What? You were expecting some fresh cooking ideas? Sorry to disappoint you, but this is just a recipe for mealtime fun. Normally, I discourage all manner of unmannerliness, but we lightened up a little at suppertime tonight. This is Joseph through and through. Who knew you could make a mask out of a tortilla? I sure never thought of that.
We had a full and productive weekend. After two trips to the old house, our new house is now sporting transplanted landscaping with familiar perennials I love. Boxwood…the aroma takes me back to Williamsburg, where I first fell in love with them…also my lavender and bee balm, peonies and black-eyed Susans, and many others that needed divided anyway. It sure beats the hosta and tiger lilies that surrounded the house up until yesterday.
And if that isn’t enough to make our new home more homey, we hauled over the large wooden swingset. Elisabeth was delighted to be able to swing in the baby swing, and Joseph zoomed down the slide head-first. It really completes the backyard.
We also began free ranging our chickens, under supervision, since Tricky doesn’t know how to be a good boy. Oh, happy chickens. The garden is basically done until I get my lettuce in for the fall, so they can scratch to their hearts’ content. I don’t know who enjoys it more–the tomato-pecking, bug-eating, wing-flapping, running-through-the-grass chickens or us, since we get to enjoy the show. And you should have heard the bewildered squawks coming from any poor hen who dared venture anywhere near Penguin and her chicks. I thought Tricky was assertive, but I must say that a mother hen is equally impressive in her ability to defend and protect.
We butchered our last 8 young rabbits tonight. Mission accomplished. I’m convinced my sons could skin a rabbit unsupervised if they had to with little or no shedding of their own blood. We also have one rooster to butcher (not Tricky) and possibly a hen if we can determine who the new egg-eater is. In the meantime, we check the nest boxes often in our efforts to thwart temptation.
What else…I baked 11 pumpkins from the garden, pureed them and put them in the freezer for pies and muffins. Yes, in spite of the cross-pollination, I got a number of true pumpkins. Hurrah! And I’ve also learned that just about any ol’ squash can pass for pumpkin if you add enough cinnamon. Made some delicious sourdough pumpkin pancakes, which were eagerly devoured this past very cool Saturday morning. It really seemed like fall.
Sourdough Pumpkin Pancakes
1 cup sourdough starter (fed within the last 12 hr)
3 cups Prairie Gold white wheat flour (or whole wheat pastry flour or barley flour)
3 1/2 cups raw milk
1- 1 1/2 cups homemade pureed pumpkin
2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. sea salt
2 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp. ground cloves
1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg
The evening prior to cooking, combine starter, flour and milk in large mixing bowl. Mix until smooth, cover with towel and leave on counter overnight. (Depending on the type of flour you use and whether or not it’s freshly ground, you may need to adjust the flour-to-milk ratio. You don’t want it too soupy at this point since you’ll be adding more liquid ingredients in the morning.)
In the morning, whisk eggs, pumpkin, baking soda, salt and spices in small bowl. Add to the flour/starter mixture and stir gently until smooth.
Oil griddle lightly with coconut oil and scoop batter onto griddle with large ice cream/cookie scoop. Turn when tops are covered with bubbles and edges look cooked. Flip and cook second side until golden.
Serve with butter and real maple syrup.
My last item of interest really deserves its own post, but I’d be remiss in leaving it out of this weekend’s highlights. On Sunday we were again blessed to spend the day with our church family. It’s difficult to put into words how very thankful we are to have found this fellowship. In a day and age where biblical preaching is often an oxymoron, we are so grateful for the depth of expository preaching we hear. I feel as one friend so eloquently puts it, “We feel like we stand under a refreshing waterfall each Sunday, having truth poured over and filling our hungry souls.”
Our family has been on a journey these last years, and we’ve found that the “narrow way” keeps getting narrower, and we thank God for directing us to the path of sola scriptura and placing us in a body of likeminded believers with similar vision for their families, where our iron is sharpened regularly.