Monday, December 31, 2012
A long time ago, in a land far, far away, a Father lovingly gazed upon his only children. These children were unique in that they were innocent. They were pure. They were sinless, guiltless, guileless. They didn't know the difference between right and wrong. They loved Him and His creation with a full heart that knew no deception.
This Father, basking in the perfection of the land and children He had created could have chosen to preserve their innocence at all costs. He could have chosen not to allow these perfect children to taste the fruit of disobedience. They could have lived their days in blissful ignorance, walking with Him in the cool of the evening and partaking of His great providence.
Instead, this Father gave His children the greatest gift. He gave them the freedom of choice. In His wisdom, He knew that their love was hollow when they had no choice but to give it. Rather than seeking to protect His children from themselves, He allowed them to choose for themselves and then live with the consequences of their choices. He loved His children enough to give them their freedom.
Our nation is at a crossroads. Our government is desperately trying to relieve us of the responsibility to choose for ourselves. In an effort to keep us "safe" they are stripping us of our right to choose - a right given to us by our Father at the foundations of the earth.
Our Father chose to allow us freedom, even though the cost would be deadly and eternal. He knew that by giving us freedom to choose, we would lose our innocence, lose our perfection and even lose our lives. But, He chose go give us our freedom anyway. Because He loves us that much.
I know how much our Father loves us. Now I ask, how much does our government love us?
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Our family had the wonderful good fortune of spending Christmas with my parents in the highlands of the remote American Redoubt. My parents live on the homestead where I was raised, amid glacier-fed creeks, alpine meadows and hundreds of miles of unbroken wilderness. Their home is one of singular beauty.
When I was growing up, we lived in an older, single-wide mobile home, that to my tastes, lacked character and charm. Years after I left home, my parents set about building their perfect retreat - a compact cabin with the capacity to house innumerable people should the need arise. When it is just the two of them, they raise the attic staircase and live comfortably in their two bedroom cabin with stunning views. When our considerably ample clan arrives, they lower the staircase, double their square footage and make room for a house-full.
The first few days spent in my parents home is something akin to staying in a 5 star resort. And then, the doors begin to get the best of me. Yes, the doors! In our home, we have large pieces of furniture separating rooms and curtains coverings the "doorways". While I often complain about the lacking doors, I have come to appreciate my curtains. Curtains never slam. You have no idea when the children go in and out of a room 15 times in a row. Never, do you have a child on one side of the curtains and a child on the other side, trying to use the curtains as a barrier - it just doesn't work!
|The view from my parents front porch|
It has been so long since I have lived in a "normal" house, that I have forgotten how stressful it is! When I lived in a house with hardwood floors and wall to wall carpeting, I worried about the kids coming into the house with snow all over their boots. Not in a shouse with concrete floors! When we had nicely painted, sheet-rocked walls, I worried about the kids scraping the walls with toys or wiping dirty hands on them. Not so in a shouse with no interior walls to worry about! When we lived in a house with doors, I was careful to make sure we didn't have kids behind closed doors (you never know what can happen!). In a shouse with no doors - well, it keeps honest kids honest.
|A mist rising from the creek|
We had a wonderful Christmas spent with our favorite people in the world - my parents. When all was said and done, I received the unexpected gift of contentment. I had the opportunity to see my "shouse" through new eyes and appreciate all of the unconventional "character" that I have been blessed with.
And now I know - doors are a highly over-rated commodity!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
We are enjoying our Christmas vacation visiting my folks in the outback of the American Redoubt. Yesterday, we spent the afternoon playing in the snow - well, most of us played - some of us dealt with the realities of seldom used mechanical equipment. Can you guess who was having more fun?
|Miss Serenity putting it on the pipes|
|Sir Knight giving last minute instructions|
|The sledding hill|
|Racing down the hill|
|Princess Dragon Snack|
|Two kid pile-up!|
|The not-so-fun realities of snowmobiles|
|Calling it a day|
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Like most girls her age, Miss Serenity has a few things on her want list that are rather expensive. In an effort to teach her that something worth having is worth working and waiting for, we encouraged Miss Serenity to work hard and save her money, until, at last, she was able to afford her flight of fancy. In an effort to acquire her needful thing, Miss Serenity bucked hay bales, took care of a neighbors ranch nearly every weekend of the summer, split and stacked firewood and did odd jobs whenever they were available. After nearly 3 months of work, squirreling away every dime earned, Miss Serenity had saved $350.00 - just enough to purchase what every girl wants.
And just what does every 13 year old girl want? A crossbow. Yes, you read that right. Miss Serenity scrimped and saved all summer to buy an olive drab, composite stocked, tactical crossbow.
After researching for hours (with a lot of input from Sir Knight), Miss Serenity settled on the "Horton Brotherhood". After reading reviews on dozens of crossbows, the Horton Brotherhood stood out as a high-quality bow at a reasonable price, not to mention, Horton has a reputation for excellent customer service. Miss Serenity was looking specifically for a crossbow that she could hunt with, meaning it had to have a bolt speed of over 300 feet per second and a draw weight of 150 pounds and takes 20 inch bolts. The body of the Brotherhood is all polymer which renders it rugged with no possibility of rusting. The limbs are compound configured with a 55% let off (after you pull the cams past the half-way point, the draw weight drops to 75 pounds but retains the 150 pound rating of the bow). Miss Serenity can cock this bow without assistance, but it is difficult. In an effort to reduce the strain of cocking the bow, Serenity bought a cocking string, a $15.00 expense that is more than worth its weight in gold. It is a simple device that makes all the difference in the world.
|Using the cocking string|
|Cocking is super easy!|
Although Cabella's carries the crossbow (online) Serenity was planning on purchasing, she chose to buy it through another online shop on Ebay because the price savings was significant. We noticed that the Horton Brotherhood sold for anywhere from $299 (what Miss Serenity paid for it) to $500! As usual, a little research goes a long way.
- The Brotherhood crossbow packages are all the same with the exception of the fact that one is green and one is "real tree" (we, of course, chose olive drab!).
- The covers on the provided scope are cheesy and must be replaced with Butler Creek popup scope covers.
- Horton really screwed up by not putting a decent quantity of rail lube and totally forgot to put any string wax in this kit. This is essential and should be included in the kit.
- The instructions don't mention it but Sir Knight recommend assembling it with blue "loc tight".
- The instructions are really vague on the installation of a cable guide that comes with the kit. It is a plastic piece that prevents the cables from rubbing on the bow and fraying. The instructions claim that this cable guide is only used with crossbows that have aluminum barrels (The Bone Collector), but the cable started to fray almost immediately and the Brotherhood actually has a slot in the cable guide for this cable protector. Sir Knight installed it and it worked flawlessly, despite the instructions.
- The special Horton Rail Lube is nothing more than odorless silicone grease (for lubricating o rings). We bought it real cheap at a local hardware store.
- The Horton string wax can be replaced by a brick of beeswax (carried in your pocket or in your gear).
- String wax and rail lube must be used regularly to prevent wear on the string and cables. This is essential.
- Lubricants, such as Tri-flow or graphite are necessary to keep the compound wheels quiet, but will not need to be used as much as the rail lube and string wax.
|Watch out - this girl is a dead-on shot!|
Just so you know, this is no toy. It is powerful and deadly. Always keep your bow pointed in a safe direction and never knock a bolt until you are prepared to shoot at a target.
And now you know what every girl wants - a crossbow!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Every once in a while, a moment will come along that reminds me how truly blessed I am. One such moment happened upon us last week, in the chaos of daily life and left me with warm feelings of contentment with my lot in life.
It was almost dusk. Sir Knight was pulling in the driveway after a day on the road. Miss Serenity and her friend Miss Anne were heading out the front door for an afternoon grouse hunt. Miss Serenity had a backpack over her shoulders and a rifle slung on her back as she an Miss Anne threw a leg over the 4-wheeler and drove off in search of game. Sir Knight had some business to take care of, so he and I left the little children in the capable hands of Master Hand Grenade while we had a quick visit with some friends.
Arriving at our (retired) friends home, Sir Knight talked with Fred in the shop while I popped into the house to visit Ethel in the comfort of her country kitchen. Upon entering the welcoming little house, I immediately noticed how quiet it was. Nary a giggle or laugh was to be heard nor did the sound of happy chatter fill the air. Ethel and I visited while the men conducted their business and soon it was time to take our leave.
Upon returning home, we were met with the scent of rolls, fresh from the oven. The kitchen was cheerful and full of lively chatter as the children welcomed us home. Miss Serenity and Miss Anne came home with no grouse, however a Snowshoe Hare had fallen prey to their hunting expedition and had been gutted and skinned (getting blood on Miss Anne's scarf, much to her chagrin!) and was awaiting preparation for a pie. Master Hand Grenade was visiting with Maid Elizabeth and her friend (and Miss Anne's older sister) Maid Rachelle and the little children were playing a rousing game of hide and seek.
As Sir Knight and I walked through the front door, the older girls put tea water on to boil and set about laying the tea table for tea. Soon, tea and conversation flowed in a kitchen that was awash in laughter and fellowship.
Children are a gift from the Lord. They bring life and laughter to our homes and joy to our hearts. Sometimes I have to stop. I have to notice the blessings that fill each day. These are the best of days. These are "the good ol' days".
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
I was reading my Bible the other morning and noticed a common theme - repetition. Every other sentence I read was punctuated with "because I am God". Proverbs is notorious for repeating the same wisdom over and over and over. The New Testament echos the Old Testament. Biblical truth is presented repeatedly, in different books, using different words, sometimes straightforward and other times in parables, but, inevitably, over and over and over again.
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed my frustration rising as I said to one of my children "A wise man overlooks an offense", for the 180th time! When Sir Knight came home, I poured a cup of tea, exhaled a sigh of relief and proceeded to share my frustration at having to repeat myself endlessly. "I'm afraid, perhaps, our children have brain damage" I told him. "I tell them the same thing every day, 5 times a day, and they just don't seem to get it - I tell them flat out, I tell them stories, I lead them through their choices to the logical outcome and they still don't get it! They just keep doing the same things!" And then it hit me - the Bible does the exact same thing!
I tell my children the same thing, every day, because I love them and I want to equip them to run their race and win. Over and over I give them the principles of a Godly life - and, often, they don't listen. God reveals His will for his children over and over and over. Ultimately, I think God knows we are a little stupid. We have to be told the same thing multiple times in numerous ways, repeatedly, before that little light bulb goes off and we say "Hey, I get it!".
God is so faithful. He walks us by the hand, patiently telling us again and again what is for our best. He knows that we are a stiff-necked people and so, He keeps talking. And I must keep talking with my children. Day in and day out, I must speak truth into their lives. I must tell it to them plainly and in stories. Over and over and over again, even when I don't think they are listening......
We have an advent calendar that counts down the days until Christmas. The younger children excitedly open their door every morning and place their piece on the nativity. Yesterday, Princess Dragon Snack opened her door to find a Wise Man. "Oh, look Master Calvin, I got a Wise Man" Princess Dragon Snack squealed. "What's a Wise Man" asked Master Calvin. "A Wise Man overlooks an offense" said Princess Dragon Snack, matter-of-factly, "but other people can too".
So, I guess the Bible is on to something. Tell your children when they rise up, when they sit down, when you are walking on the way - they will rise up and call you blessed.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
For the last 6 months or so, I have been revisiting my priorities. In the midst of a busy, happy life, I have felt the consistent nudging of my heart moving me in a different direction. It has been little things - a four year old nestled at my elbow waiting for me to finish sewing to read to him or play a rousing game of Candyland, a 17 year old man wanting to know what the Bible says about tattoos and body piercings, a 13 year old girl who confesses that she is afraid she won't be able to pull the trigger on her first deer but is ready to preserver after a prayer for protection and boldness. And it is not just my children that need a mother - my husband needs a wife. Sir Knight's days are long and his burdens many. He relies on a smiling face and a warm welcome when he returns from slaying the dragons. A cup of tea and a listening ear are essential to his well being. When dragons are threatening to overwhelm my Knight, an encouraging word and the knowledge that I have his back and that I believe in him are what carries him forward in battle.
By nature, I am a go getter. I tackle whatever task is before me with vigor. Truth be told, I may even be an over-achiever. Because of that tendency, I have to stop from time to time and reevaluate my life. I have to get back to basics and remember what is really important. I fill my life with "good" things but every once in a while I have to remind myself to get back to what is "best".
In the past 4 years I have started this blog, written a book, almost completed another book, written articles too numerous to mention and started a business. This, on top of being a wife, a mother, homeschooling, making nearly everything from scratch and living off the grid. I am failing. Although I enjoy all that I do, and they are all "good" things, they are not all the "best" things. My first priorities HAVE to be my husband and my children. It is time for me to "Mother Up".
As my children have gotten older, I have noticed that they need me more than ever. When they were little, they needed guidance and discipline. They needed stories and snuggling and playing outside. As they have grown, their needs have changed. Once, they took every bible story at face value, now they want to know how God's word correlates to the reality of living life. They want to know how the Old Testament corresponds with the New Testament. They want to know HOW to control their temper when someone says something unkind or untrue. They want to know why people live the way they do, why governments run the way they do and why people think the way they do. They want to know how to choose a mate, what God says about how they should dress and why they still have to struggle with doing the right thing even when they know what the right thing is. My children want to know about life. And I am their teacher.
I have come to the conclusion that my job as wife and mother trumps all other jobs. If I do not encourage and love my husband, someone else will. If I do not teach my children, correct my children, guide my children, someone else will. And their lives, both here and in eternity, will bear the fruit of my choices today.
Families are failing. Fathers have been dethroned. Children have been cast to the wolves. Mothers are gone. Our nation is sobbing, in sackcloth and ashes. Our clothes have been rent and ashes cover our heads.
The answers we seek are not in more laws and tighter security. The answers we seek are in God's plan for the family. We need fathers. We need mothers. Our children are OUR responsibility. WE need to raise them, to guide them, to teach them. Women - your husbands NEED you - your children NEED you. They don't need your money - they need YOU! They need your wisdom, they need your example, they need your ear. They need you to listen, to counsel, to know them. They need you to believe in them, to champion them, to guide them and to disciple them. Your boss doesn't NEED you - you are replaceable to him - NOT to your children.
I am a wife. I am a mother. That is purpose of my heart. My God needs me to change the world - through my husband and my children. I will head the call.
At this moment, I have shut down my business website. Technically, it is still online, however there is no way to place an order. Maid Elizabeth and I are in the process of finishing up our last few orders. We will make decisions regarding the business in the new year. Sir Knight and I are discussing the future of this blog. We're not sure - I'll keep you posted. We are circling the wagons. We are preparing to defend this precious gift of our family with our lives.
To all of you women - it is time. Be a wife. Be a mother. This IS your calling. The time has come to gird your strength and "Mother Up". Your family is everything!
*Sidenote - Master Hand Grenade does NOT want a tattoo or a body piercing! He just wanted to know what God's word said about them. He was having a hard time understanding why they are so prevalent in society today!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Previously I have mentioned a little gem of a book that I found while scouring an antique store. It is a compilation of recipes from the intrepid pioneers of the Australian Outback. I have to say, there are more unique recipes in this book than nearly any other tome I have encountered. I have only tried a few, but they have been memorable. I found the Witchety Grub recipe in said book (although I must admit I have never been brave enough to try it!).
Knowing that food prices are skyrocketing and wanting to be a good steward of our food budget, I have been experimenting with leftovers. We are mostly a meat and potatoes family, so we frequently have a mess of a mashed potatoes left after any given meal. Generally we will add a bit of egg and a smidgen of flour, slap patties onto the griddle and eat potato pancakes. They are good and satisfying, but nothing really to write home about. And then I found the recipe for Ham & Egg Cakes.....
One of the things I love about this recipe is that it can be tailored to whatever leftovers you happen to have in the fridge. Here is the gist of the recipe.
Ham & Egg Cakes
8 oz. ham
8 oz. mashed potatoes
1 T chopped parsley
1 egg yolk
4 rashers (slices) bacon
Finely dice the ham. Mix together the mashed potato, ham and parsley, add one egg yolk to bind. Divide the mixture into four. Shape into round flat cakes about one inch deep.
Wrap a rasher (slice) of bacon around each cake; fix with a toothpick. Place in an overproof dish and bake in a moderate oven (about 350°) for 20 to 25 minutes. Poach the remaining eggs and serve on top of the ham cakes.
|Wrapped in bacon and ready for the oven|
Rather than poaching eggs (I don't have those nifty cups and I hate it when the whites spread out in the water - I know - use vinegar!) I decided to quickly fry them on the griddle. The children prefer their eggs to be "over hard", so I made theirs first and put them in on a plate and put it in the warming oven. Just before the cakes were done, I made two eggs "sunny side up" for Sir Knight and I. Pulling the cakes from the oven, I placed an egg on each cake and oh, a perfect, simple, thrifty and cheery breakfast!
We highly recommend Ham & Egg Cakes. They are a little dodgy to eat, being mashed potatoes and all, but they are well worth the effort!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
The children and I have a bible study together every morning and the conversations that flow from these times are sometimes rather enlightening. This morning we were talking about the state of the heart being seen through attitudes and deeds of the person. One of the questions at the end of the study asked how you could know a person was selfish, self-centered or proud. The children immediately had answers! They noticed that when this person acted that way they were being selfish. When another did that, they were being proud. They had a lot to say about other people's behavior, but, I noticed, they didn't see any of the attributes in themselves. And then I questioned further. "What is going on in your heart when you sigh and complain when I give you a task"? "What about when you provoke your brother or sister"? "How is your attitude when someone else gets something you want? Are you happy for them or envious of them"?
It is amazing that it is so easy to see other peoples faults and sins and completely disregard our own. When an argument arises, it is far easier to identify the problem in the other person rather than seeing our own culpability! How much more peacefully we would live our lives if we spent more time examining our own motivations and attitudes and bringing them back in line with the word of God rather than picking apart the lives of others. I know that in the case of my own family, peace would reign.
As Sir Knight and I strive to raise Godly, productive and capable children, we must not forget to teach them the lost principle of disciplining one's own self. We must teach them to actively look to the error of their ways long before they search the ways of others. We must teach them to search their hearts and know that their motivations are pure before they cast blame on another.
"For if we would judge ourselves, we should not be judged".
1 Corinthians 11:31
Just think of a world where people took the responsibility to police their own thoughts and actions! Peace would indeed reign.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Master Hand Grenade did it. On the very last day, in the very last hour of hunting season 2012, he bagged his deer! Saturday, Sir Knight and Master Hand Grenade set out one final time to test their hunting skills. As the afternoon drew to a close and twilight threatened, a doe came into view, turned broadside, and became sustenance for our family.
Sir Knight and Master Hand Grenade gutted the doe in the field (the coyotes have to eat too, ya know) and brought her home to hang and skin her. Over the years, we have found that a few good tools go a long way when processing game. First, of course, is a sighted-in rifle (that goes without saying), a handgun (just in case you have to finish the job), a sharp knife and the ever handy Wyoming saw.
|"Fresh" from quartering Master Hand Grenade's deer|
|Thin but sturdy stainless steel spine|
|The bone blade|
|Disassembled and ready to clean|
|Clean and ready to store in case|
|All buttoned up|
Thursday, November 29, 2012
The evening before Thanksgiving my grandfather passed away. He has always been a vibrant, strong man whose vitality belied his 89 years. A few weeks before his death, he fell ill with pneumonia and while recovering in the hospital, suffered a stroke. Wanting to be near, my parents drove the hundreds of miles that separated them from my grandparents and spent time ministering to their needs. Reluctantly but necessarily, they returned home. While my dad took care of things at home, my mom made arrangements to return to her parents. Two hours after my mother's plane landed and she was at her father's side, he made his way into eternity.
Today, my mom ministers to my grandmother still, crying with her, laughing with her and comforting her. My dad, holding down the fort at home, misses mom terribly. He is anticipating her return and can barely wait until her plane lands to wrap his arms around her.
Being at loose ends, my dad came to visit our family last Sunday evening. All of the children wrestled for a place next to "poompa" (a long story) and each wanted to be involved in making up his bed on the couch. Miss Serenity donated one of her pillows, Princess Dragon Snack pulled out some blankets and Maid Elizabeth, knowing that her grandpa had a nasty cough, located a tiny oil lamp that was designed to heat medicine (we used Vick's) to relieve the symptoms of a cold.
The oil lamp is tiny - about 5 inches overall - with a miniature, frosted chimney. This particular lamp was not designed to provide light, it is much too small, rather it was designed to heat a basin that is filled with medicine, that in turn, is diffused into the room.
As Dad was getting ready for bed, Maid Elizabeth lit the lamp and told her grandpa that he could leave it on all night. Not only would it make the room smell nice, it would act as a simple night-light as well. We said our goodnights, turned off the lights and headed to bed. The little lamp, with its tiny, glowing chimney, proved not to be the least bit intrusive, offering only the tiniest amount of light.
Awake in the middle of the night, I got up to check on my sleeping family. As I walked out of our bedroom, I was greeted by an almost blinding light! Looking around the room to see what light had been left on, my glance fell to that little, tiny oil lamp. The lamp, less than 5" tall, with a chimney 1 1/2" tall, was lighting an entire 30'x30' shouse!
We have been living in an "enlightened" time. The truth of God's word has illuminated our nation and our world. Many of us have allowed our "lights" to grow dim or even go out - who needs our light when there is so much light in the world? But, our world, our nation, our families are growing dark. We have forsaken our God and with that, we have lost our light.
Christians - Children of God - Followers of the Way - the world is growing dark. Fill your lamps with oil, trim the wicks - now is your time. The darker it becomes, the brighter your light will shine - you will become beacons of hope in a dark world. You were made for such a time as this. Let your light so shine that it glorifies your Father in heaven.
As my Grandmother is in the midst of the darkness, my mother lights the way. Likewise, as this world is plunged into darkness, it is now our job to light "The Way".
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Our family has a thing for flashlights. We have lived for over 12 years in a shop that was never intended to be a house and consequently is very poorly lit. In addition to our poor lighting situation, we have after-thought, off-grid power, which makes finding a light switch in the middle of the night a challenging proposition. Due to these little quirks, along with the fact that we have no outside lights and frequently have to start the generator in the dead of night, we have a constant need for quality flashlights.
Over the years we have tried them all. Mag Lights, Surefire's and Streamlight's have all graced our home. We have used rechargeable flashlights, LED flashlights and wind-up flashlights. And one by one, they have all died - some by trauma and others by attrition, but none have withstood the rigors of off-grid, everyday extreme use.
Not too long ago, our friend, Joe Nobody, sent a product review for us to post on our blog. He had field tested (for many years) the Streamlight Sidewinder and had nothing but good things to say about it. Sir Knight ordered one (and is the process of field testing it - under extreme duty, of course) and he couldn't be happier, however, he was still in the market for a top notch headlamp.
Although flashlights are handy, more often than not we need the ability to be "hands free" while completing our tasks. Having looked high and low for a rugged, high quality, durable headlamp that took AA batteries (our group standard) we had concluded that such a thing didn't exist and we would have to lower our expectations. But then, we found the Zebra Light.
After digging through pages of internet nonsense, Sir Knight came across the Zebra Light (Model H51 Headlamp) and thought it looked promising. He read every review he could find and came to the conclusion that the Zebra Light met or exceeded all of our requirement with the exception of two....1st - it is made in China - this is very distressing, and 2nd - it is cost prohibitive.
Realizing that we did indeed NEED a headlamp (it is nothing less than a tool for our family), Sir Knight decided to blow the big bucks and make an investment in the Zebra Light. Wow! To say that it met all of our expectations would be an understatement. Not only did the Zebra light meet our expectations - it exceeded them!
|Side-by-side comparison with Surefire 6v LED flashlight (both with fresh batteries)|
The Surefire is on the left with the Zebra Light on the right
|Compact size and sturdy construction|
|The offending glow-in-the-dark option|
- Light Output
- High: H1 200 Lm (0.9 hrs) or H2 100 Lm (2.4 hrs) / 140 Lm (1.7 hrs) / 4Hz Strobe
- Medium: M1 30 Lm (8 hrs) or M2 8 Lm (26 hrs)
- Low: L1 2.5 Lm (3 days) or L2 0.2 Lm (16 days)
- Light output are out the front (OTF) values. Run time tests are done using Sanyo 2000mAh Eneloop AA batteries.
Other than the price we LOVE this light. It has proven to be rugged, useful and highly reliable. If you NEED an extreme use flashlight, the Zebra Light is the one for you!
Friday, November 23, 2012
Oh, the weather outside is frightful....Not really, but soon it will be! This is the time of year for all of our favorite treats - and peppermint patties and peanut brittle top our list. I have dug through the archives to bring these recipes to you. I hope you enjoy them!
We have been busy in the kitchen, getting ready for the Christmas Season. Every year, the girls and I make candy and cookies to pass out to neighbors, the mail lady and the numerous truck drivers that deliver packages. We take trays to friends, to employers and to the local gas station.
Making goodies together has become a wonderful family tradition. We put on our favorite Christmas music (Amy Grant's Tennessee Christmas) push up our sleeves and have a blast. This year, we found that we could make our treats as easily on our wood cookstove as we could on the gas and electric stoves of our past. The work is a little hotter (the wood stove has to be REALLY hot to get that candy to 300 degrees!), but we just take turns stirring and then stepping outside in the sub-freezing temperature to cool off.
We have made a couple of our favorites. We will make numerous batches throughout the month so this is only the beginning!
Enola Gay's Peanut Brittle
1.5 tsp. Baking Soda
1 tsp. Water
1 tsp. Vanilla Extract
1.5 C Sugar
1 C Water
1 C Caro (corn) Syrup
3 T. Butter
2 C Raw Peanuts (I used cocktail peanuts)
- Butter 2 cookie sheets and warm in oven (at about 250 degrees).
- Combine baking soda, water and vanilla in a small bowl - set aside.
- In pot, combine sugar, water and corn syrup.
- Heat to 240 degrees.
- Stir in butter and peanuts.
- Stir constantly until 300 degrees.
- Take off heat.
- Pour previously combined mixture into the pot with peanut mixture. Stir vigorously.
- Quickly pour onto cookie sheets.
- Let cool. Break into pieces.
Heating the Peanut Brittle to 240 degrees
Pouring in the peanuts and butter. We just
plop the butter on top of the nuts and
pour them in at once.
Vigorously stirring in the baking soda, water
and vanilla extract (off the heat)
Pouring onto cookie sheets
Breaking it into pieces
Better-than-York Peppermint Patties
1 Egg White
4 C Powdered Sugar
1/2 C Light Corn Syrup
1 to 1 1/2 tsp. Peppermint Extract (to taste)
Cornstarch for dusting
1 12oz. bag semi-sweet chocolate chips
- Beat egg till frothy, but not stiff.
- Slowly add powdered sugar.
- Add corn syrup and peppermint extract. Knead until it has the consistency of dough. Add more sugar if necessary, until mixture is no longer sticky.
- Roll out peppermint dough with cornstarch dusted rolling pin to 1/4 inch.
- Cut out rounds with cookie cutter.
- Put on cookie sheet in fridge for 45 minutes.
- Melt chocolate chips (thinned with a little Crisco).
- Dip patties in chocolate, turn to coat.
- Chill patties until firm (30 minutes).
I keep these peppermint patties in the refrigerator and serve chilled. Yummm!
Peppermint Patty dough dusted
Miss Calamity cutting peppermint circles
Melting the chocolate chips with Crisco
Peppermint dough swimming in a sea of chocolate
I put them on tin foil to chill (on a cookie sheet)
Ready to serve!
One of the beautiful things about candy, is generally, it is made without fresh ingredients (I would add more corn syrup and ditch the egg white in the peppermint patties in a survival situation). Although, not the best use of resources, making candy for Holidays would be a wonderful gift to those enduring life after the balloon goes up. It would provide a moment of normalcy in an entirely non-normal world!
And yes, you can make candy on your wood cookstove!