Pumpkin Soup
Here's yet another picture of a soup I've made this month.
I had some for lunch with brown bread.
That *wedge* in the picture was my dessert:
Brie stuffed with fig preserves and roasted, salted pecans and baked in puff pastry.
Yum!
Here's the link for the recipe.
Stay tuned for more photos because the split pea will be served next week as well as turkey noodle.
'Hidden art' is found in the 'minor' areas of life. By 'minor' I (Edith Schaeffer)mean what is involved in the 'everyday' of anyone's life, rather than his career or profession. Each person has some talent which is unfulfilled in some 'hidden area' of his being, and which could be expressed and developed.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Family Poetry
Absence
With leaden foot Time creeps along
While Delia is away:
With her, not plaintive was the song,
Nor tedious was the day.
Ah, envious Pow'r! reverse my doom;
Now double thy career,
Strain ev'ry nerve, stretch ev'ry plume,
And rest them when she's here!
Richard Jago
English Cleric
1715 - 1781
Wonder if we're related?
Absence
With leaden foot Time creeps along
While Delia is away:
With her, not plaintive was the song,
Nor tedious was the day.
Ah, envious Pow'r! reverse my doom;
Now double thy career,
Strain ev'ry nerve, stretch ev'ry plume,
And rest them when she's here!
Richard Jago
English Cleric
1715 - 1781
Wonder if we're related?
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Turkey Stock
Today I am slow-roasting a turkey. I know it's a little early. Thanksgiving is still five days hence. But I will need the stock. So, after pulling all the meat off the bones this evening, I will freeze the meat for later use. I will put all the bones and skin in a large (8qt) stock pot and add two carrots, one very large white onion, two stalks celery, a clove of garlic, a few peppercorns, and enough water to cover all that. After bringing it to a boil, I will reduce the heat and let in simmer four hours with the lid cocked. After it cools downs a bit, I will drain the stock, toss out the bones/skins etc, and place the remaining liquid in the refrigerator to chill. The next day, I will skim the hardened fat off the top of the stock and relish in the taste of homemade turkey stock.
Now you are wondering what I will do with that stock. I need at least six cups for the cornbread dressing and four cups for the pearl onion gravy. Oh, and six cups for the pumpkin soup. That only leaves a bit for turkey noodle soup or turkey tetrazzini, two of my favorite Thanksgiving leftovers.
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Today I am slow-roasting a turkey. I know it's a little early. Thanksgiving is still five days hence. But I will need the stock. So, after pulling all the meat off the bones this evening, I will freeze the meat for later use. I will put all the bones and skin in a large (8qt) stock pot and add two carrots, one very large white onion, two stalks celery, a clove of garlic, a few peppercorns, and enough water to cover all that. After bringing it to a boil, I will reduce the heat and let in simmer four hours with the lid cocked. After it cools downs a bit, I will drain the stock, toss out the bones/skins etc, and place the remaining liquid in the refrigerator to chill. The next day, I will skim the hardened fat off the top of the stock and relish in the taste of homemade turkey stock.
Now you are wondering what I will do with that stock. I need at least six cups for the cornbread dressing and four cups for the pearl onion gravy. Oh, and six cups for the pumpkin soup. That only leaves a bit for turkey noodle soup or turkey tetrazzini, two of my favorite Thanksgiving leftovers.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Onlookers
Onlookers by Luci Shaw
Behind our shield of health, each
of us must sense another's anguish
second-hand; we are agnostic
in the face of dying. So Joseph
felt, observer of the push
and splash of birth, and even Mary,
mourner, under the cross's arm.
Only their son, and God's,
in bearing all our griefs
felt them first-hand, climbing
himself our rugged hill of pain.
His nerves, enfleshed, carried
the messages of nails, the tomb's
chill. His ever-open wounds
still blazon back to us the penalty
we never bore, and heaven
gleams for us more real,
crossed with that human blood.
Wow! Have you ever had a poem grab the the first time you read it? To me it usually takes reading over and over to comprehend most poems. Furthermore, there is a Flannery O'Connor quote after the title in the book Sacrifice of Praise where I found Onlookers.
Sickness is a place...where there's no company, where nobody can follow.
Suffice it to say that I am praying for those who are ill and infirm today.
Click on the time to comment and leave the name of a sick friend who needs prayer.
Behind our shield of health, each
of us must sense another's anguish
second-hand; we are agnostic
in the face of dying. So Joseph
felt, observer of the push
and splash of birth, and even Mary,
mourner, under the cross's arm.
Only their son, and God's,
in bearing all our griefs
felt them first-hand, climbing
himself our rugged hill of pain.
His nerves, enfleshed, carried
the messages of nails, the tomb's
chill. His ever-open wounds
still blazon back to us the penalty
we never bore, and heaven
gleams for us more real,
crossed with that human blood.
Wow! Have you ever had a poem grab the the first time you read it? To me it usually takes reading over and over to comprehend most poems. Furthermore, there is a Flannery O'Connor quote after the title in the book Sacrifice of Praise where I found Onlookers.
Sickness is a place...where there's no company, where nobody can follow.
Suffice it to say that I am praying for those who are ill and infirm today.
Click on the time to comment and leave the name of a sick friend who needs prayer.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Integration
In the second to the last paragraph of Mrs. Schaeffer's chapter entitled *Integration,* she states: 'This true integration comes only when man is integrated with the Trinity.'
I am mildly intrigued by Rosa Parks
O Lord, help me to see people the way You do.
In the second to the last paragraph of Mrs. Schaeffer's chapter entitled *Integration,* she states: 'This true integration comes only when man is integrated with the Trinity.'
I am mildly intrigued by Rosa Parks
O Lord, help me to see people the way You do.
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