Be it ever so humble...

I recently came across a snippet of paper that perfectly sums up my homemaking philosophy.  I believe it was distributed by General Mills, under the pen name of Betty Crocker.  Although not considered relevant for modern women, it is perfectly relevant for me!  I can only hope to impart these values to my daughters, who in turn, will impart them to theirs....

Homemakers Creed

I believe homemaking is a noble and challenging career.

 

I believe homemaking is an art, requiring many different skills.

 

I believe homemaking requires the best of my efforts, my abilities and my thinking.

 

I believe home reflects the spirit of the homemaker.

 

I believe home should be a place of peace, joy and contentment.

 

I believe no task is too humble that contributes to the cleanliness, the order, the health, the wellbeing of the household.

 

I believe a homemaker must be true to the highest ideals of love, loyalty, service and religion.

 

I believe home must be an influence for good in the neighborhood, the community, the country.

And so, in keeping with the Homemakers Creed, I strive to make my humble home a place of respite and calm in a world of chaos.  Home truly is where you make it - be it a shop, a tent, a barn or a mansion.  Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

Huntin' Rabbit

As fall (finally) descends upon us, hunting is again on our mind.  Although big game is still a ways off, small game, like grouse and rabbit and hare, is in season.  Wanting to get a jump-start on this year's hunting, Miss Serenity and Master Calvin took the 4-wheeler for an evening drive, shotgun in hand.  As they made their way through the woods, a small movement caught their eye.  A closer look confirmed the presence of a cottontail rabbit just off the path.  Miss Serenity raised her shotgun, pulled the trigger and hit her target dead-on.  After Miss Serenity secured the shotgun, Master Calvin ran to the rabbit, picked him up by the feet and raised him high in the air like a trophy.  Excitedly, they brought their prize home, and after allowing it to be thoroughly admired, they set work skinning the rabbit and harvesting the meat.

Master Calvin and Miss Serenity

Master Hand Grenade teaching Master Calvin and Princess Dragon Snack
how to butcher a rabbit

Skinning the cottontail

Master Hand Grenade expertly skinned the cottontail, not puncturing the skin once, and Miss Serenity stretched the hide on a board and salted it for preservation.   Using his ever expanding meat cutting skills, Master Hand Grenade butchered the rabbit (while teaching his younger siblings as he went) and presented me with perfectly cleaned rabbit meat to use in an upcoming meal.

The yield of 1 cottontail rabbit!

Rabbit meat, bacon and onions

Along with flour, bread crumbs and herbs

Formed into two logs and covered with bacon

I decided upon Hare Haslet to showcase the children's hunting and butchering skills and prepared the rabbit meat for dinner the next evening.  Hare Haslet is an old recipe, but one that can turn the little bit of meat a rabbit produces into a filling family meal.  It is easy to put together and remarkably flavorful.

Oh, what a blessing is the bounty of the forest!


Hare Haslet

1 hare (or rabbit), deboned and minced
1/2 lb. bacon (or other minced meat)
1/4 small loaf bread, cubed  (I used two sliced homemade wheat bread)
1 onion, minced
1 C flour
1 tsp. poultry seasoning
1/2 tsp. garlic
2 eggs
salt and pepper to taste

Cut the meat off the bones and mince.  Add bread, bacon and onion, all minced.  Add flour and season with herbs, pepper and salt  Add eggs.  Mix well together and form into two large rolls.  Put into a greased dish with a slice of bacon on each roll and cover.  Bake in a moderate (350 degree) oven for two hours.

*  My oven temps. fluctuate terribly and my Haslet was overdone.  I would begin checking for doneness at 1 1/2 hours and uncover the last 15 minutes to brown.

Hare Haslet - perfect (if not a little brown)!

Served with red potatoes - yum!

According to Plan...

Although I've read this before, it bears repeating.  Apparently everything is going according to plan....

If I were the Devil

Paul Harvey

If I were the devil … If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness. And I’d have a third of it’s real estate, and four-fifths of its population, but I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — Thee. So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: ‘Do as you please.’

“To the young, I would whisper that ‘The Bible is a myth.’ I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what’s bad is good, and what’s good is ‘square.’ And the old, I would teach to pray, after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington…’
“And then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies and vice versa. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

“If I were the devil I’d soon have families that war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames. If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline emotions — just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.
“Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography — soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money. If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.

“If I were the devil I’d take from those, and who have, and give to those wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. And what do you bet? I could get whole states to promote gambling as thee way to get rich? I would caution against extremes and hard work, in Patriotism, in moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on the TV is the way to be. And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure. In other words, if I were the devil I’d just keep right on doing on what he’s doing. Paul Harvey, good day.”

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If you'd like to hear this in Paul Harvey's own voice, click on this link.

Science Fiction Fun

A few weeks ago Maid Elizabeth, along with Miss Serenity and a  neighborhood friend, attended a large, mostly literary, science fiction convention.  The Con was a week long and the girls attended almost every day, and even included Master Hand Grenade on the last day (his only day off work).  It was fun to watch (and help) the girls dress as a different character each day and then hear their stories when they returned.

They attended various boards, frequented vendor booths, and bought books directly from authors.  They attended an Old English dance, had light saber battles in the middle of the aisle, and reverently touched (and smelled) $1600 first edition books. 

Although they couldn't possibly attend every lecture and class they would have liked, they had a wonderful, whimsical escape into the world of science fiction!

Miss Serenity getting scars

The scars are finished

And her complete outfit

Miss Serenity, Maid Elizabeth and Neighbor Friend
All so very different!!

Miss Serenity, Neighbor Friend, Maid Elizabeth

Maid Elizabeth (with scar) and Miss Serenity

Maid Elizabeth give Miss Serenity a scar

Miss Serenity and Maid Elizabeth

And poor Neighbor Friend!!

Preparedness: Wildfire

Years ago, my parents made an honest assessment of their location, climate and topography and determined that wildfire was their biggest natural disaster threat.  Knowing they couldn't prepare for every eventuality, they chose to focus their natural disaster preparedness efforts on fireproofing (to the best of their abilities) their homestead.  Although there is no way to prevent wildfire there are a few things you can do in order to reduce your fire risk:

1.  REDUCE YOUR FIRELOAD:  Clear dead trees from your property, along with slash piles and brush piles.  Cut tall grasses with a field trimmer, swather or livestock.  Keep outbuildings and other structures free from debris and make sure they are accessible.  Every summer my parents cut down trees that are "standing dead", as well as dead branches and over-grown brush.  They are careful to position slash piles far away from any structures and only burn after a heavy rain.

2.  "FIREPROOF" STRUCTURES:  Although not many structures are truly fire-proof, there are a few things you can do to reduce the possibility of fire.  My parents built their home and all of their outbuildings utilizing metal roofing as siding.  Not only are their roofs metal, so are the exteriors of every building, including their home.  Falling embers and floating ash will not likely spark fires on any of their structures.  Not only did they use building materials that discouraged fire, they also built one truly fireproof structure - a "bat cave".  They dug out the side of a hill, placed a 20 foot steel container in the hole and covered it with dirt, leaving only the door accessible.  After they buried the container, they planted grass over the top and created an entry-way with huge boulders.  All of their basic necessities, food, water and medicine, along with blankets, etc. are stored in the "bat cave".  If everything else is lost, they have something to see them through.

3.  FIREFIGHTING EQUIPMENT:  In addition to other preparations, my parents have invested in equipment to fight fire.  They have a large dozer that can cut a fire-line in a matter of minutes and also a fire fighting trailer (formerly used on a logging job site) equipped with a 350 gallon water tank, trash pump (the trash pump allows them to draft from the creeks, of which they have two on their property, allowing them to fill the tank without any pressurized water supply) water pump and fire hose.  They keep the fire trailer accessible during the entire fire season, maintaining operational readiness by using the trailer to water their garden, thus ensuring well maintained motors and a familiarity of operation.

4.  PRE-PACKED BUG-OUT BAGS/ACCESSIBLE DOCUMENTS:  If all of the previously established fire prevention methods fail, my parents have bug-out bags at the ready, along with highly organized and accessible documents.  Their passports, birth certificates and other documents are stored in an easy-to-access folder in their safe.  There is no rummaging through drawers or sifting through piles in an attempt to locate important documents as a fire is bearing down on the house.  They have incorporated a "grab and go" system that is necessary when all other options fail.

There are no guarantees when preparing for natural disasters but there are steps that you can take to minimize your danger.  Thoughtfully determine what specific natural disasters are most likely to affect you and make preparations accordingly.  If you live in an area prone to tornados, prepare for tornados.  If you have a high probability of earthquake, plan for an earthquake.  If your greatest threat is wildfire, assess your situation and form a preparedness strategy.

Being prepared is much more than stocking up on food and waiting for TEOTWAWKI.  It is about assessing potential threats and taking steps to mitigate the damage.  Remember - preparedness is not rocket science, it's just good, old-fashioned common sense.

The Prayers of the Saints Availeth Much

God has again parted the Red Sea, only this time it was a sea of fire rather than water.   Our Georgia Transplants had evacuated Thursday evening not knowing if they would ever see their home again, but with faith that God's will would be done, regardless of the outcome.  The firefighters had been unable to contain the fire and had called for fire planes to drop retardant directly onto structures, hoping to minimize losses.  Early Friday morning our Georgia Transplants crossed the fire line to view the devastation with their own eyes. As they crested the hill, they were met by a miracle.  Amidst the ashen devastation, shining in the smoky morning haze, was our dear friend's home.  Untouched.   The fire had roared to their fence-line, parted, and continued it's path of destruction, forming a circle around their home.  The fire had parted like the Red Sea, leaving their garden, their home, their shop, their yard, completely untouched.  The prayers of the saints availeth much!

We continue to fall upon our knees in prayer.  Roads too numerous to mention have been closed due to fire.  An entire town is being evacuated.  Fires have us hemmed in on every side.  An area to the south has lost 33 homes and over 70 outbuildings.  One woman has lost her life.  Wildland firefighters are risking their lives in an attempt to save other's lives and livelihoods.  No amount of money or preparation can or will save us - our refuge is in Christ alone.

Thank you for your prayers, but please, do not stop!  Your prayers move the very hand of GOD!  The prayers of the saints truly do availeth much.

In the Line of Fire!!

As many of you know, a tremendous amount of the Redoubt is on fire.  Our family has been blessed to have escaped unscathed so far, however, my parents have been effectively surrounded.  Although their homestead is currently "safe", their pastor and his wife are literally in the "line of fire".  Our dear "Georgia Transplants" have been evacuated and have sought refuge at my parents home.  They were able to evacuate two trailer loads of belongings, but the majority of their worldly possessions are in immanent danger.

Fire in the distance last night

Tired and weary, hoarse from smoke and exhaustion, our Georgia Transplants are praising the Lord.  They are praising Him for His faithfulness.  They are praising Him for His Providence.  They are praising Him for His children that have surrounded them, upheld them and encouraged them.  They are praising Him for their brothers and sisters all over the country that are on their knees interceding on their behalf.  They are praising God in the midst of their storm.

Heading up the draw

Fire is almost to the front yard

I beseech you - please.  Pray for these dear people that we love.  Pray that God sends the rain.  Pray that God stays the fire.  Pray that these fires bring glory to God and point people to His majesty.  But most of all, pray.  And if you are in the middle of your own firestorm, I will pray.  I will pray that as the flames grow nearer, your faith grows stronger - and that you will praise the One that walked with Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego and delivered them from the fiery furnace unscathed.

A Long Overdue Hello

Please accept my humblest apologies for being absent from the blog for so long.  I really have no excuse.  I do have to admit that I have been on sensory overload.  It feels as though the world is coming apart at the seams and the more chaotic the world, the more I am compelled to live a quiet and peaceful life.  Folly, to be sure, but my reality nonetheless.

Our family has been busy.  We are tirelessly preparing, maintaining and managing.  As the daily news becomes more dire our efforts become more consistently focused on preparation.  We have been inventorying our supplies, rounding out our shopping lists and creating comprehensive location charts.  We have streamlined our preparedness stores, rotated our stock and filled emptying barrels.  We have been cleaning out and organizing all of our outbuildings to make them more usable and easily accessible.  These are jobs we do every summer, but this summer we are organizing, inventorying and cleaning with a quiet, but intensified anticipation.

The shelves are filling up with this year's harvest

Along with our cleaning and organizing, we have been canning - not as much as we'd like, but canning as much as we are able.  We have canned gallons of raspberry jam and raspberry orange conserve, as well as bread and butter pickles and many quarts of green beans.  The shelves are filling and the remaining shelves are cleaned and waiting for the tomato harvest, as well as deer and elk.

Freshly canned green beans and raspberry jam

Bread and butter pickles

As the hot summer days give way to cooler, late summer evenings, we have begun our yearly firewood harvest.  Master Hand Grenade and Miss Serenity have been sawing logs so that the rest of the family can split and stack the year's firewood.

And thus we continue our quest for a quiet and peaceful life.....while we are yet able.

Harvesting Garlic

Last fall, we planted our first crop of garlic.  Maid Elizabeth had carted a large bag of bulbs home from a farmers market and, not wanting any to go to waste, we planted the largest, nicest cloves and minced and canned everything else.  We ended up with six 1/2 pints of canned garlic and two medium sized garlic beds.  It was a wonderful garlic experiment.

Early this spring we noticed that our garlic was shooting up and looking wonderful, but we hadn't the slightest idea when or how to harvest.  In early June, after we noticed some of the leaves beginning to brown, we actively began to research the proper time to harvest and how to cure garlic for long term storage (other than canning).  We found that garlic is generally harvested in the beginning to middle of July, after 4 or 5 leaves have browned and withered from the bottom up.  Although it was the last day of June, our hot summer had hurried the garlic along, and, after checking, we determined that it was ready to harvest.

The girls and I headed to the raised beds, basket in hand, to reap the rewards of our labor (although truth be told, there is very little labor involved in growing garlic).  We carefully dug up each bulb, wiped the dirt from the surface and snipped the roots close.  Bulb after bulb yielded to our gentle tugs, until at last, our basket was filled to overflowing.  The bulbs were gorgeous, some nearly as big as a baseball!

After harvesting the garlic, we stood our screened drying rack up in the sun room and prepared the garlic for curing.  Garlic needs to be cured for about two weeks in a warm, well ventilated room, out of direct sunlight.  Not wanting to put the garlic in the shed (where the generator is housed) we sacrificed precious floor space in the sunroom/sleeping porch.  After the garlic has cured for a week, we will braid the stalks and put them back on the screen racks to cure for another week.

While most of the garlic will be for eating, the best, healthiest looking bulbs will be stored until fall when we once again fill the raised garden beds with cloves for next summer's harvest.

Oh, the sweet harvest of summer!