliable - just right for your pack, your car or your house. And, if you're a romantic survivalist - just right for your motoring basket!
We have been busy with summer on our little slice of the Redoubt. The garden is growing abysmally, a combination of poor soil, greedy critters and extreme heat, I think. The bees are doing well and are comfortably housed in their newly built 8 frame supers. Miss Serenity is enjoying the fruits of her labors in the form of her newly purchased Yamaha YZ250F and Princess Dragon Snack is learning to ride the little Honda XR100. Master Hand Grenade, Sir Knight and I did a bit of "remodeling" on our entry-way - very rustic chic I think!
|Gluing 8 frame supers|
|Miss Serenity with her new bike|
|She saved her money a full year to buy this bike|
|She is one proud girl!|
|This sits above her bike in the shed|
|Princess Dragon Snack with her cool new ride|
|She is learning to shift and to mechanic!|
|Our re-done entryway...|
|Galvanized roofing and barn boards|
|We don't have a lot of room - but we do try to make the most of what we have!|
Have a wonderful day!
Until next time -
If you have been reading this blog for any length of time, you are familiar with Master Hand Grenade's story. Although strong and able, he is not your average young man.
Master Hand Grenade's hearing and motor functions were compromised shortly after birth. His prognosis was dim. After surviving his initial trauma, doctors were not at all encouraging about his future. They declared him deaf, mentally and physically retarded and perhaps even blind. They encouraged Sir Knight and I to apply for Medicaid to cover his health care expenses and Social Security Disability to help with the costs associated with raising a disabled child. We didn't do either. We figured that God had given us this child and would provide for his care. And we never looked back.
As Hand Grenade grew, we didn't know what to expect. Would he be as disabled as the doctors expected? Or would he develop as a normal little boy? We worried and we watched and we waited. We knew that he did not hear as well as Maid Elizabeth, but was he deaf? He didn't come close to hitting the "normal" milestones for a healthy infant, but did that just mean he would develop more slowly, or not at all? We prayed and prayed and prayed some more.
Those first few years were a mixture of joy and sorrow, triumph and tribulation. Early on, we decided that Master Hand Grenade was going to learn to function as a productive member of society. It was going to be harder for him than for "normal" children, but he would just have to learn to overcome. We taught him to communicate through sign language so that we could talk to him and he could talk to us. When we figured out that he could hear (a little anyway), we taught him to always be close enough to the house to hear the dinner bell when we rang it. We had him repeat our instructions back to us so that we could be certain that he understood what we expected of him. We gave him chores and responsibility and expected him to complete his tasks, even if he had to develop an unconventional method to accomplish his duties. We forced him (even when it was hard) to push past his comfort zone and do things that were hard for him just so that he knew he could.
Over the years Hand Grenade has grown from a challenged little boy into a competent young man. He doesn't always do things in a conventional manner, but he always gets things done. He doesn't hear very well, but he pays attention, repeats instructions and asks people to speak up. He doesn't move like every other 18 year old man, but he is fast and steady and strong as an ox. What he lacks in motor skills and hearing he more than makes up for in determination and ingenuity. Although not like everyone else, Hand Grenade is a young man to be proud of.
And now a new chapter has begun for our son. Having finished high school, Master Hand Grenade turned his mind toward his future. Knowing that Hand Grenade wanted to become a butcher, our friend Patrice put in a good word for him with our regional mobile butcher. After numerous phone conversations and visits to the butcher shop, Master Hand Grenade secured a job. Beginning tomorrow, Hand Grenade will be training to be a butcher, doing everything from killing, gutting and skinning the animal to cutting and wrapping meat and curing bacon and hams and making sausage. He will be learning to be a butcher from the ground up. Master Hand Grenade is taking the first step into his future.
|The one requirement for Hand Grenade's job - rubber boots|
|Gathered around table to celebrate our son|
We gathered for a lovely afternoon tea to celebrate Hand Grenade's new chapter in life. We indulged in (Quick) Maple Nut Cinnamon Rolls and English Breakfast tea. The recipe is quick and yummy - but you might want to cut the filling recipe in half - very sweet!
(Quick) Maple Nut Cinnamon Rolls
For the filling:
3/4 C brown sugar (packed)
1/4 C granulated sugar
3/4 C chopped pecans or walnuts
2 tsp. cinnamon
1/3 tsp. salt
1 T butter, melted
For the dough:
3 C flour
3 T sugar
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 C buttermilk (or sweet milk with a splash of lemon juice or vinegar)
6 T butter, melted
1/3 C maple syrup
For the Icing:
2 T butter, softened
3 T maple syrup
2 tsp. milk
1 C confectioners sugar
Preheat your oven to 425 degrees. Brush a 9" inch round cake pan with melted butter. Set aside.
For the filling: Combine all of the dry ingredients in a bowl. Add melted butter and stir until the mixture is moistened.
For the dough: Combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Stir. Add the buttermilk, melted butter and maple syrup. Stir well. Transfer the dough to a floured surface and knead just until smooth. Place in a lightly floured bowl, cover and chill for 20 minutes.
After chilled, roll into a 12x8 inch rectangle. Spread with softened or melted butter. Spread the filling evenly over the dough, leaving 1/2 inch border. Press the filling into the dough.
Roll the dough, from the long side, pinch the seam close. Cut into 8 even pieces and transfer into the prepared cake pan. Brush with melted butter. Bake for 20 minutes or until golden brown.
For the icing: Cream the butter and add the sugar. Mix until the sugar and butter combine a bit. Add the syrup and whisk well. If it is too thick, add the milk until it is your desired consistency.
Allow the cinnamon rolls to cool in the pan for about 5 minutes and then pour icing over the top. Serve while warm.
NOTE: I doubled this recipe and put in a larger rectangle pan. I also mixed up the icing and served it in a bowl so that people could choose to smooth icing or butter over their warm rolls. In the future, I would cut the filling recipe in half, they would be plenty sweet. Also, I added about 1 1/2 tsp. maple extract to the icing, just to amp up the flavor.
Recently, I received an email from a reader asking me to blog about Ebola (thanks Don - just what I wanted to write about!). It is a subject that I have stayed away from because, quite frankly, it is a terrifying prospect. And really, there are no good answers. In spite of all of that, we are preppers, and I know that it is always prudent to asses risks and prepare for potential threats - and so, I present Preparedness Essentials - Ebola.
There is one, critical, preparedness essential, that if neglected, renders every other precaution useless and without effect. That essential is a strong, living, personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Without preparing your soul for eternity, every other preparation you make is of no consequence. Make no mistake - Jesus is your only salvation. Preparing for Ebola has everything to do with your soul and little to do with your body. Without your soul your body is nothing.
WHAT IS EBOLA
Now, on to the nuts and bolts. Ebola is a virus that causes hemorrhagic fever. It is hallmarked by severe bleeding, organ failure and most often, death. Ebola is native to Africa and lives in host animals such as fruit bats, monkeys, chimps and other primates. Scientists believe that Ebola is transmitted from infected animals to humans via bodily fluids such as blood (during butchering), eating infected animals and coming into contact with animal waste.
HOW EBOLA IS TRANSMITTED
After contracting Ebola, it is further transmitted through direct contact (via broken skin or mucus membranes) with blood, secretions (snot, spittle etc.), organs or other bodily fluids of an infected person. Not only are the bodily fluids infectious, so are any surfaces (clothing, beds, tables, the ground) that have come into contact with infected fluids. Ebola remains infectious on dead bodies, rendering the care of the dead risky behavior. A man who has contracted Ebola and recovered can still transmit the virus through his semen for up to 7 weeks after recovery. There is no evidence that Ebola is transmitted via insect bits.
SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF EBOLA
Signs and symptoms of Ebola manifest within 5 to 10 days of infection. Early symptoms include fever, severe headache, joint and muscle aches, chills and weakness. Basically, Ebola's early symptoms are those of a really bad flu. As the disease progresses so do the symptoms. These increasingly severe symptoms include nausea and vomiting, diarrhea (may be bloody), red eyes, raised rash, chest pain and cough, stomach pain, severe weight loss, bleeding (usually eyes), bruising and internal bleeding. People near death may bleed from other orifices such as ears, nose and rectum.
As Ebola progresses, it can cause multiple organ failure, severe bleeding, jaundice, delirium, seizures, coma and shock. If a person does recover, the recovery is long and arduous. Survivors may experience hair loss, liver inflammation, weakness, fatigue, headaches, eye inflammation and testicular inflammation. It may takes months to regain strength and weight.
Immediate and complete quarantine is essential if there is suspected exposure to Ebola. If exposure is confirmed (or even suspected) personal protection equipment (PPE) needs to be immediately deployed. PPE includes non-latex gloves (up to 3 pair at a time), surgical mask, eye shield or goggles and a clean, non-sterile long-sleeved gown (or Tyvek suit). Along with PPE, basic hygiene rituals must be maintained, which include stringent hand-washing, respiratory hygiene (putting surgical mask on infected patients as well as potentially infected people), and safe burial practices.
Caring for the dead is another critical aspect of containment. The dead must be immediately buried or cremated. If buried, the body must be encased in at least two body bags and buried in a deep grave (away from any water source). Any personal items such as clothing, pillows, linens - anything that came in contact with the infected person must either be buried with the person or burned. The people tasked with caring for the dead must practice rigorous personal hygiene throughout the burial or cremation process. For their own protection, they must wear 3 sets of gloves, masks, goggle, coveralls and boots.
There are no drugs currently available for the treatment of Ebola. Supportive care includes pain and fever management (pain relievers and fever reducers, ie. Tylenol, Ibuprofen, etc.), providing fluids (oral rehydration fluid - can be administered with a baby bottle if required), providing oxygen, replacing lost blood (if possible), treating secondary infections. *
Specific treatments include:
NAUSEA, VOMITING, DIARRHEA
Oral Rehydration Fluid I
1 liter (quart) boiled water
1 tsp. salt
8 tsp. sugar
1 mashed banana (for potassium) if available. Otherwise substitute potassium chloride (salt substitute).
Before adding the sugar, taste the drink and make sure it is less salty than tears.
Oral Rehydration Fluid II
1 liter (quart) boiled water
1/2 tsp. salt
8 heaping teaspoons of cereal (finely ground maize, wheat flour, sorghum, or cooked and mashed potatoes).
Boil for 5 to 7 minutes to form a liquid gruel or watery porridge. Cool the drink quickly and start administering.
Caution: Taste the drink each time it is used to be sure its not spoiled. Cereal drinks can spoil in a few hours in hot weather.
* To either drink add Potassium Chloride or a half a cup of fruit juice, coconut water or mashed, ripe banana. This provides potassium, which may help the person accept more food and drink.
Constant hydration. Hot drinks. Chicken soup (which has anti-viral properties).
- Put the person in a cool place.
- Remove Clothing.
- Fan patient.
- Pour cool (not cold) water over patient or put cloths soaked in cool water on chest and forehead. Fan the cloths and change often to keep them cool.
- Give plenty of cool (not cold) water to drink.
- Administer medicine to bring down fever.
Treatment for Ebola is limited. Make sure that you know the symptoms and be prepared to treat each individual symptom.
The medical aspect of Ebola is sobering, but there are other things to consider as well. If nobody in your family contracts Ebola, but it has reached the North American continent, you'll want to quarantine your own family. The requirements for such an action are many. Be sure to have adequate food, water and other basic necessities. Make sure that you have alternative sources for cooking, heating and waste disposal (in the event public services are temporarily interrupted). Maintain an adequate emergency medical supply cabinet, complete with personal protection equipment, medicines and more importantly, medical knowledge.
Ebola is a threat, along with so many other things in this world. We don't have to be afraid, just prepared. Prepare to the best of your ability, but put your faith and hope in Christ alone.
* Information gathered from WHO International and the Mayo Clinic.
** I am not a doctor! Please see your personal physician for specific treatment options!
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