Last weekend both Mom and I had to work, so yesterday when she called I ran over to visit. I brought two small bottles of elderberry wine and a bunch of radishes from my garden. I sauteed the radishes and greens with onion then sprinkled with a small amount of bacon bits and Parmesan cheese. We snacked on that with a glass of wine while we waited for dinner to be ready and we searched online for fabric to finish the backing of her i-spy quilt. She was making a small rag quilt for my sister, but then sis wanted a twin size.
Dinner was good, she made a mexican casserole that my aunt used to make. It was fun working in the kitchen together, eating and visiting. We never did find the fabric she wanted, Rev. Peterson's statements has offended a large number of women with his "truth." I watched the following video expecting to see an ignorant, angry man spouting garbage. What I saw was a calm man trying to politely express his thoughts. I can see why he has followers, he is passionate about the worlds problems. Unfortunately, his logic is flawed. He states that women have "no shame" and thus are spreading evil. I agree that promiscuity is a large problem in the world. I believe that as a "good father" God made the commandments to protect us. I believe that "adultery" or premarital sex has more consequences than just physically. I believe that it cuts away at your self esteem and can cause emotional injury as well. However, I also feel he is delusional in thinking we can go back to the way things were. You cannot trounce on the rights of others or have double standards. Promiscuity is not an invention of women. Men have often away with it in other times and cultures where it is forbidden to women. Unfortunately, women tend to get the blame for that as well. Men can't help themselves when tempted by forbidden fruit. Yet again we are made evil. When a woman is raped, it is because she did something to ask for it. The men, and I use the term loosely, who think this way need to take responsibility for their actions. He uses his grandparents as an example of how "crazy, emotional, and unfit for reasoning" women are. His grandfather instructs him that his grandmother is crazy when she talks. He doesn't give accurate examples so I can only assume she said something disagreeable. Perhaps she was talking about voting. This just expresses how flawed his reasoning is to me. We both express dissatisfaction with the way things are going in the world. Where he wants to stifle women and put them back into their place, I would like to see relationships with mutual respect and a desire to see each other happy. When both parties are thinking of the others needs there is a stronger bond. If there is hope for that union, then perhaps it is worth waiting for. When it is one sided, there is subservience. Too often they stop at "women obey your husbands" and forget "men honor your wives". Honor your wives, cherish them because they are a gift. When Adam was alone in the garden, he grew lonely. God made Eve as a comfort, not a servant. As I woman am I led by my emotions? Yes, love. But we are taught to "love our neighbor" and "judge not, lest ye be judged". So if I chose a candidate because he has strong family values, he is concerned with the same issues I feel strongly about, and he is not led by hate; that should not make me incompetent to vote. Since starting a garden with Ruben I have been trying to show him how to cook and enjoy the items he is growing. His garden is a few weeks behind mine, so when I was thinning my radishes last week, I brought a couple over and decided to make a root vegetable tart. I also brought store bought radishes, carrots, beets, spinach, shallots, feta, and pie crust. I bought the spinach as the store bought veggies did not have the lovely green I get from my home grown beets and radishes. I sliced and saute the veggies in olive oil before layering on a flat crust. Sprinkle with cheese garnish with halved garden radishes with greens intact, fold over edge and bake. My sister thought I was crazy about cooking radishes, but she loved it.
Today I had more radishes that needed picked. I will have to finish that row and reseed soon. I decided this time I would make a radish green pesto with almonds. I brought over the hand crank processor and the boys fought over working it. It turned out very tasty. The radish greens are more mild than basil. We had it on whole wheat crackers and they practically licked the bowl clean. We weeded and thinned out Ruben's garden while I was there. We sampled the broccoli sprouts we thinned, which had a little bite. Cruz got in on the learning by examining a clean radish. I let him hold it while I was watching him closely. He mouthed the string root and held the red ball, before it disappeared into my mouth. Cruz learned about color and texture, Ruben is learning about growing and sampling from the garden, and Ramon is learning creativity in the kitchen. Even Mom was learning to try new things. Something I learned today, was that the Victorians never ate their radishes raw. I find it interesting that is now the norm. Sometimes when I tell stories about my life it surprises people. It almost sounds like made up stories. Can someone really have that many stories, that many trials? I tell them so calmly and detached, sometimes laughing like it is a joke. Truth is I try not to let it affect me. You have to let it roll like water off a ducks back. That doesn't mean it leaves you unchanged.
I like to think about what I am thankful for. The one thing I have always prayed for is that my children always know that I love them and for them to be happy. Their lives have not always been easy, but they have grown up without dealing with the depression I had growing up. Part of me thought it was normal and I was stunned when I realized it had passed them by. I'm not saying they were always happy or that they didn't struggle with making friends too. I am thankful that they have been healthy physically and mentally. I have reason to rejoice. Still there are parts of me that struggle with the abuse and poverty that are no longer part of my life. I have a hard time trusting people, I get so uncomfortable around people that it makes me jumpy at work. I would love not to jump out of my skin every time I see a shadow or someone knocks at my office door. I have become somewhat of a caricature. Then there are my hoarding tendencies. I don't need to tell you where that comes from. This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar. We had Easter at Becky's this year. I set up the garden bed for Ruben, the kids had an Easter Egg Hunt, we had lots of food, baby snuggles and the grown-ups had a hunt all our own. We found a nice collection of Morels.
Yesterday I decided I wanted to try to make wired baskets. The first one was canoe shaped. It will be nice to harvest vegetables from the garden or just for display. The second one would be good for collecting mushrooms, a nice gift basket, or just decor. This week I notice my asparagus is sending up flag. They are still too this for consumption so i decided to take a drive and look for wild asparagus. We found one spear. Not much for a meal. I remembered that MooRoo was getting some spring greens in and I had some money in my account so I headed over there. I bought a package of romane and a bag of mustard greens. The salad was eaten that night with chicken and noodle casserole with asparagus confetti. Last night we had buffalo burgers with the mustard greens wilted in the same pan, we served them up on a bed of mashed potatoes. It was very tasty. Charles who hates mustard greens from a tin even said they tasted good, although a little chewy. Next time I will add a little water and butter while cooking.
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AuthorThe person behind the persona... I am a single mother of three teenagers and a Respiratory therapist. Although I get bored with domestic chores, I have several domestic hobbies. I enjoy all the fiber arts and crafting. I enjoy cooking challenging new dishes. As long as I have fresh ingredients and a clean kitchen. Archives
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