I will start this week off with a couple recipes. One canning and the other a nice summer salad. Note that I made 2 batches of the cheesy sauce to do my broccoli. I had lots and lots of Kohlrabi to do something with also, so I cut it in match sticks and poured the sauce over it and baked it on 350 degrees for about an hour until it was slightly browned and the Kohlrabi was softened. This made like a scalloped Kohlrabi. Tuesday and Thursday were busy days in the kitchen after harvesting the garden.

I did discover that covering my cruciferous plants was profitable. It didn’t totally eliminate the worms and in the future I will watch the plants closer, but with a lot less spraying I actually found no worms on my broccoli this year after harvest. What a difference it made in the time it took to clean it and get it ready for eating.

Spicy Cucumber Salsa Salad

  • 1 cucumber cubed a half to quarter inch.
  • 1 cup of fresh corn
  • ¼ cup of onion diced
  • 1 tomato diced
  • 1 mild or hot pepper to the heat of your liking diced
  • 1 pint black beans or small can drained and rinsed
  • 1 cup cooked rice
  • 2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
  • 1 tablespoon lime juice
  • Pinch of lime zest if you have it.

Mix all ingredients in a container with a lid and let set for a couple hours or overnight. Serve as a main dish, over a salad or drained in a wrap. I like the flavor of fire roasted corn so I roasted the corn before cutting off the cob.

Creamy Broccoli and Mock Cheese Soup For canning.

  • Fresh broccoli around 3 heads depending on size
  • ½ cup raw cashews soaked 15 minutes or longer in water
  • 6 cups water
  • 3 carrots diced
  • ½ cup diced onion
  • 3cups diced sweet potatoes
  • 1 tablespoon tamari
  • 1 tablespoon lemon juice
  • 1 cup cooked brown and wild rice
  • 1 pint or small can white beans
  • 1 teaspoon white miso
  • 1 cup nutritional yeast
  • 3 cloves of garlic minced
  • 2 teaspoons salt
  • ¼ teaspoon smoked paprika
  • Short shake of buffalo seasoning.

Cover cashews with water in a cup or bowl and soak while prepping vegetables.

In 4 qt. or bigger stock pot pour 6 cups of water and add all ingredients above except Broccoli and bring to a boil. Turn down to a simmer and simmer for 30 minutes to an hour depending on how small you cut your veggies. You want them tender. Blend this mixture with an emersion blender or cool and blend in a counter top blender. While the mixture is cooking, clean and sanitize 8 pint jars and chop your broccoli to the size you prefer in soup. It will get mushy during the process time so keep that in mind. Fill your jars to where the neck starts to decrease on your jar with your chopped broccoli. Using your canning funnel pour the mock cheese sauce over the broccoli. I then take a butter knife and run it up and down in the jar to get any air bubbles out of this thick mixture. Fill the jars to just above the broccoli. You do not want to get them too full or in processing the sauce will get under your lids and cause the seal to fail. Choose the proper size lids for your jars and boil them for 3 minutes to soften the rubber. Screw them on tightly. Put water the approximate temp that your sauce is in a pressure canner and then put in your jars of soup. Can on 10 lbs. pressure for 60 minutes. This will make 7 to 8 pint jars depending on how tight you pack your broccoli.

I am over and over amazed at my blessings. Been working on gifts and finished weeding the strawberries. I also got the dead wood taken out of the raspberries. The forecasted rain Wednesday night got me on the mower in the evening when it cooled down. I sure cut it close. LOL I was wondering if I left a few wisps of uncut grass here and there. It was getting dark as I finished up mowing the bottom ground after Duane was in bed asleep. The next day he went to mow the other side of the creek and said I didn’t miss a thing. He teases me often about getting lights for the mower. I probably am not alone in that I would prefer mowing to dishes. Especially after a day of canning and processing things in the kitchen. I am thankful for a husband who will do the clean up while I race around the yard on our zero turn mower.

Wednesday morning I picked up my cousin and we went to Ft. Wayne to get her chair that she had refinished. A place on Bass Rd. between Thomas Rd. and Hadley Rd and it sure looked nice when he was done with it. I was a bit nervous about getting it home without it getting scratched again. I was amazed that it made it unscathed. She was so happy to get her treasured chair home.

Thursday the bee keeper came and put a hive on top of our barrel with some frames of honey in it. We are hoping the bees will want to move up in the world and they will take their queen to the penthouse he brought for them. LOL Maybe I should start singing the song “Moving On Up” The Jefferson’s Theme Song as I walk the path to the garden.

Chatting with the bee keeper’s wife and daughter I learned something new. She said they would have to take the bees away for a while then bring them back to their new location. That to do a successful move you either move bees no more than three feet or no less than 3 miles. They have to redirect their built in GPSs for a successful move. I am hoping and praying for success

Just a question to ponder that came to my mind today. What does submission look like to you. All the possible definitions of this one word submit and the different feelings attached to it in different times in my life swirl in my mind like a tornado with it’s threatening disaster.

I am attending a writer’s retreat this weekend and after a rushed morning getting ready to travel the 45 minutes to the retreat, I made a firm choice. I am going to find some soaking worship music to listen to on the way and prepare my heart to meet with my Father in heaven. I decided to leave the group early last night to get home and rinse and re-brine my 14 day pickles and still get enough rest to enjoy the retreat.

Submit was the key word that came to my mind today and eventually summed up my week. All the possible definitions of this one word, submit, and the different feelings attached to it in different times in my life swirled in my mind like a tornado threatening disaster.

As I shut the car door I was shutting out the world and all the thoughts of what needed done at home. As I pulled out the drive my heart began to calm, my eyes were drawn to the beauty around me. Fresh cut hay, the dew hanging thick on our lush green land. I felt like the Father was telling me this is what submit is and it is necessary for my walk with Him. Smelling, experiencing and drinking in His goodness is the only thing that can prepare me for any hard situation in life. The tears began to flow as I recalled all the angry fits I had at his feet or in his lap arguing my right to my feelings. Never did he tell me my feelings were invalidated, but eventually he always led me to a place where I could see things through a new perspective. Always his calm reassurances led me to a peaceful heart and kinder resolutions. When I would let go of my right to my feelings and listen for his guidance, things I would never have thought of miraculously came to my mind, my perspective changed and even difficult confrontations came to peaceful resolve and improved relationships in my life. He let me know that submit is only dreadful when we submit to the wrong authority. When we truly submit ourselves to Him, our lives only change for the better. This does not dismiss the difficulties of living in a broken world. Christ did go to the cross despite wanting that cup taken from Him and people are still dying for their belief in Christ. What submitting to our Father in Heaven does do is prepare our hearts for the difficult things we will face. Often it gives us a road map that keeps us out of the emotional mine fields that would over take us without his direction. Today I have a different picture of Submitting to my Father in Heaven. A picture of a 2 year old crawling up on her daddy’s lap, with a boo boo, or just senseless chatter about her day. Then this loving Father speaks to her and repeats over and over affirmations of who she is to him, what he sees in her and with a gentle kiss on her boo boo he also heals her heart. I think in the future I will continue to take tidbits of time to submit myself to him. I can now say that and not have my mind flooded with bad emotions. This morning the Lord’s tornado cleared out all those bad memories of submission and replaced them with his perfect love.

Before leaving for the retreat I got a phone call from my neighbor. She is 95 and was so excited for me to see her peach tree. I stopped on my way out of town and agreed I would come pick after the retreat. Her sharing her bounty with me is another example of the rich blessings I enjoy living where I do. Fresh sweet peaches from a neighbors tree is a blessing, but her friendship is even sweeter than that. The people in this neighborhood are like family. When there is a loss or we need some help all of our neighbors are just a phone call away and we also try to be available when a need arises. What a precious gift it is to live here. God is good and we are blessed here on the Wade Homestead.