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You have fed them with the bread of tears; Psalm 80:5

A couple days ago, as I mentioned in “Rambling,” I made homemade white bread. Well! I took pictures of every step along the way with every intention of converting them immediately into an entry, but I didn’t upload the pictures until today, and in the end, I could have made this this post about how to NOT handle hardships. Enjoy:

I made the dough at night with a plan to refridgerate it to be baked in the morning-early-before Sammy’s basketball game. Note: I am NOT a morning person.
That’s it in the tin on the second shelf from the top on the left. Yes-we do have a pepsi fridge.


Here it is cooling. Oh, did I skip a step? Perhaps that’s because I don’t usually think to take pictures while I am holding a little wad of dough in front of the heater, crying at seven o’clock in the morning! As you may have guessed, I had a little trouble warming it up. I was finally able to bake it after the game.

Here it is sliced.


I ate mine with a hot cup of Earl Grey. Mm! It turned out pretty good, though it was not an early riser…or much of a riser at all.

And this post is dedicated to Birdie who helped with the pictures, my parents who warned me about bread, Willin who was my tag-along chef and whoever invented the bread machine.
Perhaps I will take that easier route next time.
Signing out,
Everly Pleasant
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The Tea Party

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. ~C.S. Lewis

Bread and water can so easily be toast and tea. ~Author Unknown

The mere chink of cups and saucers tunes the mind to happy repose. ~George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft

Remember the tea kettle – it is always up to its neck in hot water, yet it still sings! ~Author Unknown

A few days ago I had the pleasure of accepting an invitation to a very fancy tea party thrown by Miss Adelaide. I came as Miss Muddyboot and there I met Lady Winbuck and Lady Tamrind. We had a capital time there. Oh, and the last quote isn’t really applicable seeing as each time we refilled our tiny little blue teapot it was up past its neck in hot water and down my arm.

I uploaded the pictures in the wrong order, but being an impatient person, this is how they shall remain. The photo above is titled “The tea was lovely, thank you.”

As you can tell, silliness was not allowed. Our conversation was of the most serious kind.

Behold the tiny dishes! How cute! How sweet! How often refilled during our little party!

Everly Pleasant

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Eat your oatmeal

Birdie and I have a sort of issue at times accepting that we weren’t born into a rebel family of Boston during the Revolutionary War or next door to Louisa May Alcott or into the high society of the Victorian era. Call us weird but we actually LIKE to read and therefore we have found much appealing about times before our own. But, I am more content than I used to be, doing what I can to make my own life simple and enjoyable (though kids will never again be able to walk the streets safely as they did not long ago.) And when Birdie echoes my past words and says things about “the olden days,” I tell her this:

“We like the olden days because they had to do things with very little recourses like cook over fires and wash clothes by hand and we think that everything they did was imaginative and romantic, but they had everything going for them in that way. We have to keep healthy imaginations despite video games and computers and movies and distraction and so in a way, we have to do this with very little recourses making us the ultimate “olden day” people.”

It is the art of filling the place of “without” with something wonderful.

“Well, without electricity we can’t cook dinner or watch a movie or do computer work so let’s just make sandwiches and talk by the fire.”
Without class today, we can all sit down and eat dinner as a family.”

Without any money for the show, we can all take a walk together.”

Without X we get a lovely Y.

~*~

Today I got up early in hopes of using my time wisely, making oatmeal for the munchkins and spending time with them and then with God. I think about my life like a bowl, only without the oatmeal but with time. Time like my oatmeal which is sweet in some spoonfulls and bland in others and it seems to never run out. And I serve it up with plans to finish it, but in the end, several spoonfulls go into the trashcan. This is my time. Plans for eating it all, but I waste.

Time on earth, this rotating rock is like one oat. A particle of my breakfast. I ate up countless oats. I didn’t count them or notice when another was missing. So will my life be. The oat of earth is being quickly digested but I still have a whole bowl left.

Suddenly my heart picks up pace as if to be an example for the rest of me. Hurry!

What is there to do before the bowl is empty? It could dump at any given moment.

Go to paris? Tokyo? New York again?

And suddenly, I have another without equation.

Do we need to visit every corner of this planet before we are ready to take our last bite?

Do we need to see every beautiful scene before we believe in a creator waiting for us?

No. We don’t need a microwave to cook, we don’t need a HDTV to hear a story, we don’t need to travel back in time to be happy, we don’t need an event to spend time together and we don’t need to leave home to find God in our life. We can live in in Cite Soleil, Haiti in the dirt for five minutes before we die as a weak, crying baby and know there is a god. And that baby and the woman who is a missionary for 102 years go to the same place to the same god. We can have faith and we can believe without seeing the beauty of this planet. The blind can see that.

So then, shall we climb to the tip of a hill in Ireland and wait for a romantic death? If we don’t need to see the world, what else is there to do? Break some sort of record? Become famous? Get out of debt?

Yes. Get out of debt.

Romans 13:8 kjv

Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.

Before you die: Love everyone.

And you can do that now. If you only have five minutes, five seconds, you can acomplish this.

If you get to see the world-congratulations. Some of us find more joy on this little oat than others, but the bowl is still full for us all even after we die. If you are a Christian, it will be sweet and syrupy, if you are not it will be more than bland.

“If anyone says, “I love God,” yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.”-

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, (I am without it) I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.

Act on love with kindness, look at the world if you can, but above all else LOVE.

In Mathew 25:35 Jesus says: “for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; 36 I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.”

For when we help another person we are helping God and those who do not do this will not be blessed.

You don’t have hungry, sick, naked prisoners coming to your door? Perhaps you should go and find them or use the following:

I was crying and you comforted me, I was irritable and you were patient with me, I was lazy and you worked harder, I was lonely and you were a friend to me.

This Winter morning, all of the birds are out singing praise. Do they perhaps know that hunting season is coming?
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A Roast Beef Life

Hello Everyone,

I hope somebody reads this entry because it has been thought out thoroughly before posting. This is “My Life Philosophy” of sorts. I know that you’re probably wondering what the dinner above has to do with this. Well, it is my example of the ultimate life, the way I want to live. If it doesn’t make sense, I am honestly sorry. This is the best way I have found to explain it so far.
Ahem…
When I grow up I want to do something with children. I am not entirely sure what that will be. It could simply mean having lots of children or having an orphanage. The orphanage may be in Haiti or somewhere in Africa or Europe or Asia or the Americas. Only God knows that. Right now, I feel like I am going to work with orphans but, as I said, I am not entirely certain what that means. Anyway, how I want to raise these children and how I want to live is thoroughly, hardily, heartily, down to earth, looking to Heaven, strong, purposeful and rich.
Not rich like wealthy upper-class people, rich like chocolate. Rich…real. Rich…makes your mouth water because it is so flavorful. The ingredients are perfect. I want to give my best.
My example is this:
I imagine life like a meal. The way I feel when I eat a cold sonic corn dog and watered down slush compared to lean roast beef that’s cooked to perfection, juicy and delicious with a warm wheat roll and fresh vegetables…all smothered in gravy…each bite followed by a swig of cold black tea.
Do you see what I mean? I want the happy moments to be absolutely jubilant, the sad moments to be true grief, and everything, the good points and the bad points, the happy and the sad, the day and night year after year to be thoroughly rich through and through. Have you ever tilled soil with your hand? Warm, moist, dark soil falling through your fingers? Rich.
Have you every looked into the bright eyes of a baby who learns amazing amounts every time she looks another way, her eyes just being opened to another world where she can’t help but be fascinated? Pure. The ultimate exploration.
The warmth of your feet on the hearth, your father’s hug. Tears that aren’t drama, genuine ones that show that someone really cares and is deeply attached. Real.
This is the life. This is the roast beef dinner.
I believe that in living this kind of life I will harvest many good things before I die and I hope to share it with others too, but most importantly, Christ will be my focus and because of that, I think that Heaven will be the best dessert ever!
P.S.
I wonderful blog that has been inspiring, encouraging and teaching me as of late is http://www.holyexperience.blogspot.com/ check it out!
EVERLY PLEASANT
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