Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Freshly baked bread and coffee...


Last night our flat was filled with the wafting scent of bread—honey, wheat bread specifically.  My Midnight Man was prowling and behaving like a small child on seemingly long road trip.  Are we there yet?...  Is the bread baked yet?...What do you mean you just turned on the oven?...”  That lovely smell of sweet nuttiness and yeast was tantalising, I must confess.  The stronger the scent became, the more I wanted coffee to go with it. 
I once heard that if an estate agent (real estate agent) is having a difficult time selling a house, they will often tell the sellers to put on a pot of coffee and make some bread.  Much easier these days with bread machines.  Those two smells—bread and coffee—evoke strong feelings of comfort and home. 
When our last loaf of store-bought bread finished, I said to M. Midnight Man “I’ll make some bread.”  Then I made American Baking Soda biscuits instead.  Those lasted one day....  Monday got by, no bread.  Yesterday I thought, “Soda bread is fast, easy and made without yeast.  I’ll do some of that.”  However, once I got to the kitchen, I changed my mind; I wanted to make yeast bread.  I was looking for my Granny’s fast bread recipe, but found this Honey Wheat bread instead. 
I have a beautiful Kitchen Aid mixer that I truly enjoy using.  It makes stirring up cookies, cakes and meringues simple and fast.  I’d never used it to make yeast bread before.  It was time to try it. 
Now a lot of bread recipes say to add the water to the flour.  I, on the other hand find it easier to slowly add the flour into the water.  I find it mixes in better, taking on a cake-like texture to begin with, then slowly stiffening as I work in the flour.  I don’t like the feel of trying to work water into flour, as it feels like I’m making flour paste—which has a texture like wallpaper paste.  Cooking really is about finding personal preferences and approaches to get the desires result.
The recipe I used is one my Mom cut out from a flyer that came in with the gas bill.  It’s called
Whole Wheat Batter bread.
4 ½ cups whole wheat flour
2 cups white flour
4 Tablespoons honey
2 teaspoons salt
2 eggs
2 packages active dry yeast (about 2-3 Tablespoons dry yeast)
2 Tablespoons softened butter (I substituted cooking oil for the butter.)
2 Cups warm water (120°-130°F)
1)        Mix 1 ½ cups white flour, honey, salt and yeast in a large bowl; add butter and water.
2)    Beat two minutes at medium speed.
3)    Add eggs and ½ cup white flour.  Beat two minutes at high speed.
4)    Stir in whole wheat flour to make a soft dough.
5)    Cover, let rise until double.
6)    Stir down and turn into two well-greased 1 ½ quart casseroles.
7)    Cover, let rise until double.
8)    Bake in 375°F oven 35 minutes or until done.
Having read the instructions I did a few things differently.
1)                  Pour 1/3 cup of boiling water into glass measuring jug. 
2)                  Add the honey until well dissolved into water.
3)                  Add butter and stir till melted.
4)                  Pour in 1 2/3 cup cool water into measuring jug.
5)                  Pour the liquid into the mixing bowl.
6)                  Add in yeast and stir well.
7)                  Slowly start adding flour, white first, then whole meal. 
8)                  Let rise.

The bread came out of the oven about 9:35 pm.  I waited until My Midnight Man had been out of the shower a few minutes before announcing that for which he waited was finished.  It was cool enough to cut and eat. 
I’d checked that the bread sounded hollow when thumped on the bottom, the indication it was done.  Yet, the inside was sticky.  The texture of the bread showed it was indeed done, and the bread didn’t sink in the middle, as will happen when the bread hasn’t baked through.  The bread toasts very nicely, because the honey causes more caramelization than the simple starch in the bread.  So, now for some lovely toast with our eggs and baked beans for breakfast! 

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Looking back...looking forward



                It’s time to get back to the book project I was so excited about in February.  I’d purchased a workbook entitled “Book In A Month—the fool-proof system for writing a novel in 30 days.”  It’s written by Victoria Lynn Schmidt, Ph.D.  So I sat myself down and organized according to the schedule in the book.  As each day went on, I began to realise that each person could make the “BIAM” system accommodate his/her working style.
                Between the fatigue and life, I didn’t hit the goal of a manuscript completed in 30 days.  But, the book did help me focus, write a general out-line and help me answer some questions as to what I wanted to put into the book.  I even got the first chapter re-written and the 2nd chapter started.
                My understanding of why I’ve not pressed on has to do with having started a new job (albeit part-time), battling first a kidney infection, then an inner ear infection, plus other projects.  But the great thing about the Holy Spirit and the “Calling” is that it whispers my name every day.
                Over the last two weeks many authors have been interviewed on various television programmes.  So although I often feel overwhelmed, intimidated and want to procrastinate, the yearning to write, to communicate just won’t leave me alone. 
                That’s why blogging seems so important to me—because it’s the bridge between meeting a daily goal (about 700 to 800 words per day) and the courage to move onto the bigger stories I have in my head.  Some of those story ideas are actually typed in a sketchy form and in a folder on my computer.
                One of the biggest problems I am fighting right now is that the story I am supposed to be working on is a major re-write.  It took a long time to actually want to re-write it—as I’d done it once already.  But, 16-years later I must admit the story is indeed amateurish, contrived.  It was easier to write because I was fresh out of my three-month School of Writing (Youth With A Missions’ University of the Nations).  Although the theme of the book is “trusting God to make the impossible happen”; I was more focused on getting the characters to the end of the “happy-ever-after” ending than I was about making the plot mature.   The passion there was the writing—not the story. 
                Another reason it has taken me so long to warm up to the re-writing the “Promise Cup”, is because I’ve been pondering what I wanted to theme to be—besides the genre’.  Was the theme too general, did it need to be more specific?  After all, I know that I write about relationships and romance.  But I’ve been sitting and meditating about my characters and realise, I don’t know them.  I’ve known about them—but why would the hero be the one man that the protagonist want to marry?  Why did she fall in love with him?  So, I understand that I have a lot of “pre-story” writing to do. 
                Maybe I need to read through “Book In A Month” again, study it so that I can apply myself to it and get the most out of the workbook.  There is also an on-line group on Yahoo that is meant to be a help.  I posted messages and goals met there in February.  One more tool to utilise and help the process of writing the book. 
                I keep praying, “God, today I want to hear your voice and obey You.”  So often when I don’t write, I feel like God doesn’t speak.  The truth is that because I’m not positioning myself with pen and paper or at the computer keyboard, I am not giving God His opportunity to help me do what He’s put into my heart to do. 
                Many years ago I read a book on finding God’s guidance for life.  The book was written by Bob Mumford.  Take Another Look at Guidance: A Study of How God Guides by Bob Mumford (You can find this book at http://www.alibris.com/booksearch?qwork=6530463&matches=19&author=Mumford%2C+Bob&browse=1&cm_sp=works*listing*title)  One of the things that Mr. Mumford wrote was this idea:  “If you’re praying for the next step and God is silent, go back and ask yourself: ‘What has God already said?  Have I left anything undone?’  If you’ve left something undone, then go back and do what has been left undone.  God will not tell a person the next step until the first step has been completed. 
                I don’t feel guilty about the times I genuinely can’t think because I’m just too tired, or I have an achy head, or am feeling shaky.  What I feel guilty about are all the moments when I’m bored, and sit with my attention wasted on a silly/stupid television programme because I just can’t be bothered to go turn on my computer. 
                Many years ago, I had this epiphany “Taking care of today means preparing for tomorrow.”  I can plan for the future...or have goals.  But truly, it is only the Father that truly knows what the days and years will bring.  Yet, keeping a right attitude, doing what I KNOW to do today will ripple on to affect those coming times. 
                When I bought “Book In A Month”, I was so excited.  Something deep inside my heart thought “Yes!; a system, a plan to get all those wonderful story-lines and characters out of my head and onto the page!”  By not sticking to it, or being more tenacious, I’ve let myself down...and God...and maybe all the people who might find help or hope from a book I’ve written.   So, it’s time to get back to my project.  If you remember, please pray for me. 
Serving Jesus, Author of our faith,  “Lady Helene”

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

More about boys...


As mentioned in yesterday’s post, our two oldest grandsons were with us for about 10 days (27th May to 6th June.)  Bellman and Jame-Oh are 13 and 12 respectively.  That their mid-term break fell at the same time as the completion of My-Midnight-Man’s last Open University lessons was a wonderful dove-tailing of events. Both are keen to help in the kitchen—especially Jame-oh.  Every time an adult goes to the kitchen Jame-oh is on his/her coat-tails wanting to help.  On Tuesday, 31st May, M-M-M and I got up to find the table set and the boys waiting to make breakfast.  My-Midnight-Man took over the coaching and they implemented Jame-oh’s menu of boiled eggs and toast.  I must say, having the boys around to help with dishes was indeed a blessing.
                It was about 3:00 pm.  On Saturday 28th May, My-Midnight-Man walked out the door, followed by two, young, energetic, strong boys.  Said “young men” needed a way to expend the rambunctious energy that filled their bodies.  They were all off to the vicarage.  And to what purpose?  To help set up the marquees for the after-church family BBQ which was set for the following day.  Any extra help would be welcome.  I’d brought St. Francis’s church allotment of news sheets—delivering these to Rev. Bruce was also on the docket.   They arrived back about 6:00 pm, and I fixed these hungry creatures spaghetti bolognaise with lamb mince. 
                I was feeling so rough I sent the “male contingent” of the Reed house-hold off to church without me.  Not only did I miss church, I missed the BBQ.  But I slept the day away, letting the medicine do it’s work on the inner-ear infection. 
                Monday was the Bank Holiday, and My-Midnight-Man took Bell-man and Jame-oh to the meeting place for the boundary walk.  I went over to the Red Lion Pub to join them for lunch., then went back home.  The walk finished just as the rain came.  We had the boys shower and change as soon as they got home.  We then had a lovely dinner.
                The rest of the time they boys helped around the flat, or gladly accompanied Grand-dad around the village on various errands.  On the last day, Bell-man was ebullient in his praise of the wonderful time he’d had with us.  All credit is due to My-Midnight-Man for his enthusiastic attention to Bell-man’s interest in mathematics.  There was the right balance of sending them to the park to discharge the built-up energy that children possess and worthwhile projects to be useful.  And credit to the boys, in that there was only the regular teasing and sibling pestering between them in their time here.  They were open, curious, and teach-able; asked a lot of spiritually directed questions that kept us alert and vigilant.  We are always glad to have them. 
                My-Midnight-Man and I are also looking forward to having more of the other grandchildren come to us as they get older.  We will probably have Bell-man and Jame-oh during August.  We are hoping that Tinkie will come for a week as well. 
                We are certainly blessed of the Lord.
Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him.”  Psalm 127:3
“Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.” Proverbs 17:6
Serving Jesus, Author of our faith,  “Lady Helene”

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

The Boundary Walk, 30 May 2011

       Our grandsons, "Bell-Man" and "Jame-oh" arrived on 27th May to spend 10 days with us for their mid-term school break.  The days sped by, but there were some high-lights for them.  Whilst Midnight Man and I just couldn't handle the physical aspects of a walk, our two rambunctious lads were eager to joint the jaunt.  We didn't know that their participation would land their photos in the local newspaper.  But here are the results. 

Saturday, 4 June 2011

Too many antibiotics I think...

        Four days into the month of June and I’ve only just turned the calendar page today.  Soon it will be the 21st, which is the longest day in the northern hemisphere and the shortest day in the southern hemisphere.  The only thing shorter than a day in December (NH), is my list of accomplishments.  I wish I could find the key to energizing myself, have lots of disciple and focus. 
        Since starting my job as the Parish Administrator, I have been walking more.  And one usually finds this beneficial, gaining muscle tone, strength and stamina.  However, it doesn’t seem to have affected me in this way.  The 15 minute walk is still a struggle, and I have to push myself along, plodding each step of the way.  I was beginning to think this tiredness is because I’ve become so overweight. 
        In previous years when I’ve been overweight, I would get to the point that I just couldn’t stand it and would find ways to increase my fitness levels.  Now, it seems no matter how hard I try, there is no progress.  Yet, the doctors don’t seem to know why I’m fatigued.
        Last month I had to go onto antibiotics because of a kidney infection—the second one in two-and-a-half months.  I hadn’t even finished that prescription when I started a different antibiotic for an inner-ear infection. 
        I love merry-go-round rides; but not when it’s happening inside my head.  So I went to the doctor telling him of my dizziness and balance problems.  A little exam, and hello—inner ear infection!  Suddenly the head-aches, ringing in my ears, and light-headedness all made sense. 
        So, maybe it’s the prolonged use of different antibiotics creating this energy deficient which is impeding my progress. 
        In the midst of the frustration, there are many blessings.  I am truly enjoying my job as the parish administrator.  It’s a pleasure and joy to serve the clergy, the public and the church.  I’m slowly learning the details of the job and how to approach them. 
        I recently was asked to re-format the weekly news sheet.  I wasn’t sure how much changing was needed at first.  But as I prayed about it and studied it, I realized that the information for the service was in three different places.  So it made sense to move it all onto the back page.  The weekly diary went inside, as well as posting of upcoming events, informational boxes and contact information.  The contact information went from the back page to the front page.  The first edition of the changed format was about 75% better.  The feed back from several people let me know what changes were liked and what changes needed tweaking.  Hence, the contacts went onto the front page, and a couple of other minor shifts and there you have it! http://langleymarish.com/parish_files/news%20current.pdf
Chest Protector/Dickey
        The week of 23rd May, My Midnight Man and I spent four hours a day sitting with a friend’s 90-year-old mother.  This was a pleasant task—primarily keeping Mrs. P. Company, making tea and assisting her in other little ways.  What made this task difficult was that it was a 20 minute walk one way.  I didn’t realize until Thursday evening that I was fighting an inner-ear infection.  However, God was really good to me.  On Thursday afternoon my Son-in-law showed up just as I was about to leave.  He gave me a lift.  And he also provided a lift on Friday.  I was also able to get quite a bit of knitting done, which pleased me a great deal; another Christmas gift half-way done. www.cs.oswego.edu/~ebozak/knit/troop-knitting/bernat/dickey.html
At certain moments I did feel as though I’d taken on too much—between my job and being a companion.  But my motives were based on love.  First, I thought of my Mom—and since I couldn’t help my Mom it was a pleasure to look after someone else’s Mum.  Secondly, I know that if you plant a seed, you will reap a harvest.  I was planting a seed by helping Mrs. P, believing that God would see my heart and actions and send help to my Mom and Sister.  Thirdly, having helped provide respite breaks for my sister, I know the true value a break can mean to care-givers.  We knew how much our friend needed a break, so it was satisfying to my soul to know that being part of the team to look after Mrs. P was a true help.  My Midnight Man and I know that our help was appreciated, and we were delighted we could be of service. 
I suppose, all things considered, perhaps I’m being a bit unnecessarily critical of myself.  I haven’t accepted that right now I am hampered by life’s many complications.  After all, 1Thessalonians 5:17 says: “In everything give thanks for this is the will of Christ Jesus concerning you.”  I suppose it’s time I went and “preached myself happy.”
Thanks for reading...Lady Helene