Thursday, October 6, 2011

Pumpkin Spice Bread



Because it's Thursday... and it's 40 degrees out... and there are 50 mph winds with sideways pelting rain out my window... and I have to be outside in it to work the steers... I'm going to leave you with my favorite recipe for Pumpkin Spice Bread.  Everyone should be baking in their kitchen to warm up the house on days like today.

P.S.- Your kitchen will smell heavenly if you make this bread.

P.P.S- I had a beautiful loaf of Pumpkin Spice bread to photograph for you, but my 6 year old decided to slice a hunk off in the "long" direction instead of the traditional loaf direction, so the loaf became mangled and no longer blog worthy.  Please enjoy these pictures of sunnier days as a poor substitute for  Pumpkin Spice Bread pictures.



Pumpkin Spice Bread

(makes 2 Loaves)

1 15oz can of  100% pure pumpkin (~ 2 cups if you don't use the canned stuff)
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1 tsp. ground nutmeg
1 tsp. ground cloves
1 1/2 cups water
3 1/2 cups dark brown sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
4 large eggs
3 1/2 cups all purpose flour
2 tsp. baking soda
1 1/2 tsp. salt

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Heat the pumpkin, cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves in a small saucepan over medium heat until steamy.  Stir continuously.  Cook until pumpkin is stiff and starts to stick to the pan bottom. (3 Minutes.)  Transfer to a medium bowl; whisk in 1 1/2 cups water, then brown sugar, then oil, then eggs until smooth.

In a separate bowl, whisk together remaining dry ingredients. Then, fold into the pumpkin mixture until just combined.  Put batter into two greased 9" loaf pans, or 6 mini loaf pans.  Bake until firm and golden brown, about  40-50 minutes for mini loaves, and 60-70 minutes for large loaves. Freezes well.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Lessons from a Jar of Marbles

I'm convinced that parenting is the hardest, and most important job that I will ever have. It induces a swirling tornado of emotions inside me every day.  Deep satisfaction,  complete frustration, boundless joy, resolute determination,  fierce protectiveness, sheer terror, and sacrificial love all flow from the same fountain in the heart. I'm often on my knees in prayer, seeking wisdom to raise the three little souls I've been entrusted with.

When our school year started a few months ago, things seemed a bit status quo. I'm not one to settle for "good" when things could be "great", so I started praying about some changes I could make in the household.  

I had the following verse in mind:

"And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works." Hebrews 10:24

I've been fairly successful at spurring my girls to love each other and be helpful, but finding ways to motivate my son has proven to be tricky. His little mind works differently, and I don't dare try to lump him in with his sisters when it comes to motivation.

Around the same time I was seeking the Lord in this matter, I had a great conversation with one of my dear homeschooling friends.  She shared a great idea with me.  One that I had heard of many times, but never implemented.

The idea is simple: Get a jar, and a bag of marbles.  Give the child a marble for chores done well, excellent school work, kindness showed toward others and obedience.  Have a prize that the child is working towards, and reward him with it when the jar is filled.

Here is my son's jar.   I purchased a bag of decorative glass stones from the dollar store, and he's been working on filling it for six weeks.  He's almost there!  When he fills it, his reward will be to go on his very first rifle elk hunt!  He's been dreaming of this day for several years. He successfully completed his hunter's safety course, and we've purchased his elk tag for him. Now all he has to do is earn his hunt!

This has been a fabulous motivator for my son.  The jar is a visual reminder of his "goal" and the glass stones are tangible little rewards to put in the jar throughout the day for his faithfulness in the areas we are working on.

We often talk about the Biblical reasons for working hard, showing kindness, and being obedient, but sometimes these concepts seem a bit abstract to children. A physical reward helps to cement those concepts in their little minds.  Hopefully, as they mature, the heart reasons behind their obedience will solidify in their minds as well.

There are obvious results from our little rewards system: high quality school work, chores done cheerfully, and immediate obedience.  My son looks for opportunities to show kindness to the family and even to people out in public. We still have occasional set-backs, and when those occur, we simply remove a marble from the jar.

But, do you know what? There has been one HUGE and unexpected result from having a jar of marbles.  Surprisingly, it has nothing to do with my son, and everything to do with MOM.

That's right, I started this jar system to help my son, and it ended up helping me.  If there's one thing I've learned in my Bible reading, it's that God always works in unexpected ways.


During the past six weeks, my entire thought pattern has changed.  Instead of concentrating on the negative things my son was doing, I began to look hard for opportunities to catch him being good. The Holy Spirit often reminds us of our righteousness in Christ. When our lives aren't reflecting Jesus, the Holy Spirit  reminds us that our behavior is not becoming of a child of the King of Kings.  In the same way, I began to re-enforce the idea that my son was an outstanding young man of God. As a result of my reminders, he has risen to the occasion to become those things which I spoke over him.   

Each and every little glass stone in that jar represents a kind word spoken to my son, or a small celebration given to him for a job well done. It takes a whole lot of positive affirmation to counter-act one harsh word. Each stone in the jar is a tiny victory of motherhood, representing a pattern of praise. Each stone is one less criticism and one more compliment.



In the unfortunate event that my son disobeys, I no longer feel compelled to raise my voice. I simply tell him that I'm sorry that I have to remove a marble from the jar because of his disobedience.  I really want him to succeed, and it genuinely hurts my heart to have to remove marbles.  Instead of anger, we both show sorrow over his sin.

Most importantly, those little tokens of glass show him that I'm paying attention to him.  In Luke 27:23, it says, "Be diligent to know the state of your flocks, and attend to your herds."   The very same concept applies to raising our children.  I need to be watchful over them so that I know the state of their well-being.  Opportunities to praise your children only come with a watchful eye.  I must be observant to notice when my son clears the table for his sister, holds the door for an elderly woman in the store, or loads the dishwasher without being asked.  Each marble tells my child that I see him for who he is.

Who knew there were so many lessons to be learned from a little jar of marbles? My son is learning to be a young man of God, and I'm learning to be a better mother.  It's a win-win situation for all!


Monday, October 3, 2011

Dozer's Favorite Friend

This is one sad Dozer dog. 


Meet Dozer's favorite toy...Mr. Pig.


 Mr. Pig "Oink Oink's" when Dozer chews on him.



I had to take Mr. Pig away from Dozer because he was "loved" too much.

Dozer wanted Mr. Pig back.  He jumped, and whined, and wagged his tail. He would not take "NO" for an answer.

I decided to sew Mr.Pig back up.  He's as good as new...sort of.

Dozer and Mr.Pig were re-united.  Finally, all is right with the world again.


Dozer + Mr. Pig = True Love 4 ever.


"Oink Oink."

Clearing the Schedule




Where do the days go? In this family, Fall seems to be our busiest season. We're like little woodland creatures scurrying around at a frenzied pace to gather and store nuts for the long hard winter.  Only we don't gather nuts.  We cut firewood, store hay and grain, and fill our freezer with our garden harvest.

We're working cattle, and feeding out a load of steers for butchering before the snow flies.  On top of this, we have church,  the kids have school, my husband has a full load of business classes online, and he helps to coach my son's football team.  We have soccer, and co-op, and 4-H....Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

This weekend started out like any other, with too many chores and activities on the schedule.  Saturday morning, we loaded up the trucks and split ways to divide and conquer the tasks at hand.  By night time, we were exhausted and still had to irrigate at 11pm.

This year we haven't had time to cut a single stick of firewood, and it's already October.  That puts my husband into panic mode.  After church on Sunday, we had plans to start working on expanding the wood pile.  We were going to load up the saw, and cut two truckloads of rounds.

God had another idea.

We woke up to the sounds of heavy rain on the roof, Sunday morning.  We looked out the window.  It wasn't just a little passing storm.  We were socked in with clouds.  My husband was disappointed, to say the least. After church let out, it was still ominous outside.  By now, even if the rain stopped, the dirt roads leading to our "honey hole" would be thick with mud, and we didn't want to put ruts in the road. So woodcutting was completely out of the question.

With terrible weather, we had no choice but to rest.  Imagine that! Actually resting on "the day of rest"! The whole house took a nap.  As an added bonus, I was able to make all of my lesson plans for the school week, which really makes the days go smoothly. Having a day off was like a breath of fresh air.

Today, we're off and running again; work, school, an orthodontist appointment, a trip to the vet, a meeting with the brand inspector, and football practice.  We still don't have our firewood gathered, or our fall chores completed, but we're not going to sweat the small stuff. We'll get it done in God's perfect timing.

The good news is that we are well rested, and ready to tackle the week ahead! God gave us a wonderful break from the hustle and bustle of the season, and we got some much needed rain in the process.

God is so good.


Friday, September 30, 2011

A Friday Funny

Don't we all feel like this sometimes?


Thursday, September 29, 2011

Apple Harvest


It's an apple year on the mountain.  According to the old-timers, we only get an apple harvest once every 7 or 8 years.  The rest of the time, the apple blossoms either freeze with late snows, or they blow right off the trees with spring winds.  This year, however, the tree limbs are heavy with a bumper crop of apples. Well.... most apple trees have a bumper crop.

In the interest of full disclosure, we have an apple tree in our front yard, and it has a measly 6 apples on it.  I'm not complaining, though.  That's 6 more apples than we usually have on our tree. But when we go for walks, we see tree branches hanging over the road with oodles of apples. They're all over the ground, too.

And you know something, the old- timers are right! It's only the second time I've seen an apple harvest in my decade of living on the mountain. We have unspeakably horrible springs around here.  Yucky, terrible, apple blossom-hating springs.

So what do you do when it's an apple year on the mountain? You make lots of apple sauce and apple desserts.


(Second full disclosure: These apples are not from the trees around here.  "Real" apples, as my kids call them, are much uglier and therefore not picture worthy. They still taste amazing though.  Don't judge an apple by it's peel!)

 We were lacking for time today, so I elected to make some easy apple sauce in the crockpot.


If you don't have an apple peeler... you must invest in one. They take all the work out of apple preparation. I bought this one at the hardware store for under $20.00.  WORTH. EVERY. PENNY.




After 5 minutes of cutting, I had an entire crockpot filled with apple slices.


I took the scraps, minus the cores, out to the hens for a delicious little treat. (Chickens can't eat apple seeds.)

 I added a little water to the bottom of the crockpot, turned it on high for an hour, then turned it to low for another 5 hours.

When I got home this evening, I mashed the apples with a potato masher, added sugar and cinnamon to taste, and Voila! Easy Apple Sauce to go with our dinner.



Yum.


When I make apple sauce for canning, I cook it down on the stove. It's much quicker, but I didn't have the time to make it that way today.  When you're short on time, the crockpot is the way to go!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

That Really Chaps my Hide!

Can I just gripe about something trivial and insignificant?

This morning I woke up to find that I'm already getting chapped and cracked hands and it's only September!

It's no secret that I have ugly, old man hands... but cracks in September?

That's atrocious!

To be honest, I usually don't care a lick about how my hands look as long as my toes are painted cute.

I put lotion on them every morning, but my prematurely wrinkling hands soak the moisture up like the desert consumes a rain drop. 15 minutes later, you can't tell I even put anything on them.

"Before"

Today, I resolved to do something drastic with my hands. I decided to beautify them with the royal treatment!

A well- meaning friend gave me a set of manicure products called "Satin Hands" by Mary Kay.

She assured me that "Satin Hands" were the only hope for me. That was last February. I thanked her for the products, and then forgot about them until now.

This morning, I pulled out the big guns and started the three- step process:

1. Exfoliate.
2. Moisturize.
3. Emulsify with emollient. ( I don't exactly know what that means, in terms of handcream, but it sounds powerfully potent.)

After the skin treatment was complete, I thought to myself, "why not go the extra mile?"

So I did the unthinkable: I painted my finger nails!

I know. Big Step. Huge.
"After"

Can you see the difference? My hands felt like a greased pig at the county fair, but they sure looked pretty! (Relatively speaking, that is.) You know, I may have a future as a hand model for beauty products. Totally Kidding.

Moving on.....

This is what gripes me.

Below is a picture of my fingernails after two coats of polish, and a coat of Sally Hansen "Hard as Nails" topcoat. That's 3 coats of polish.

Now here is a picture of my nails 6 hours later. Chipped off nail polish, and dry cuticles.

The beauty lasted less than 25% of 1 day.

It took me over an hour to beautify, and ten minutes to wreck them with the evening chores.

WHAT A WASTE OF TIME!!


To add insult to injury, I asked my husband if he "noticed" my hands today.

He said, "No. Why? What's wrong with them?"

My husband is the only person I'm trying to impress. If he doesn't even notice when I paint my fingernails, then why go through all of the stinkin' effort?

I'm going back to my old ways.

But I am going to continue the "Satin Hands" treatments. I've also got bag balm in the truck. One of them is bound to improve my chapped skin before winter sets in.


Resigned to be content with ugly hands,

Nell