What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, October 13, 2014

In Between Days


.... a few moments from all of our wanderings recently...
Andrew wasn't with me for one trip so I took pictures of cows for him, thus the abundance of bovine beauties above.

When Matt and I went out of town for the weekend we had to figure out who would milk our cow while we were away.  Matt walked her to a farm over the hill to be included in his herd while we were gone.  It was quite a walk!  And when Penny came back, Skeeter came running and kicking up in joy to have his friend back home where she belongs.  It was sweet.

.Last week was bookended with me taking two weekend road trips...one with my girls and I tagging along with my Mom and her children for an overnight and the other for an overnight and visit with some good friends at their harvest party.  Almost 20 hours in the car between the two trips.  In the in between days, there was enough time only to get some cheese made, laundry washed, school done, dehydrate some apple chips for (more) road snacks and get a few things canned before repacking the suitcase.  It was fun, oh, it was fun.

The day before the first trip I spent an hour or so scouring the garden for any ripe/almost ripe/green tomatoes in good condition for one last tomato haul. I never expected it to frost- I simply told myself, after this last haul, I would declare myself "officially done" with tomatoes, no matter what. Unfortunately for me, the one night I was away, the frost came and decimated all the tender crops- the worst of which being my whole cutting garden full of beautiful cosmos and zinnias and all my basil.   I can't help but lament wasting time on TOMATOES that night when there were zinnias and basil at stake.  WHY was I picking tomatoes when I could have been picking basil and flowers?!?  I will miss the constant blooms in every room of the house- one of the dreariest parts of winter.  

Despite the flower/basil disappointments, I am thankful that the garden is beginning to wind down for the year.  There is still plenty in the garden to grab.  I have not yet harvested the potatoes, there are plenty of beets to take care of, lots of kale, swiss chard and collards.  Even some broccoli still chugging along.  And a beautiful selection of eggplants to admire...which I know not what to do with.  What does one do with eggplant (besides eggplant parmesan)?  That was an experimental crop this year and one I did only because I have always admired the loveliness of their appearance.  I suppose I should have thought ahead on that one... 

There is the clearing of garden beds and layers of mulch to add (ah- one detriment to a no-till garden is that you must work at the END of the season on the beds as well as in the beginning of the season.)  But I am thankful to feel a winding down and a certain slowing to what needs to be done.  And I am looking forward to doing those things that have needed to be set aside throughout the summer.

I've been wearing socks again.  And drinking steamy vanilla chai tea with a spot (or two) of real, heavy cream every morning.  We've been eating dinner in the dark and waking up to the dark and feeling as if we may freeze when we hop into our cold, cotton sheets every night.  (Mental note: switch to flannel sheets before bed tonight!)  I have been itching to write letters again and believe it won't be long before I have the moments needed to scratch that itch.

Matt brought in our first load of wood into the basement but we haven't yet lit it up.  I don't know how long we will last- it is a bit of a goal each year for Matt to put it off- but we have no other form of heat source other than the woodstove, so it gets cold.  Really, I would just absolutely adore a fireplace in the living room. Or small pellet stove.  Or fireplace gas insert for that matter.  So that on these chilly in between days, when we have not yet started to warm up the basement with our woodstove heat but there is just the right amount of cold in the air to get chilled- we could have a little place to go to shake off the chill and get cozy.  We'd sit there, curled up on the floor and soak up the warmth...oh, I can almost feel it.   It's a pipe dream, I know, but I dream it anyway.


Anonymous said...

Hello! I have been reading your blog since before Judah was born. I enjoy reading about your little family and all your industrious endeavors. My little family of 5 is all grown up and going to college now!

Anyway, I wanted to tell you what we do with eggplant. We peel and boil them until tender and mushy. Then we use to make eggplant fritters. I usually double this receipe to feed the 6 of us. You can also freeze the eggplant once you boiled it. I freeze it in 2 cup increments.

Mix together:
1 egg
1 T sugar
1/2 t. salt
2 T. milk
2 T. onion, chopped or grated
1 cup eggplant
1/2 cup self rising flour.
Add flour at the very last minute when you are ready to fry the patties. Drop by spoonfuls in hot oil and fry until browned.

Happy Eating!

Semiregular Longtime said...

Baba ghanouj, the smokier the better.

Cindy said...

roasted slices of eggplant drizzled with olive oil is yummmm.

Terri said...

Baba ghanouj, caponata, peel it and cut it up to freeze for stir fries later. Those are just a few eggplant suggestions.

Anonymous said...

Hi, we use our eggplant on homemade pizza!! Absolutey delicious with pesto sauce, tomato, onion and lots of mozzarella!!
I really enjoy your blog!

Anonymous said...

Lots of eggplant ? Take a tour around the world in your homeschool sampling international recipes.

Babaganouj (different regions of the world make different versions), Baingan Bartha (India), Moussaka (Greece) plus Mediterranean cuisine. I think China even has a version of egg plant fries. Roasted egg plant is just divine. When in doubt use it like Zucchini.

Happy cooking !

Full of Grace said...

You are right. Mrs Ort hardly ages! If only I can look that good when I am old! :)