Stormy Weather

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I love a good storm!

Wind, Rain, Lightening, Thunder~ cue WIND, again!

More rain!  Dark clouds!  Gusts of wind scattering leaves around!

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Rain coming down so heavy you can hardly see across the street!

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I sit on my front porch and feel the elements- it feels like I’m directing the storm.

We had a wonderful storm last week- and they are promising one for tomorrow- with snow and sleet attached!!!!

Only tomorrow I’m headed back down to Columbus to spend some time with the grandchildren and Willow-and they don’t get lake effect storms that far south.  Lake effect is either the curse or bonus of NE Ohio- we get a LOT of snow because of Lake Erie. 

The leaves may all be down by the time I come home- the trees naked- November chill set in  -and  headed into Thanksgiving!

I’ve got to get working on my hand made Christmas gifts!

Maybe I’ll just make everyone SOCKS!

Or fruitcake.

I think I need to have a brainstorm to come up with some more ideas.

Soon!

A story and a recipe- Cabbage and homemade noodles.

When my sister Robin and I were little girls, by mother sponsored a lady from Yugoslavia to come to the United States.  My mother was very busy working in the greenhouse and in the floral business- plus she had seven children – three of us – 6,4,and2 years of age- needing to still be watched over.

Mrs. Benko came – speaking only Slovak-and spent a year (or maybe, less) with us- cooking and cleaning.  She was a very nice lady- I remember she could ride a bike in her skirts and didn’t seem very interested in learning English.  I was little and I was never in on the details- but I don’t think she liked it here much and went home to be with her husband.

I do remember two things very clearly.

Robin and I teased her, by running through the kitchen and untying her apron when she was cooking.  It was probably more me than Robin doing the teasing, but I loved getting her upset, because she would chase after us, shaking her wooden spoon in the air and shouting out words in Slovak.  Once, she chased us into the bathroom where we scrambled into the bathtub and hugged each other while she shook that spoon under our noses.

Then she tied her apron back on and went back to work in the kitchen.

The other thing I remember is her cooking.  My mother was a good cook.  But she was an American and used to short cut cooking.  Mrs. Benko made food from scratch.  Breads, strudel, cookies, soups- all homemade and delicious.

And she made her own noodles.  All the time.

One meal ALL she made were noodle dishes. 

Poppyseed noodles.

Cottage cheese noodles.

Buttered crumb noodles.

Potato noodles.

AND Cabbage noodles.

My family sat down at the table and my brothers started commenting on all the noodle dishes.  That’s when my father spoke sternly- ” Everybody shut up and eat.  And smile- she made us a meal to enjoy.  Eat it!”

I was happy to eat all noodles.  I love carbohydrates!  And I love cabbage noodles.  Here’s a recipe for the home made kind.

 Ingredients:

1 egg
1/4 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup flour (about)

-Beat egg slightly.

 

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Add flour and salt and mix together.

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Knead until smooth.

Flour your surface liberally.

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Roll out dough until very thin.  Add flour as needed.

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Roll out and flour, again, until very, very thin.

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Dust with flour and fold into thirds.

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Cut with sharp knife into medium thin pieces.

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Then cut those pieces in half.

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Separate and drop into large pan of salted boiling water.

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Boil for only about 5-7 minutes, then take out with a slotted spoon.

I boiled them in batches- about 1/3 at a time- it takes some time to separate the noodles.

Now, just chop up some cabbage fine, salt it and let it sit for a while.

Then squeeze out most of the liquid and sautee the cabbage in either a little evoo or bacon fat.  In my family, we always let the cabbage get a little brown- but you can stop when it becomes soft and translucent and add to the noodles.  Stir well and you have an excellent side dish.

One that would make Mrs. Benko proud.

And the sock saga continues…

 

I admit it.

I have a fascination with socks.

Funny thing is- I don’t even like to wear socks.

I don’t even like to wear shoes- I’m mostly barefoot or in sandals.

But I like making socks! 🙂

Only, I make them from the bottom up instead of from the top down.

So the sock is made for individual feet.  You need to have an image of the particular foot to make them this way. 

Who would have thought it was so hard to get people to give you a hard copy of their foot?  I asked my brother at least two months ago for a cardboard cut out of his foot.  I still don’t have it.  I asked his daughter to help him draw around his foot and send me a copy on paper.  Still – no foot.

I asked my niece, Meredith, for a cut out of her foot.  She lives in Japan- I can’t just go and do it myself.

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but that doesn’t help when I need a pattern for her foot.

I told her of my dilemma and she put her foot up to the Skype camera.

I will spare you that particular picture.

I finally traced Cynthia’s foot which is the same length and general size- pared it down to make it slimmer-

and-

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here they are!  Knitted with wool Meredith brought me from New Zealand.

Now I’m working on a pair for Luke!

Bamboo and wool in a charcoal grey!

Technical difficulty…

I can’t seem to get my pictures uploaded.

And the posts I want to put up need pictures.

So – I will keep trying – and until then-

I will be doing my psalm later today.

I just hate it that the last post was that dopey “pocketbook” entry- a bit of capricious whimsey that bothers me everytime I log on to upload the pictures for …well, suffice it to say, I’m frustrated!

My Pocketbook

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That’s what my mother always called it.

I call it a purse or in this case, a bag.

I think it’s supposed to be a designer- but I don’t know enough about designers to have recognized it and I threw away the tag. 

Cynthia bought it for me at a consignment shop- and I really like it.

Designer or not- it is big and roomy with lots of pockets (hence the title)- and it is real leather and smells like an expensive bag (at least it did when I could smell- now with this cold I cannot smell anything!).

Aidan likes it, too.  He was rummaging around when I was at their house and kept making “hmm!” sounds.  Like as if he was finding treasure.

Which brings me back to the picture above.

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my pocketbook treasures.

A small whistle from the fair, a booklight, and my traveling measuring spoons.

These are so handy- they go into my purse every time I change it up.

They are good to have in a pinch, can attract attention if I’m in a jam- AND- they are great for distracting small children during long church services.  (except the whistle- I wouldn’t use that during a long church service.  Although it might be interesting to see if it would – NO- I WOULDN’T use that during church services, at all.)

Do you have pocketbook treasures?

Are they shiny and useful and noisy?

Just wondering.

A bouquet of prayer

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I’m expecting  a new grandson, soon.

That means Willow is expecting and ripe with this baby.

This morning – in anticipation of the event- I walked around the yard- praying for them.  The baby, Willow, Luke and Aidan.  Praying for safety and timing, for wisdom and strength, for health and endurance, for joyous beginnings.  Just praying.   And as I walked and prayed, I picked a branch here, a spray there, a pinch, a pull, and suddenly- a BOUQUET was in my hands.

It was built on the wings of prayer- the pine for the mountains Willow was raised in, the eucalyptus for its fresh enduring fragrance, parsley- that’s for perseverance, sage for wisdom, rosemary for remembrance, bittersweet for the pain and the joy to follow, lavender for the sweetness, and lemongrass for the freshness of spirit.

I didn’t plan what to pick- this is what I had available in my garden today- but it is all appropriate for a new mother and baby.  I brought it inside and wrapped it together with a ribbon and added a bow- a prayer bouquet.

 

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Of course, I am also prepared with baby and little boy toys-

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Flowers are fine- but the way to Aidan’s heart may just run along a Thomas the train railway track!

Small Joys

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The smell of eucalyptus in my living room!

 

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Knitted pumpkin tea cozies!

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Clam chowder on a coolish evening.

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Easter lilies blooming in the fall.

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Turkeys made from pressed leaves.

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More knitted tea cozies!

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Stevia finally blooming!

And all of you, my friends!

I love to hear from you- and know that we are touching each others lives in ways that make us better- in small ways that make us stronger- in joyous ways that make the world smaller and easier to deal with each day.

I loved watching the cheering worldwide when the Chilean miners came up from their long immurement.  We need to cheer each other on and celebrate those things that are joyous. 

Thank you for cheering me on!