Recipes or Feeding One Person.

 Recipes or Feeding One Person.

 

One of my grandsons loves Chicken Voila! His grandmother (the old woman) thinks it is mighty fine as well. The family size bags are great for reruns or for feeding two or three hungry teenagers—except maybe not the girlfriend who thinks vegetables are terrible! Simply can’t imagine!! Anyway, Sterling said that he likes some of those meals in a box from some woman whose name is like Michelana or something like that. He says she makes a mighty tasty pie, too. Have discovered that he feels just like our dad did about beef—it is just a bit much chewing for a working man or even a retired old wood worker. Beef, even when it is put in the crockpot with plenty of tenderizer, can be pretty hard to chew if your teeth are not exactly on point for gnashing that stuff about. Sterling said that he wallowed that stuff around and swallowed it for years and then had indigestion. Sad, just sad.

 

Anyway, read today that our ancestors ate a whole bate of seaweed and assorted green stuff from the sea instead of all that much meat. Let’s face it. If the population of humans got a little large, then not enough rabbits, bears, or cattle would have kept them in meat. Just made me think about some of the things that scientists have been suggesting as possible meals for folks who are starving for lack of what we consider civilized foods. Guess John the Baptist ate locusts and honey for his meals, so maybe that would work on the bug population. Texas certainly had the grasshoppers this year.

 

At one time, Jerusalem was surrounded and the people there were starving. No one came in and brought them anything to eat or otherwise airlifted anything else to them. They were on their own. But God provided. Some kind of green stuff started growing everywhere there was dirt. And the people ate it and survived. Manna it was not, but edible it was. Can’t imagine enough green stuff growing right now in Gaza to provide for even one person as much as they seem to be trampling upon one another. But the sea is right there. Fish, sea weed? Maybe they simply can’t get to it. Just not that familiar with the map of that area. But may they be given what they need within God’s grace.

 

Went to the feed store today and unloaded that earlier into the bins. Hoping this is enough feed for a while. Have lay crumble in both coops, but the wheat and sunflower seeds are in the front coop where they can be easily pitched either to the outside or back inside the middle coop. Still can’t keep the danged doves out of the coops. Have strung silver tape all over the place, but they simply are not the least bit concerned with it. Oh well. Someone can have all the doves they would want that are plenty fat and sassy if they would just bring a net and catch them!

 

Still have laundry to fold. This is a never-ending story in every house in the land. Looked at some stuff that they say a person should put in the washer to keep it from accumulating gunk. Can’t tell that mine has any, but then, it is a relatively new washer. Love my top-loading washer. If it needs to stop for some reason, it is not a problem. Just push a button and add an item or whatever. Convenience is wonderful. This is like the extra maids that the women in the Bible had. We don’t have maids—well, most of us don’t—but we have so many things to make life easier. If we did not have washers and all the accoutrements, can you imagine how dirty we would get! Even my mom only washed once a week. And Grandmother Pollard had to take clothes to a laundry or wash them by hand. HER mother washed clothes in a big pot over a fire! But she had to wash the clothes for the hired hands that worked on the ranch, too. Her husband made sure the men actually took a bath about once a week! She made the lye soap! Oh! Our lives are so different now!

 

Stood out on the deck that Hanan made for me and enjoyed watching my hens. Have a few that have names: Red, Thelma, and Jolene. The rest are just the kind that flock my feet whenever they see me come out the door. Have to be careful not to step on toes or trip over a couple of hens who just know for sure that some kind of goodie is forthcoming. They are usually right. Love those silly critters.

 

Let us be grateful for all the blessings that we have today and ask that God provide hope for those who have lost it or can’t feel it right now. We ALL need joy in our lives no matter the circumstances around us. May God give that hope and lift up those who are down.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.