Ramps and where to get them

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Ramps are wild onions.

They grow in wooded and damp areas in West Virginia, Ohio, and

probably most states in the Midwest.

The flavor is rather mild when you consider the reputation- and ,  in

my opinion, they aren’t any worse on the breath than any other

onion. 

Luke, Jordan and I bought some at Mustard Seed Market for

$5.99 a pound, so they certainly aren’t cheap.  (Although a lady

walking by as we picked ours out said we could go to Furnace Run,

in Richfield and pick them for free- except it is against the law to

pick things in the MetroParks.  So I don’t think I’ll be doing that.)

You could probably plant some and let then multiply in a quiet corner

of your garden- but they DO multiply- and then you pull up every

second plant.

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Cut off the root section, like you would a scallion, and any part of the

green that is discolored or damaged,

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layer them with some fresh asparagus, drizzle with olive oil, lemon

juice,sea salt and pepper and roast in the oven for about 25 minutes.

The result is slightly crunchy and sour and salty.

YUM!

JOY!!!

Psalm 113

Hallelujah! You who serve God, praise God!
      Just to speak his name is praise!
   Just to remember God is a blessing—
      now and tomorrow and always.
   From east to west, from dawn to dusk,
      keep lifting all your praises to God!
4-9 God is higher than anything and anyone,
      outshining everything you can see in the skies.
   Who can compare with God, our God,
      so majestically enthroned,
   Surveying his magnificent
      heavens and earth?
   He picks up the poor from out of the dirt,
      rescues the wretched who’ve been thrown out with the trash,
   Seats them among the honored guests,
      a place of honor among the brightest and best.
   He gives childless couples a family,
      gives them joy as the parents of children.
   Hallelujah!

Happy Mother’s Day!

“Remember  God is a blessing-

now and tomorrow and always.”

The whole patriarchal language of the Bible

renders most of our references to God as “HE”-

MALE.  But there are other references that speak of a mother

figure- El Shaddai – being the most obvious in speaking of God

as a nursing mother.  Shad  meaning breast.

I love the imagery of our Mother/Father God who nurtures Her/His children.

God is our perfect parent.  And He shares the wealth by giving us children-

gives us joy as the parents of children.

My niece recently adopted a little boy.

He has become a welcome and essential  member of our family.

Happy Mother’s Day to Willow and Allyson, my favorite young mothers.

Happy Mother’s Day to Clarice, my heart mother, whom I love and honor and respect.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who are mothers- and know that particular blessing,

trial, and joy.

Hallelujah! 

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Perfect Mom faces!  I’m watching you- be careful- stop- don’t move-

What are you doing??? 

Fig and Hazelnut Bread

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My friend, Joanna, posted this bread on her blog , Zeb Bakes .

Only hers looks a lot better than mine.

It is so very good.  I kind of fudged on her recipe, because it is in grams and I 

am a firm believer in cups and ounces, tablespoons, and  Farenheit temperatures.

So this is my recipe.

3 cups bread flour

2 cups whole wheat flour

1/2 cup rye flour

1 or 2 TBSP soft butter

2 tsps sea salt

1 1/2 cups warm water

2 tsps yeast

1 1/2 cups of sliced dried figs

1 cup partially chopped hazelnuts

1 TBSP fennel seed

(optional- 1/2 tsp finely minced rosemary)

Mix together flours and salt.  Make a well in the center of the flour and

pour water and yeast into the well.  Mix the yeast (add 1/2 tsp sugar, to get it started)

and let it sit for a couple of minutes to prove the yeast.

Add butter and mix well, adding warm water to get a pliable dough- up to 3/4 cup more.

When the dough is well mixed, add the figs, hazelnuts and fennel.

Knead for about 10 minutes and then place in a well greased bowl and cover.

Let this raise for about 2 1/2 hours- poke it with your finger to make sure it is flexible.

Shape into a ball and place into a bowl that has a piece of parchment paper molded into it.

Raise for another hour and a half-preheat oven and cast iron kettle to 425 degrees F

and then carefully lift edges of parchment paper and place entire dough into kettle and

cover with a lid.  Bake for 25 minutes with lid on- then lower the heat to 375 and take off

the lid and bake another 20 minutes.

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It is great with butter, or toasted, and today we had ham sandwiches with it and they

were magnificent.

Phone calls that take you back-

 Adam Jr (3) Pauline 1920

Ha –ha!  Not this far back!  My Uncle Adam and my mother in 1920.

Yesterday I got a call asking about my mother’s married status in

1994.  It was for an improperly filled out land deed transaction and

the clerk just wanted to fill in the missing information.

I gave her what she needed and the call was over in just a couple of

minutes.  But I have been skimming around in those years now-

looking at the past.  Rethinking and remembering.

Pauline and Ruthie 1935

Here she is again in 1935- about 17 years old.

My parents anniversary is coming up on May 6th.  When he died,

they had been married for 32 years.   She lived another 34 years as

a widow- not interested in marrying again- she said there was no

one else she could love like she did my father.

 

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And here they are- she is about 32 here- so around-  I don’t know-

my brain isn’t up to math today.

But there they are- in love- facing life and death together.

I miss my parents.

They were brave and beautiful.

They lived through tumultuous times and survived.

They loved and lost and won and gave their children

a firm base to grow upon.

And now I’M Grandma.

Funny- I still feel like a little girl.

Crystalizing violets

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First you have to pick them!

No pictures of that.  With my sciatica still verging in the background,

I wasn’t going to try sitting to pick, so there would have been a lot

of backside bending pictures- and I will tell you that I have no intention

of ever willingly posting any picture of that!

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I picked a lot of violets.

And then I got out the super fine sugar and added a little violet colored

sugar and whirred it about in the food processor to make it all very fine.

Then I beat an egg white by hand and foamed up the top so that I could paint

the surface of the petals.

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You have to paint both front and back of each petal and then dredge them with

sugar.  And then-  either allow them to air dry- which takes several days- or

pop them into the microwave and dry them in 15 second bursts of power.

Check for dryness after each 15 second interval.  You want them to dry- not cook, or

HORRORS, burn. 

There is a lot of moisture in a violet, so it may take a while to dry- but keep a close

eye on the whole process- it takes a long time to make these delectable beauties

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But they make the most beautiful and tasty garnish for lemon curd tartlets.

I made about 80 violet confections over the weekend.

My husband thinks I’m nuts.

Well, maybe.

Psalm 148- who’s who in the world of PraiseGod.

Psalm 148

Hallelujah! Praise God from heaven,
      praise him from the mountaintops;
   Praise him, all you his angels,
      praise him, all you his warriors,
   Praise him, sun and moon,
      praise him, you morning stars;
   Praise him, high heaven,
      praise him, heavenly rain clouds;
   Praise, oh let them praise the name of God—
      he spoke the word, and there they were!
6 He set them in place
      from all time to eternity;
   He gave his orders,
      and that’s it!
7-12 Praise God from earth,
      you sea dragons, you fathomless ocean deeps;
   Fire and hail, snow and ice,
      hurricanes obeying his orders;
   Mountains and all hills,
      apple orchards and cedar forests;
   Wild beasts and herds of cattle,
      snakes, and birds in flight;
   Earth’s kings and all races,
      leaders and important people,
   Robust men and women in their prime,
      and yes, graybeards and little children.
13-14 Let them praise the name of God—
      it’s the only Name worth praising.
   His radiance exceeds anything in earth and sky;
      he’s built a monument—his very own people!

   Praise from all who love God!
      Israel’s children, intimate friends of God.
   Hallelujah!

Did you know there was a Royal Wedding last week?

I wasn’t invited, but they let all of us nobodies watch from afar

on television.  I watched the news after to see :

1) her dress

2) the balcony kiss.

But weddings have always seemed like private affairs to me.

I got married on a Tuesday afternoon and didn’t send out any

invitations.  Some people showed up anyway and that was fine-

but I felt like it was between Frank and me and God.

So I wasn’t  all that interested in the details or guest list- until I heard

that Posh Spice and David Beckham and Elton John were invited and

President Obama wasn’t.  If you have a big powerful wedding- I think

you should invite big powerful people.  Not sports and music personalities.

But it wasn’t up to me.

I  do, however , like the guest list above.

The “Come and praise the Lord with us” guest list.

It starts up in the Heavens- includes all the powerful entities (Angels,warriors,

Stars, Sun, Moon, Rainclouds).

Then it gets down to earth and invites everyone who is anyone- Sea dragons, ocean

waves, weather and it’s relatives,mountains,hills, orchards,forests, wild beasts, cattle,

snakes, birds, Kings, leaders, important people.

And the list goes on men and women in their prime and of course,

the ever present graybeards and little children.

We are all invited!!!

We fit into the intimate friends of God- especially if we know His Son, Jesus Christ!

This is it – the party of the millenium- of the ages- and we are invited!

I’m there!

Spring view

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I have been so incapacitated with this sciatica.

It just won’t go away and it flairs up and catches me when I’m not expecting it.

So I’m taking advantage of the quiet moments when it is biding its time,

planning an attack.

I went out and  took some pictures the other day.

AND made it to a greenhouse-(Quailcrest, outside of Wooster).

For me- Spring means greenhouses as well as new growth.

I love the smells, the humidity inside the structure, the

drippy atmosphere, THE DIRT!!!

So – without further ado, here is MY springview.

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lily of the valley, trillium, bloodroot, and wild geranium.

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narcissus

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Virginia blue bells

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ajuga, or bugleweed

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flowering quince

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a yardfull of violets-

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And greenhouse- GLorious greenhouse!

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I bought herbs and lavender- I just can’t wait to get it into the ground!

(DIRT- MARVELOUS- Dirt!)

Today it is raining- but hopefully not ALL day!

Isn’t Spring grand?

Psalm 22- guest blog-by Frank Fodor

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This is holy week, a week of passion , so I chose the 22nd Psalm

o look at.  The psalm is one of being overwhelmed, which David

feels, but interestingly, the Psalm skips down the Davidic line

some 1000 years later and focuses on the Messiah, Jesus Christ.

From its beginning line, Jesus quotes in aramaic,

“Eli, Eli, lami sabaththani?”

“My God, my God, why have  you forsaken me?

Why are you so far from helping me? And from the words of

my groaning?

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not hear.

And in the night season, and am not silent.”

I’m sure at some point in our lives, we have all felt that way,

but in spite of our feelings, it all comes down to trusting.

“ But you are holy, who inhabit the praises of Israel.

Our fathers trusted in you, they trusted and you delivered

them  They cried to you and were delivered.  They trusted in

you and were not ashamed.”

In spite of our faith or the faith of our fathers the feeling still remains-

“ But I am a worm and no man.  A reproach of men and despised of the

people.  All those who see me laugh me to scorn.  They shoot out the

lip, saying, ‘He trusted in the Lord let Him rescue Him;

since He delights in Him!’”

Matthew records these exact events. (See Matthew 27: 42-43)

Real faith is like the trust of a child.

“ But you are He who took me out of the womb.

You made me trust when I was on my mother’s breasts. 

I was cast upon you from birth

Adversity stares me in the face- many bulls have surrounded me.”

A reference to the Roman soldiers around the cross-

“Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.”

Bashan is the district east of Jordan, the exact location of the crucifixion.

“ They gape at me with their mouths .  As a raging and roaring lion-

( See Matthew 27- 27-31)

“I am poured out like water, and all my bones are our of joint;

my heart is like a potsherd.”

Potsherd is broken pieces of earthen ware, it is what Job used to scratch

himself with when he was in pain and misery.(Job 2:8)

“My tongue clings to my jaws, you have brought me to the dust of death.”

“I thirst.” John 19:28

“For dogs have surrounded me. The assembly of the wicked has enclosed me.”

Dogs, a reference to Gentiles, see Matthew 15; 21-27.

They pierce my hands and my feet, I can count all by bones.”

Reference is to Jesus not having his legs broken.( See John 19:31-33)

“They look and stare at me.  They divide my garments among them

and for my clothing they cast lots.”- recorded by all four of the gospel writers.

“But you, O Lord, do not be far from me, O my Strength, hasten to help me

Deliver me from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.

Save me from the lion’s mouth and from the horns of the wild oxen.”

Jesus’ body was not mutilated or cast into a common grave as was normal

for crucified criminals.

“ You have answered me.  I will declare your name to my brethren.

In the midst of the congregation I will praise You.

You who fear the Lord, praise him!

All the descendants of Jacob, glorify Him.

And fear Him, all you offspring of Israel!

For he has not despised nor  abhorred the affliction of the afflicted,

nor has He hidden His face from him.  But when me cried to him-

He heard.  My praise shall be of you in the great congregation;

I will pay my vows before those who fear Him.  The poor shall eat,

and be satisfied;  those who seek him will praise the Lord.

Let your heart live forever!  All the ends of the world shall

remember and turn to the Lord.  And all families of the nations

shall worship before you.  For the kingdom is the Lord’s and He

rules over the nations.” (See Zechariah  14: 16,17)

“All the prosperous of the earth shall eat and worship all those who

go down to the dust shall bow before Him, even he who cannot keep himself

alive.” (See Philippians 2:5-11)

“A posterity shall serve Him, I will be recounted of the Lord to the next generation. 

They will come and declare His righteousness to a people who will

be born, that he has done this.” (See Hebrews 2: 10-13)

Thursday at twilight-

It has been a bright and shining day.

The sky blue, the clouds white and high-

like castles above our heads.

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We went into the farmland and bought flour and noodles and lettuce, etc

from the bulk stores.  The Mennonite women in their caps and long dresses

smiled at us with our happy little boy and laughing baby.

The baby is leaving tomorrow.

Going with our prayers and blessings and tears.

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It was a beautiful day.

And this early evening, the skies are even bluer-

the shadows coming over the landscape in hues of indigo.

I believe in happy endings, but also in contained sorrow.

What I really believe is that this is not the end.

When we first moved to our location, here in Copley, the house was a little

old 1 1/2 bedroom building with yellow paint peeling off the wooden siding.

I was pregnant with our oldest son and it was our first home.

In the house the rooms were light and bright and renovated- but worn and

lived in.  The kitchen was small and had room for a small table to eat at- and

the cabinets were pine and few.  Inside one of my cabinets a child had written

his name with permanent black marker,  BRIAN.

The first time I saw his name, I was annoyed. 

I tried to scrub it out with Lysol.

I tried several other products, but the name remained.

And so, I decided to pray for Brian, everytime I opened the cupboard door

I prayed for Brian.  I prayed for him every day for 7 years.  And then –

we tore down that little house and built a new one with new cabinets and big

bedrooms and bathrooms and a huge kitchen.

But by that time I was used to praying for Brian and so I kept it up.

By then it had become,”Lord, please protect Brian from the evil in the world,

and bring him safely through the storms in his life.”

Then, one day, a young man in his thirties knocked on our door.

He was selling Omaha Steaks- frozen foods, individually packed.  He said that

he had a couple of orders he couldn’t deliver and was wondering if we would

like to look at the quality of the meats and get them at a good price.

I was just about to say no thanks and shut the door, when he said, “You know, I

used to live here, in this neighborhood, but the house isn’t here anymore.”

I looked at him, and said, “Brian?”

He was shocked.

“Yes, how did you know my name?”

“Because you wrote it on the cabinet  door in permanent marker.

I’ve been praying for you for years.”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“Seriously, you’ve been praying for me?”

We talked for a good while after that.  No further mention of steaks.

He said he’d had some troubles as he grew up- ended up in jail a couple of times-

but he’d always been given an opportunity to get right- to do things better- and that

he was finally doing well .

He left after thanking me for praying for him.

I still pray for him, sometimes.

And I’m going to be praying for that laughing baby.

Always.