Pot O’ Beans and Attention Deficit Disorder

It is 65 degrees here today.  We have a left over ham that everyone is sick of eating.  It only makes sense to make a famous “Pot O’ Beans”.  The only problem is I have attention deficit disorder today and it has taken all day to get this post done and these beans cooked.  Here is the recipe and read on dear friends for the funny part.

Beans On Back Porch Table

Ingredients:

1-1/2 Pounds Dry Beans, Picked and Rinsed

4        Tablespoons Real Butter

1-1/2 Tablespoons Olive Oil

1         Large Purple Onion, Chopped

4         Cloves Garlic, Minced

3         Whole Sprigs Rosemary

3          Whole Sprigs Thyme

1           Leftover Ham Hock (use the one left over from Easter)

1-1/2  Tablespoons Hot Paprika

2         Teaspoons Course Salt

Preparation:

After rinsing and picking, place beans in large stock pot.  Cover with water and bring to a rolling boil.  Turn off the heat, cover and let sit for one hour.  Drain the beans in the collander used for rinsing.   Use the stock pot to add olive oil, butter, garlic, onions.  Cook until softened.  Add the beans, ham hock and cover with water.  Add rosemary, thyme, paprika and salt.   Simmer with lid for two hours checking and adding water as needed.  Add salt and simmer for another hour.  Serve with cornbread.

Attention Deficit Disorder:

1.  Start a post about chickens and remember to look up a phone number.

2.  Look up phone number, see an advertisement for slip covers.

3.  See advertisement for slip covers,  go out into the garage to measure chairs and see husband in garden.

4.  See husband in garden, show him tomato stakes and go get tomato stakes.

5.  Get tomato stakes, take to husband and remember post about chickens.

6.  Post about chickens requires photo, get camera, take pictures and see neighbor mowing for hay.

7.  See neighbor mowing hay, want to make him banana bread and make banana bread.

8.  Make banana bread, no chocolate chips and call neighbor to borrow chocolate chips.

9.  Call neighbor who doesn’t have chocolate chips, send son to town, make bread, talk to neighbor and wait for chocolate chips.

10. Waiting for chocolate chips, decide to use what I have for one loaf for neighbor mowing hay and neighbor comes in after mowing.

11.  Neighbor comes in and we visit about canning,  neighbor looks at our garden and I remember chicken post.

12.  Remember chicken post, decide to post about beans ( thank God I did put the pot of beans on this morning) and think of new post.

13.  New post will be Pot O’ Beans, yum! .. get a bowl of beans, take it outside to take picture and see the herbs growing in pot on patio.

14.  See herbs in pot, take picture, go to front and take picture of rosemary in flower bed, always wanted a picture from under the oak tree.

15.  Take picture under the oak tree, might as well take pictures of the flower beds and remember bowl of beans on back porch.

16. Return to back porch, beans not there, find beans, get recipe and go to computer.

17.  At computer, uploading photos and marvel at how I get anything done!

Oh yeah, the post was supposed to be about chickens.  I’ll try again tomorrow because now I need to serve some beans and corn bread to the men of the house.

Herbs Growing On Back Porch

 

Rosemary In Front Bed
Front Of House From Under The Oak

 

 

1.   Stop writing, upload photos and discover one has to be retaken.

2.  Retake photo on porch, see husband who hands me a dirty barbeque spatula and decide to wash spatula.

3.  Wash spatula, return to computer and remember chickens need to be put up.

4.  Put up chickens, remember beans, serve beans and remember post………………………………………………………………………………………..

5.  ……………………………………

 

 

 

 

 

My Redeemer Lives: Job 19:25-27

For I know that my Redeemer lives.  And He shall stand at last on the earth; and after my skin is destroyed, this I know, that in my flesh I shall see God whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.  How my heart yearns within me!  (Job 19:25-27)

Sometimes the only thing I am certain of is:  My Redeemer Lives!  That is powerful, non-negotiable and the rock I stand on.    I know it with all my heart.  I believe it with every fiber of my soul and my spirit cries out to Him knowing that He knows what it’s like to suffer.

On Palm Sunday, He was greeted like a king while he rode on a donkey.   The people lined the street laying palms in the path.   For a brief moment, they knew in their being that He was special; but, to them it was someone who would release them from an oppressive Roman government.   He was an answer to them in this world.  That’s how it goes.  Some see this time on earth as all there is and God may bless them now, but what if this is “it”  for them?  That was all there was for those that chose to live for the moment and renounce The King of Kings for not getting them out of their troubles right then.

By the next day, the destruction of His character, bearing false witness to be more exact, began.  His followers asked Him to hide, to stop; but, He knew what was coming and it was part of our redemption.   He sweated blood and asked His Father to “let this cup pass”.   Three times he asked even so  He would willingly  submit to His Father’s will.  Knowing that one of His own would betray Him and another would deny Him, He bore our sins.  There was the spit; the shame; the crown pushed into his head; the beating until He was unrecognizable; the mocking sign “King of the Jews”; the pain; the sorrow; and, the crucifixion.   And He cried, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

NOW THE VICTORY!  He rose from the tomb whole except for the scars which were seen to let us know that He was fully human and fully God by His death and resurrection.  He is no longer nailed to the cross and we are no longer condemned.  There is nothing that we can do that can take His place in pain or blood or suffering to save ourselves.  There is ONLY ONE WAY to God:  John 14:6 says, “Jesus saith unto him, I am THE WAY, THE TRUTH, and THE LIFE: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me.”    He is seated at the right hand of Our Father.  He is to judge the living and the dead and will come again to receive His own.  “At that time the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky, and all the nations of the earth will mourn. They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory. And He will send His angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather His elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.” (Matthew 24:30-31)

PRAISE GOD!

The Chicken Chronicles: The Tub

On a rainy morning before the sun cam up, not too long after we brought the girls home, I was thinking of what I would do with eight chickens inside the house in a box.  Plain and simple, I was feeling sorry for them especially when I peeked in the box and saw this…

In my early morning, pre-coffee haze, I thought of the bath tub …

 

Believing the best, I want to think of her as a chick sitter; but, because she has had a chick’s head in her mouth I am still unclear on Catie’s true motives…

Stay tuned for more of The Chicken Chronicles.

A Sense of Duty

Just outside Fredericksburg, Texas, stands “The Texas Whitehouse”.  It was the ranch home of Lyndon Johnson and his wife, Lady Bird.  It boasts a total of 6,600 square feet and sits on a compound with an airstrip long enough for Air Force One to have landed there many times during his troubled presidency.  What struck me the most, when I entered the house, was how understated, simple, but purposeful each room was.  The park guide told us about the President’s office, of which Lady Bird carefully added and then later used as a second living space after he died.  The office has now been restored to take you back to when he was at the height of his career.   Lady Bird would place the Christmas tree in the office between the President’s desk and his secretary’s since he rarely would leave the telephone or the television mounted to the right of the fire-place.  Their two girls would visit him there along with heads of state, congressmen and world leaders.  If walls could talk…

When we moved from the living room to the dining room, the guide pointed out the President’s place at the head of the table and showed us his view of the three television sets (NBC, CBS, ABC), positioned side by side so that he could sit, eat and watch.  There was a phone on the buffet next to his chair to call the network chiefs if something did not meet Lyndon’s approval.   Apparently, after a stroke, Lady Bird placed the President on a restrictive diet for his own good; but, if you sat next to him he would eat off your plate, especially dessert.  This embarrassed Lady Bird and she tried her best to keep those that would be least offended seated next to Lyndon and other dignitaries closer to her end of the table.  The table was set with dishes that she received from her brother, painted with a blue bird, swirls and other embellishments.   These were later discovered to have been painted with lead based paint and put away.

In their first bedroom together, the guide told us of how during the night the President would be needed.  He would sit up in bed, with the first lady beside him,  and conduct business without a second thought.    Lady Bird built herself a bedroom of her own to be more accommodating.  In his last years,  the room was used to play cards or as a private sitting area and they had adjoining rooms elsewhere in the house.

Although we were unable to take photos inside, I have something imprinted on my heart that I saw in Lady Bird’s private bedroom.  On her bed were three pillows:  a bolster with “Lady Bird” delicately embroidered in green with a bird beside it; the pillow on the left was embroidered in the same shade and written in plain cursive was, “I slept and dreamed that life was beauty”; the one beside must have been the message of her heart, “I woke and found that life was duty”.

As daughters of The King, wives, mothers, sisters, daughters,  we all have duties to carry out.  These past months have been so burdened with grief, despair, fluctuating between anger and healing, but somehow my duties have been carried out.  Laundry, cooking, praying, gardening, birthday celebrations, spring break, homeschooling, bills, chickens, antique booth, all of these my duties;  I am grateful for these and I am endeavoring to consider these my honor.  I found this scripture and find it very helpful:

Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, holding fast the Word of Life, so that I may rejoice in the Day of Christ that I have not run in vain or labored in vain.  Phillipians 2:14-16

A work in progress is what I am.

 

Apple Cobbler

After joining an organic coop and receiving several apples in the box, my sons asked  for a cobbler  late that night.  Yes, that’s why I need sugar free desserts because I am constantly making the fully loaded for my six foot plus sons and husband who can eat and eat and never gain a thing.   The funny thing is I had planned on taking a bath while the cobbler cooled and then take pictures for the post.  I prepared it, baked it, took it out of the oven to cool, took a bath and then…

HERE IS WHAT I FOUND WHEN I FINISHED MY BATH…

Apple Cobbler

Ingredients:

4        Gala Apples Sliced Thin (remove skins if you like)

1        Stick Butter

1        Cup Flour

1        Cup Sugar

1        Cup Milk

2        Teaspoons Baking Powder

1         Teaspoon Vanilla

Sugar and Cinnamon to Sprinkle

Preparation:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.   Spray 9×13 baking dish.  Add whole stick of butter and melt in oven.  Remove and add apples, spreading out in dish with butter.  Mix batter and pour over apples.  Place in oven and bake for 40 minutes or until browned.  Remove and sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on top if desired.  Serve with ice cream.