Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I was 9 years old. This day, this moment in childhood sticks out in my mind almost more than any other event in 40 years. My mom had worked so hard on this day. It wasn’t a glitzy elaborate event. Handmade ornaments were hanging from Christmas tree, surrounded by multi colored glow from the lights. Handmade garland made from cut outs of fabric, sewn together and stuffed, then strung together perfectly was hanging from the ceiling between the living room/ dining room areas in our base housing at Camp Pendleton, California. My mom, my sister, and my step dad lived in a modest 2 bedroom home there. As most military families we were not wealthy or even well off. My parents struggled to pay the bills and to provide for our family. But, at 9, not of that was even apparent to me. I walked out into the living room from my room to see what Santa had left me. I was wearing pajamas made for me by my grandma back east. The excitement was caught in a picture at the very moment I saw the presents.
I received 4 gifts that year. An Andy Gibb poster, an Andy Gibb puzzle and the two things that were the pivotal weapons to groom me into the person I am today. A Gerber Baby Doll that my mom had saved Gerber labels from my baby sister’s baby food and mailed in and received for free. She was dressed in a white gown, hand sewn, her eyes closed when you laid her down and she was beautiful. I loved her. She was mine to love forever. The other item was a handmade cradle for my baby that my step dad had crafted and my mom had painted white. In the cradle was a pink bedding set. The blanket and pillow were also handmade for me by my mom. It was the greatest Christmas ever. I cannot tell you many details about other years. But this Christmas….it was different.
Why this Christmas stood out in my mind didn’t become clear to me until much later. You see, all I ever wanted to be was a mom. That’s it. I never as a child inspired to be a doctor or a lawyer or anything other than a mom. I was to have 2 boys and 2 girls. They would all be beautiful and perfect. I would dress them in expensive clothing and match them to each other. Dresses for the girls, adorable pant suits for the boys. They would be smothered in love every moment of everyday. I would lavish them with everything they ever dreamed of having. I was going to marry an amazing handsome man, maybe a doctor, or maybe a prince, and would spend my life caring for my family. We would be the envy of the suburban neighborhood we were going to live in. We would go to church of course, every Sunday in our Sunday best. And I would chat with the other moms about all the amazing things my children were doing this week. And we would watch the children laugh and play together. Then we would go to grandma’s house for our Sunday dinner and the cousins would all play together for the afternoon. During the week I, of course, would volunteer for charities. Giving back would always be important. Maybe saving animals or the homeless would be my calling. That would be my life. An important one, a fabulous one. A mother, a wife, a volunteer, making a difference in the world. That would be me.
Two lessons came from that day. One, was there was no such thing as Santa Claus (well….I saw my mom in the mall at Spencer’s gifts buying that Andy Gibb puzzle before Christmas and it came from Santa DUH!) The second lesson was that dreams do come true.
Although I must confess that God answers prayers in his way and on his time. This life I lead 29 years later. The life of a mother, of a wife, and of a volunteer is not anywhere close to being that princess perfect life I dreamed of. You see my dreams never had words like Atriaventricular Septal Defect, Bicuspid Aortic Valve, Congenital Heart Defects, Down Syndrome, Autism, Mood Disorder, Oppositional Defiance Disorder, or Expressive Language Disorder. My dreams never had me spending nights in a hospital standing a vigilant guard by my child’s bedside. Watching the monitors and praying for sleep and no PVC’s. Nor did my dreams have me spending my days learning about chest tubes and Pacemaker wires. I also didn’t dream the 10 therapy appointments a week that we attend. The multiple Autistic meltdowns of epic proportions weren’t on the agenda either. None of these things were in my planning when I planned out my life but alas here we are....Here I am. A few other things weren’t on my list of dreams either. But through it all one thing remains true. God does not call on the equipped. He equips those who he calls. And God is the one who makes the choices for me in my life. I am simply here, doing God's work. Blessed to be the one he has called and equipped for this journey. I love my family and my life. And those beauitful babies that God has sent me!
Monday, August 29, 2011
4 cups of saurkraut
Brine: 16 cups of Vinegar, 16 cups water, 2 cups sugar, 1 cup canning salt.
Makes 8 quarts
Cut the ends off your peppers and deseed them. Stuff them with cooked saurkraut. Add one tablesoon of minced garlic to each quart jar and stuff them with the banana peppers. Cover with Brine leaving 1/4 inch head space.
Seal with hot seals and rims. Water bath for 10 minutes.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Cook your beets in a large stock pot with the roots and stems attached. Cook them approx. 45 mins or until tender.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
After his breakfast of toast, cantaloupe and yogurt...he then had cheese its and animal crackers. LOL Then juice.....It takes alot of bribing to get him to sit for a long time.
And he's ALWAYS ready to ham it up for the camera!
Of course thrown into the mix of craziness in the kitchen are the kitty Baers....At least they can occupy themselves with a friendly (or not so friendly) game of wrestle mania. Hissing and tackling each other is apparently a form of fun for them...
Now that everything is mixed and ready....it's ready to simmer for at least 30 minutes. I get my jars ready and in the dishwasher and start the dishwasher (for sterile and hot jars), the water for the hot bath (see Zucchini Relish post for detail instructions on all this) and the simmering all at the same time.
Then while it simmers and the dishwasher runs you can attempt to clean the kitchen....while little Baer helps....
He's still in pjs (Hey it's Sunday...perfect pj day) And is loving the jar rings. Bracelets, Anklets, you name it, they are good for fun! (Baby Baer has given up and taken a nap by this point!)
Jar Funnel: For ease in packing jars
Air getter outer?: For getting the air out of jars after packed and before sealing.
Seal magnet: for retrieving the seals from the simmering water with ease
Jar claw?: For putting jars in and out of water bath without burning yourself. (Papa Baer says stand back though! Water splashes!)
I have no idea of the "real" names for this tool set. But you can purchase it at Walmart for really cheap. And it makes canning easy. And honestly they are really needed. So go buy some! (dress first though so you don't end up like People of Walmart. )
SO....Back to the recipe and directions....
Once your jars are hot. Pack the jars with simmering salsa and seal with your simmering seals. Water bath for 20 minutes and set the jars on a dishtowel and cover with a dishtowel till cool and sealed. DON'T press the seals to check for sealing. Let them cool and then check them. Make sure they all sealed and then you are good to go! This recipe will yeild approx 32 pint size jars of salsa!