People have asked about where I get seeds. Before I knew about Linda at Home Town Seeds, I purchased a lot from this company. This catalog has a lot of flowers and herbs. It's pricey but they have good products. My zennia's are from them.
This is my favorite mixer. I use it for so many things. The latest task I have called upon it to do is make butter.
While my power tool is working I will have lunch. It's 2 in the afternoon so I'll have an ice cold beer with my lunch. It's really hot and I am working hard making butter.
Which I dump out into a colander and rinse. Then I squeeze it to get the rest of the milk out and put in little containers in the freezer. This fresh butter spoils after about 2 weeks. It doesn't hardly last that long. My thin husband who has no weight problem eats it like cheese. He loves it and has a little bread with his butter. I very carefully enjoy small samples. It is incredibly tasty stuff.
This is how I make fresh garden sauce for pasta. Start with some olive oil in the sauce pot and then start mincing and chopping. First onion, minced very finely to fool the husband who thinks that onions are not good. Then bell peppers, chopped up and added. Green are essential but if you have a garden full of colorful peppers toss them all in. Then I cut up all of my ripe tomatoes. I do not skin them or seed them I use the whole thing. Then I add salt, pepper, oregano, and a frozen ice cube of pesto that I keep in my freezer. When I harvest my basil I make a day of it and make pesto until I think I'm going to be sick. Then I freeze it in ice cube trays that have been sprayed with Pam. One days work can make enough pesto for a couple of years. I also add a couple cloves of minced garlic and a generous pour of good red wine. I like Merlot. Never cook with bad wine. If it isn't fit to drink, it isn't fit for anything.
Just let this simmer for several hours until it cooks down into a lovely sauce that you can ladle out onto the pasta of your choice. It is really really really delicious. I don't measure so sorry, but you can do this, really you can.
I spilled my beans. I really didn't have a lot of ways to get my pain out because my asthma was so severe I couldn't talk. I didn't completely hang out all my laundry but I shared a lot of personal pain. The pain is still there. I didn't cry today, but I did yesterday. I have cried a stinkin river.
I read about this book "Plan B," over on Angie's blog "Bring the Rain." Pete Wilson is her pastor. He is hip and cool and REAL. Pete Wilson is not religious, he is a real man with a real walk, with a real God. He tackles some very hard issues in this book. At the end of the book he explains how nice it would be to wrap it all up with a bow and a conclusion. Except you cannot wrap up the subject of human suffering with a bow. We cannot explain why bad things happen to good people. We cannot give a pat answer or a glib response if we really want to make a difference. We can only point up to God who will carry us through the problem, even if He doesn't take it away. It's one of the best books I have ever read in my entire life. Ever. and that is a period.
Right now I am reading the Stormie O Martian book "Just Enough LIGHT for the Step I'm On," another keeper. Powerful, insightful, comforting, and the truth; mixed with her personal story of abuse, drugs,
the occult and almost killing herself---her story is amazing. If you are having a hard time and trouble in your life read about hers. You will find something to relate to. She is an excellent and engaging storyteller.
and finally I want you to meet somebody. Recently this lady has written me a ton of sweet e mails to encourage me. She is precious. Her blog doesn't have a lot of readers and I think she a lot to say. Her last post was about being depressed. She has fibromyalgia and suffers a lot. Maybe you can relate to her. Maybe you can relate to depression. Maybe you can relate to a kind soul. Go by and say hi, and share an encouraging word.
We talk a lot out here in bloggyland, but one of the things we do best is support each other. Maybe it is because we are on the internet that we have more freedom to express ourselves. I'm not sure that I could even begin to explain it. I know what it is that I experience through it -- community. We are a real neighborhood of real friends, that is my story and I'm stickin to it.