Posted in Good ol' days, Health, Homemaking, Photos

Use Your Freezer, part 2

 

How to Put Up One-Quarter Mile of Corn

Before Fourth of July Fireworks

Good corn!
Good corn!

As I said, yesterday, you do not put that much corn in jars in the canner. That would take roughly 15 hours just in the jiggling, plus heat up and cool down times, and the other processing of shucks,silks, etc.

Nah. Not that.

We freeze it. Frozen corn tastes better, anyway, and for us, frozen off the cob is best, most like fresh from the garden.

Here’s how we did it.

My husband went to the garden with a wheelbarrow, picked the corn, shucked it right there, and placed it into the wheelbarrow. When one was full, he started on the other one. If it filled, too, he took out laundry baskets and buckets until all was picked and shucked. Later he would till in all the debris.

Meanwhile, I sharpened knives, heated water, and covered countertops with towels.

Once the first wheelbarrow came to the house, I began trimming, de-silking, and washing all that corn, over a sieve to catch the garbage for the chickens.

Whenever a found a totally perfect ear, I set it aside for the Pastor. That was one very important aspect of teaching children how to harvest that we never wanted to omit.

After the washing, the blanching could begin. I put seven ears for 4 minutes into a 16-quart pot of boiling water. Then I transferred them to a cold water rinse to stop the blanching action. While I blanched, all older family members carefully sliced the top 2/3 off the blanched and cooled kernels and then scraped the pulp from the remaining one-third, all over big wash pans or large bowls.

Some people do the cutting indoors, but that is messy to clean up. Others do their cutting outside, but that is buggy. A screened porch solves both problems if you can hose it off later.

I know people object to blanching because it is a warm job, but I’ve learned it’s easier if we aren’t overly dependent upon air conditioning. We do perspire some, but it is summer, after all, and I have found it doesn’t hurt a thing to do so. What makes it so warm is that the water will not boil with a fan blowing on it, so only exhaust fans will work.

Once the corn is cut, I pack it into the trusty ol’ boxes, label, and freeze.

What happiness to notice the boxes piling up on the countertop! What awe to watch your daughter learn to count while she sits beside that ever-growing stack of boxes! What fun to take the Pastor three dozen absolutely perfect ears of (you know it’s the best) corn! And what excitement each time you eat it, all the long winter, as wonderful as the day it was picked!

So the freezer has kept our harvest for us for years. Can it do anything else? Yes!

And we’ll talk about that tomorrow!

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photo credit: amcdj

Posted in Believe it or not!, Inspiring, Photos

This Is Love

This lovely, hope-giving incident has made many smile through their tears. Enjoy:

This past week has been quite a doozy for me, and I find myself emotionally empty, physically drained, and in need of true fellowship and respite. I can’t get it from Levi today, as he is taking a well-deserved geek/guy break up in Denver with his buddies.

Anyway, after everything that has happened over the last month or so, I found myself itching to just get out. So, I decided to take the kids to Wendy’s. No play place, where they could share all kinds of yuck with any number of kids. The last thing I need is more illness. But that’s not what this post is about.

I was standing at the counter, ordering kids meals for all but Durin. He got an adult meal – the kid is officially a bottomless pit.

The lady tells me the total: $24.67.

I reach for my wallet, which … isn’t … *panic* … there

Read the rest of this amazing story, here . . . 354 more words.

Posted in Blessings of Habit, Home School, Inspiring

Summing up Summer

Green common beans on the plant.
Green beans. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do you ever come to the end of the summer vacation with NO IDEA where the days went?

I have found a solution that we love, that worked several summers for us.

We kept a journal.

It wasn’t fancy—just some lined paper stapled between construction paper, but we made it more fun than it sounds. You may want to copy this idea.

After the children chose the color for their journal cover, they took turns adding decorations to the front. These usually were made with crayon and stencil, for ease and speed, but you could do some creative cut and paste and make the cover, itself, part of the event.

My kids are so no-nonsense.

You will need enough pages for the whole summer, say, ninety days. We eventually made ours simple as possible, but if you would like illustrations along the way, inside your journal, you will have to allow more pages. We would put two day’s of activities on each page, in a list form.

Some days’ activities were planned for us. We always shopped on Tuesdays, for instance. When green beans HAD to be canned, they just had to be, regardless of our wishes. Excess rains might mean an extra mopping chore. No matter. Whatever we did, we recorded.

The other minor rule we used was that we would do two note-worthy things each day. They did not have to be magnificent or impressive; they just had to be things we actually DID. Of course, the children preferred writing about the fair and the water park, but our goal was to realize where the summer went, and if it went to mopping and canning, then so be it.

In the end, we had a great little reminder of each day, plus a good grasp on where all those days went. Try it this summer, and see!

Posted in Believe it or not!, Health, Who's the mom here?, Womanhood

The Anti-Woman “President”

Not long after the Planned Parenthood abortion business endorsed our presumed president in his bid for re-election, the White House pledged its opposition to a common sense bill that would ban sex-selection abortions. Why? Because the “president” is more concerned about subjecting abortion practitioners to prosecution than targeting gendercide.

“The government should not intrude in medical decisions or private family matters,” the White House said.

Private family matters? Personal medical decisions?

In China and India, millions of baby girls are killed in the womb, in grisly infanticides, or even sold not long after their birth by couples who don’t want a girl baby and can’t try for another child under the one-child policy. Those practices have resulted in a huge gender imbalance in those nations.

But when pro-life advocates in the United States sought to prevent such practices here, our “president” told us it’s not our business whether girls are killed specifically because they are girls since it’s a “private family matter.”

What kind of family makes murder a private family matter, anyway?

Read more here.

Posted in Believe it or not!, Health, Who's the mom here?, Wisdom, Womanhood

Our Tax Dollars at Work

BREAKING: The House of Representatives failed to pass a bill that would ban sex-selection abortions. With a 246-168 vote, the bill did not obtain the two-thirds majority necessary to pass. Republicans voted for the bill on a 226-7 margin while Democrats opposed banning sex-selection abortions on 161-20 vote margin.

The bill would have made it a federal offense to knowingly do any one of the following four things: (1) perform an abortion, at any time in pregnancy, knowing that such abortion is sought based on the sex or gender of the child; (2) use force or threat of force . . . for the purpose of coercing a sex-selection abortion; (3) solicit or accept funds to perform a sex-selection abortion; or (4) transport a woman into the U.S. or across state lines for this purpose. However, a woman upon whom a sex-selection abortion is performed may not be prosecuted or held civilly liable for any violation.

Just thought you ‘d like to be up to date on what our options have become. Not life, of course, not if we’re female, that is.

Posted in Believe it or not!, Inspiring, Photos, Who's the mom here?, Wisdom, Womanhood

Women Killing Women

infant
infant (Photo credit: soupboy)

I’ve recently been seen at a site that advances the idea that it’s okay to kill babies because unattached sperm “dies”, unattached ovums “die”, and malformed embryos die. So why not kill babies?

I am so saddened by this. For one thing, I love babies. I could happily work as a babysitter all my life, if I believed in farming babies out. But I don’t.

The thought of killing such an innocent, pretty, thing, just because it is in the way, nauseates me. It’s like bashing in the heads of kittens or defacing priceless works of art for fun, or something, only far worse, because the realization that a baby is a fellow-human intensifies my identification with it.

And if it does not move or sadden you, I challenge your humanity.

I can remember being a baby. It’s not too unusual for someone to remember something from babyhood. My mom and I figure I was probably 3 months old when my dad got a crew cut and all his gorgeous black waves were gone, revealing a pale forehead. My mother says I screamed when I saw him. I don’t remember the screaming, but I do remember the event. I remember I was surrounded with the quilted white satin liner of the bassinet where I lay, and I remember his grinning face appearing over the edge of it, so traumatizing because of being wrong, missing the hair. I remember his reaction to me, his surprise and a sort of hurt look on his face. I would not have known all the details except that I asked my mom about the bassinet and my memories, causing her to recall that day, to remember how they later thought it must have been the haircut that scared me. She filled in many details, but I — I remember it.
Is anything wrong? Are murder and theft wrong?
Of course.
And we need to ask ourselves why. Why is it wrong to kill someone? Why is it wrong to take something that is not ours? Why is it wrong to hate? Why is anything wrong?
We need to figure that out for many reason, but the reason I want to address is this: The stakes are rising. The latest, the new right/wrong that people are beginning to feel comfortable with is the selective attack on women that is permeating the whole world, INCLUDING THE U.S.A. Men and women are stealing, raping, and killing women for the mere reason that they are women, and no other reason.
Are we crazy?
Whether women, just because they are women, are sold, abused, or killed, can we all say, “It is wrong,” without being challenged?
Posted in Photos, Sayings

Saturday Sayings: Summer!

First line of the manuscript.
First line of the manuscript. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The year is 1250 and nothing much is different, it seems!

This ancient English song, the earliest known with words and musical notation printed together, is recorded in Thomas Warton‘s History of English Poetry, itself an ancient book from the 1700’s. Try to figure out the meaning of this older version of our language and enjoy!

Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu.
Sumer is i-cumin in—
   Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
   And springth the wude nu.
         Sing, cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
   Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth—
   Murie sing, cuccu!
         Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
   Ne swik thu naver nu!

To hear a sung rendition of it in a sweetly natural setting, consider viewing the movie, “Sarah, Plain and Tall“. This delightful version of the popular book of the same title speaks volumes to those of us who hunger for a lost childhood.