My Amish Home | Hoping horse doesn't show unbridled enthusiasm

My Amish Home | Hoping horse doesn't show unbridled enthusiasm

"This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth: But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." 1 John 1:5-7

If most of August is like the last three days of July, I guess we'll have cold, dreary days. I certainly hope that doesn't hold true. I am so not done with hot weather.

Anyway, tomatoes do not ripen well in cool weather. But the rain really was welcome. From Sunday morning until Monday noon, we had 2 inches. Sis Barb Gingerich said they had 5 inches.

This is now toward noon and I still haven't done any laundry. And I have to leave. I'll be gone for awhile. I guess if I don't get back in time, I will have to turn our clothes inside out and use the backside of the towels. Not!

I have workday planned for tomorrow (Wednesday). Maybe I can get the granddaughters to do the laundry. Maybe!

Two of our granddaughters, Margaret and Regina Bath of Dale, were at our house from Friday until Sunday morning. We enjoyed their stay. I did make them slave away. Not! But we did work in the garden Friday. Unknown to me, there was treasure hidden in the weeds. Well, maybe not so much treasure, but a big watermelon. It weighed 25 pounds. It is from a volunteer vine. As far as I know we ate only seedless watermelon, so ... ?

We haven't cut it open yet, so I don't know what it looks like on the inside.

I was gone all day Saturday, so the girls visited their Grandma Miller and otherwise entertained their Grandpa Otto. They did finish weeding the garden.

I was doing a tour with a group of Chinese students. If their chatter was any indication, then they really enjoyed themselves. It was an interesting tour. It's just that I had to finish my cleaning afterward and I was late getting home.

Margaret and Regina's parents, Freeman and Cindy, Aaron Joel and Amy Dianne came Sunday for a wedding. Then, Sunday evening, our family, Milton Yoders, Freemans and we gathered at Lloyd Yoders for supper.

I am back and probably no one missed me! I had my appointment time mixed up.

I thought it was at 11:20 a.m., but it was actually at 1 p.m. So I hurried and did part of the laundry after my appointment and errands. We got back and I still had time to finish the laundry. I only had several loads of towels left to do.

It looks quite rainy. It was thundering. The towels weren't really dry yet, so I'm keeping my eye on the weather. I believe it might be just moving on. The south doesn't look as stormy anymore.

We have an unspoken rule — well, I guess we speak it to our children early on — but it is to never, ever remove the horse's bridle while it is still hitched to the buggy. Ordinarily, once that bridle comes off, the horse will bolt. Maybe it would be because that is the last thing to be removed when unharnessing a horse.

The other morning, I wondered what you do if the horse removes it by itself, while tied up.

It happened the other morning — to me. I heard a noise out by the barn, went to take a look and there was our horse, the bridle completely off, dangling from the tie rope and the lines.

I went out, took stock of the situation, held his head. He was too far back for me to slip the bridle back on. I was afraid if I tried to make him come forward, he would bolt. He was still fastened to the buggy. I couldn't yell — that really would scare him!

So, shaking in my shoes, I asked the Lord to please help me. He did. I slowly unsnapped the tie rope from the bridle, then unsnapped the lines, slow and easy, then slipped the bridle back on and fastened the line and the tie rope. All was well. He just stood there like, "What's the big deal?"

I went in the house, thanked the Lord and still shook awhile. Then I went about my business.

Granddaughter Deniece Yoder sure surprised me and really made my day recently. She had been to the St. Louis Zoo and saw all these funky pens. She immediately knew she had to get one for me. All the grandchildren know how I like funky pens. I have a huge collection.

So this pen is very special. I guess one might even say it resembles me. It's a monkey!

In closing, I live in my own world, but that's OK — they know me there.

This week, we'll have apple dumplings. I wish my hubby liked them as much as I do.


For dumplings

8 baking apples; peeled and cored

1 double pie crust recipe

1 cup sugar

1 tablespoon cinnamon

8 teaspoons butter

For syrup

2 cups cool water

1 tablespoon plus 1 1/2 teaspoons cornstarch

1 1/2 cups sugar

1/4 cup lemon juice

1 to 2 teaspoons cinnamon

Heat oven to 375 degrees.

Mix sugar and cinnamon; set aside.

Divide pie crust into eight equal pieces. Roll out each piece onto a floured surface into shape of a square about 6 to 8 inches. To test size, place an apple in center and see if you can bring four corners up to meet at top.

Place one peeled, cored apple in center of each square of rolled pie crust. Fill cavity with sugar/cinnamon mixture. Dot with 1 teaspoon of butter.

Bring one corner of pastry up over top of apple. Take opposite corner and overlap it over first one and moisten to seal together. Repeat with last two corners of pastry. Place eight dumplings in a sprayed baking dish.

To make syrup, whisk cornstarch into water. Combine 11 / 2 cups sugar, lemon juice and cinnamon in a saucepan and cook over low heat for three minutes, or until sugar is dissolved and mixture starts to thicken. Pour syrup over dumplings in baking dish.

Bake for 50 to 60 minutes until well-browned and a fork pressed into apples tests soft.

Serve warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

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