My Amish Home: Dreaming of a patio while canning
"The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination of the Lord, but the words of the pure are pleasant words. He that is greedy of gain troubleth his own house; but he that hateth gifts shall live. The Lord is far from the wicked: but he heareth the prayer of the righteous." Proverbs 15:26, 27, 29
I keep wondering if it was this nice 39 years ago today. I wasn't paying attention to the weather. I was headed to Decatur. We then presented to the world a beautiful baby girl named Rachel Elizabeth, our second daughter, who is now a mother of six. No wonder I feel old.
We have had some really beautiful summer weather. I so love it! The crops look amazing. The gardens, too. And weeds. I must get out there before it gets out of hand. But right now I'm kept busy with peas and beans. I don't get a lot at each picking, but it adds up.
I'm canning our beans for our daughter Cindy and her family in Dale. Their garden isn't doing too well, although their daughter Mary Lorene planted potatoes. Cindy said those plants look really nice. So maybe they'll at least have potatoes.
This past Sunday morning was such a beautiful morning, I so wished we'd have a patio table, so I could sit out there and eat breakfast.
I put that on my agenda, to find a patio table and chairs. I don't have an actual patio, but I have to start somewhere. If I wait until we can remove the sod and put down bricks, we may never get the table and chairs. I'll just put it on the grass.
After living here for five years, I finally know (or think I do!) how and where I want the patio and fire ring. A lot of the stuff I can't do, so I have to makeshift or go at it kind of backward.
I also had an idea how I can gain some room for all my "stuff" in my little nook in the kitchen I claim for my office. So now I want to get some bookshelves to put some of my books and clutter on, then I can have more desk space. I just don't know which has first priority.
The fire ring is probably the last thing to happen. As fast as time goes, it may very well not happen this summer. We are already headed to the end of June.
By the time this column comes out, our little town of Arthur will have had its Freedom Celebration. That's always such a big thing. For me, I like to just stay out of the way. Too many cars — and people.
Husband Erwin's summer vacation is the week of the Fourth. I sure wish I would have had my ducks in a row; I would have tried to get a way to go to Dale, to see our new grandbaby. He'll probably be playing ball before we get to see him. Oh, well ...
Our family is once again planning a picnic for the Fourth. We tried it last year on several different occasions. Each time, it rained. We haven't made any definite plans except for a tentative one for a picnic in the Sullivan Park.
As for the other days of vacation week, I don't think we have anything in particular planned.
Maybe we could take a day off and go to Rockome Gardens. When the girls were small, we would pack a picnic lunch and tour the gardens. We'd find a shady spot and enjoy our lunch, then go get ice cream. Back then you went through an old barn.
They also had a chicken that would do something, lay an egg maybe? That's what chickens do, right? Actually, I can't remember, I just know you paid a quarter and it would do a trick or something.
We would also go to the Arthur Sale Barn. Back then, we had a variety of animals, rare breeds and not so rare.
At this point in time, a chance to relax on the recliner sounds kind of inviting ...
Or maybe we could do what we girls used to do when we were just tots. Well, I did. My older sister Louise was probably working. We didn't ever go on vacation, but we would have free time in the afternoon, if we weren't canning bushels and bushels of stuff. We would lie out in the grass and watch the fluffy white clouds. We'd see how many different shapes of things we could see.
Ah, the simple pleasures of long ago. Sometimes, for a real treat, we'd have a glass of our dad's homemade root beer.
What I wouldn't do for a glass of his root beer again!
In closing, never haste to end the day; there are so few of them in a lifetime.
How about this tasty treat for your backyard barbecue?
1 1/2 cups flour
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
3/4 cup cold butter, cubed
3/2 cup chopped pecans
1/2 gallon vanilla ice cream, softened
1 can (12 ounces) frozen pink lemonade concentrate, thawed
In a small bowl, combine flour and brown sugar; cut in butter until crumbly. Stir in pecans.
Spread in a single layer into a greased 15-by-10-by-1-inch baking pan. Bake at 375 degrees for nine to 12 minutes or until golden brown, stirring once. Cool on a wire rack for 10 minutes.
In a large bowl, beat ice cream and lemonade until blended.
Sprinkle half of the crumbles into a greased 13-by-9-inch dish. Spread with ice cream mixture; sprinkle with remaining crumbles. Cover and freeze overnight. Remove from the freezer 15 minutes before serving.