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Random 5 for October – 665, pies and Free Fallin’

It’s Tuesday! It’s Random! It’s time for 5 Randoms in my world.  Ready?  Set?  Go ->

1 )  665 – that’s 665 days without 1 sick day.  I was last sick (bronchial infection/the flu) in December of 2015; I started the 10 day Grain Detox on Jan 4 2016 and lost weight, the fluff & puff, and regained my health.   Cutting out grains cut the inflammation that feeds illness ~ no more seasonal allergies, colds, flu, sinusitis or bronchitis.   It’s not that hard to do and while I was super strict the first 8 months my life shifted with even more travel and I relaxed and leaned into it.  I still (largely) follow the guidelines and – to my amazement – am never sick.  Amazing!   10 days became a lifestyle.

2 )  Death ~ we had a death in the family last week, Hubbs’ Dad.  He had been estranged from the family for many years, and lived far away from all of us, by choice.   Still, it’s never easy to lose a parent, regardless the circumstances.   Someone asked me what he was like and my answer was, “He was a hard man to know.”   And there it is.   But – to clarify – when I write here about time spent with my FIL, I’m writing about Hubbs’ Step-Dad, who lives nearby.   Fathers come in many forms.

3 ) Seasons ~ it’s October and feels like June, with higher than normal temps, skies like September and heat like summer.   Birds and squirrels are as confused as we are!

2 doors down & Taken on my cell phone. An Emjayandthem(C) Photo.

4 ) Travel ~ I have gobs of travel this month – day trips, overnights, and out-of-towns.  Current events make for nervous travelers, watching the crowd, staying alert.    You know what keeps me going?   Too much vacation has to be used again so I’ve booked a week off at Thanksgiving ~  I’ll be reading, pie-making, relaxing and shutting out the world.      It’s good to have goals 🙂

My sister-in-law’s homemade Saskatoon berry pie.

5 )  Tom Petty.  RIP.   So many great songs, all sing-along-able.  This was and is a favorite.   “She’s a good girl, loves her Mama, loves Jesus, and America, too.”   ~ Sigh

And how was your week?

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Stress, horizons and pie

Vacation is on the horizon!

vacation next exitStarting Monday ~ 5 glorious days off with Thanksgiving tossed in for good measure.

Emails will pile up, phone calls will continue, conference calls will be scheduled even though others know I’m away.

“Take the time before you lose the days.”

I now have more vacation time “in the bank” than I have time to use.

Emails continue to come in, fast and furious, hundreds every day.

Calls, meetings, schedules.

Lately I feel like I’m scaling the Grand Canyon on a daily basis…. blindfolded.   I can feel the tension in my shoulders, which now approach my ears. I can feel stress in my heart rate when I lie down at night and can’t quieten my thoughts.

1,000+ miles in the past 10 days, 150 yesterday and another 400 tomorrow – and all the while project calls get scheduled and scheduled and scheduled. “Could you take the lead on this?”  “But you and your team know so much about X” “We want you on this task force…”  Flattering but ..my cup runneth over.

I hear my mother’s voice whispering in my year, “You can’t be everything to everyone, dear.”

My weariness reminds me to shut it down, shut it up and shut them out.

So – vacation is on the horizon … and there shall be pie!

“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.” ― David Mamet, Boston Marriage

*Note: no pies were consumed in the writing of this post.  Pies shall be made for 1) Grandpa (apple), 2) oldest boy (blueberry) and 3) youngest boy (pumpkin).  Will I have any? Not likely. See, the joy is in the creating ~ the cutting, the simmering, the kneading of the dough, Al Green on the stereo and happiness in my kitchen.

Oh so true!

Oh so true!

 

*Are you taking some time off over the Thanksgiving Holiday? What are you looking forward to most?  Is there a pie in your future? 😀

Flapper pie; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

A Flapper pie I baked in Mom’s kitchen ~ an Emjayandthem (C) photo

 

 

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Memory lane across the span of three cupboards

My trip to the farm has come & gone.

Out of one world, into another, and back again.  Just like that.

Now I’m fighting a nasty cough, likely brought on by chats, the dry climate and a wind that never stops. Yep, “like trying to stuff 12 pounds of potatoes into a two-pound sack” we absolutely did just that.

So now I am here again, bridging my two worlds, and thinking of an epiphany  experienced in my childhood home: this was the first of all of my trips back “home” that “home” wasn’t there to be found … turns out, home is here, where I’m at now.

It was odd … sleeping in my old room, using the same coffee cup I’d favored as a teen, sitting in Dad’s chair .. and not feeling that familiar sense of home anymore.  It took me a while to see the obvious: I’ve grown up and moved on and I don’t really fit in there anymore.

I’ve lived more years away than I did there.

Once I got past that, I could lean into the visit.  And lean into it we did.   We spent most of our time just being together. Within touching distance.

Hugs good-night and good morning hellos.

Passing the jam.

Washing my hair in the kitchen sink, like I’d done as a girl.

Fixing the coffee and instinctively finding the grounds where they’d been forever (beside the fridge, on the floor, in a large tin can).

We finished stories and told new ones.

We stayed up late.

We asked “whatever happened to so & so?” and we were there for the answers.

We settled into a routine and I became part of the landscape where Mom’s lived and loved for 62+ years.  The home I hope she can stay in for many more.

It’s not my home anymore and that’s O.K.

But it did take time to be able to see it.

It took even more to be able to admit it.

And oh, before I forget, I made a pie!

It was a bright sunny morning, the country radio station was blaring and I took over her kitchen to whip up a pie … and, the funny thing is,  I enjoyed the making as much as I did the tasting … look at all that meringue – yum!

That  experience of standing at her counter tops – listening to familiar radio chatter once more – using Mom’s “harvest gold” measuring cups and battered mixing bowls – all of it … made me smile.  The trip down memory lane happened across the span of three cupboards.

Flapper pie; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

Flapper pie; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

It also took this trip back to my roots for me to finally understand why I’ve never been a fan of surprises or surprise parties.

You see, part of the fun for me is the anticipation. Don’t deny me that, please.

Trips are like that, too.

Trips and pie.

Sometimes the process can be as enjoyable as the end result.

It was soon gone.

The Flapper pie was soon gone.

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When was the last time you had an epiphany?

What did you learn?

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My sister-in-law’s Mom’s Flapper pie recipe:

(while talking about baking pie, my SIL Colleen quietly mentioned her Mom had been quite a good baker in her day and had a great Flapper Pie recipe and might I like to have it? Of course I would! So here it is.  Thanks Colleen!)

Crust:

  • 1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1/4 cup margarine
  • Melt margarine, pour into crumbs and stir in sugar.  Press into large pie pan and up including sides.

Filling:

  • 2 1/2 cups milk
  • 3 egg yolks
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla
  • 1/4 cup cornstarch
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • Stir in microwave-safe pourable bowl; Microwave on high until thick.  About 2 min, then stir, then another 1-2 min, depending on strength of microwave.  Watch closely, must be thick but pourable.  Pour into shell.

Topping:

  • 3 egg whites
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • Whip with an electric hand mixer or whisk until frothy & forms peaks (to test, turn off mixer and lift beaters away from mixture. If a peak remains, you’re set. If not, keep going.  It took me about 5 min with the hand mixer set to high to get the peaks formed).
  • Spread over filling and bake in 375 F oven until golden brown, about 8-10 min.

Allow to cool at room temperature then cover with plastic wrap and keep in fridge – best served cold with some strong “Farmer’s Coffee!”

 

 

 

 

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Oh, Dominion Day!

Just like it’s neighbor to the South, Canada has it’s own summer celebration to be proud of: Canada Day.

When I was a kid growing up in rural Saskatchewan, the day was referred to as “Dominion Day.”  Renamed “Canada Day” in early 1980’s, the end result was the same:  a patriotic day of red and white, parades, floats, cook-outs, ball tournaments, pies, visiting and beer tents.  Did I mention the pies?

Landing the first day of July, it was a day that Dad came in from cutting hay in time to wash up and head to town with the rest of us. He and other farmers enjoyed the cool air of the Hockey Rink in summer, a fan set strategically near the side door; we all enjoyed the smell of roasted chickens, burgers with onions and pie. Did I mention the pies?

Sometimes we’d get there in time to see the parade and sometimes we’d stay for the fireworks but we always fit in the visiting, the playing, the eating and the pie.  Did I mention the pies?

one end of the pie table.

one end of the pie table.

Sometimes we kids might spend the entire day at the lake.  You know those kind of days — the kind that leave your shoulders crisp and your heart full.  Those were the kind of days that were  usually far too hot for sleeping so we’d stay up and play freeze tag under the glow of the Northern Lights.

image from canada-maps.org

image from canada-maps.org

Mom tells of her and her sisters wearing matching red and white dresses and all of them taking the train to see King George VI.  I think this happened on Dominion Day, although I’m not sure.  King George IV and Lady Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon (later known as the Queen Mum) had two daughters, the first being Elizabeth, our now longest reigning Monarch.  Every Royal who visits Canada seems to visit on  Canada Day. And why not? Talk about a festive backdrop!

William and Kate at Canada Day, 2011 (wikicommons.org)

William and Kate at Canada Day, 2011 (wikicommons.org)

I don’t live in Canada now and it’s been a few years since I’ve been home to take part in the festivities so today, I’ll look wistfully to the North, hum “Oh Canada”  and quite possibly find myself some pie.

Happy Canada Day!

Oh Canada!

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A family of families

Dianna, of Sunsets and Sundaes, presented my blog with two – count ’em – two awards a few weeks ago.  I’m a little behind in accepting, so today I am feeling the love and saying “thank you, thank you very much.”

That's all right Mama ..

Elvis has nothing to do with this post and that’s all right Mama ..

The first award is called “Best Moment” award (moment in time) and accepting this one requires me to answer a few questions:

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Who inspires you?   I am inspired by people who are passionate – about their families, their relationships, their golf game, whatever.  Passion. Passion inspires me.

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What is the hardest part about blogging, if any?   I wish the “Publish” button was just a little farther away from the “Preview” button.  There have been a few not-ready-for-prime-time posts published before – oops!

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What is your favorite quote?  “To Thine Own Self Be True.”  Know who you are and own it. Don’t know?  Find out.  That’s where adventure lives :).

..:: read it ... learn it ... live it ::..

..:: read it … learn it … live it ::..

What is your favorite dessert?   I’m not a regular dessert eater but I have never turned down pie.  Ever.

one end of the pie table.

one end of the pie table at the hometown fall supper.

What skill do you wish you had taken the time to learn when you were growing up?  I wish I’d learned to love gardening like my sisters do but years of weeding cured me of that.

:: image from Pinterest ::

:: image from Pinterest ::

What is the one activity you wish you had the time to pursue?  I’d enjoy traveling more … for fun, not just for business.

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If money was no issue, where would you like to travel?   I’d be very happy to drive all over the U.S. States and Canada, England, Ireland and Scotland, stopping along the way to sing some songs, drink a few beers and eat pie :).

The other end of the pie table ... What to choose?

The other end of the pie table … What to choose?

What is your favorite holiday?  July 4th for purely selfish reasons.

image from photos.igougo.com

image from photos.igougo.com

What is your favorite pastime?   Spending time at home: listening to music, cooking, reading and hosting special gatherings with friends & family.

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I love it when the patio is filled … L-R Uncle Terry – Hubbs – and my FIL John. In the background, son #1, Auntie Karen with baby MJ on her knee. 🙂

What book are you currently reading? I just finished reading “Waking up in Heaven” by Christal McVea.  It’s chock full of hope and redemption and it made me cry more than once.  Good books do that to me.

An excerpt:

There is so much I want to share with them, so much I want them to know. You see, my story is one of hope and forgiveness and salvation, and of the glorious healing power of God’s presence. It’s the story of what I saw and what I learned when, during a hospital stay, I left my body for nine minutes and went to heaven and stood before God. And it’s the story of how, when I came back to Earth, my life was profoundly and permanently changed— changed down to the very core of my being.

Do you play a musical instrument?   Yes, I plink away at the piano and still play guitar.  A graduation gift, my guitar still has the price tag on it, and youngest boy plays it now.  Hearing him play my guitar makes me grin.

Dianna also nominated me for the WordPress Family Award.  (She’s generous like that).

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From what I understand, this award is “… is for everyone who is part of the “Word Press Family.”  The award was started on the basis that the WordPress family has taken us in and shown us love and caring as only WP folks can.  You know what I mean — the way people take time to be nice, to answer a question and not make things a competition.  Source — Shaun at Praying for One Day.

This award has no questions to answer but it does ask me to nominate at least 10 others in my blogging “family” — I’m asking you to visit those folks whose faces and blog symbols appear along the upper left of my blog — after  nearly 3 years of writing, they always make me feel included and appreciated as a family should. These are the folks whose thoughts I enjoy reading and the ones I’d love to sit down and sip coffee with … over a piece of pie, of course!

And since Dianna is a a “Barn Charm” gal, here’s one for just for her collection — my Grandpa’s barn.  Home to Belgians and Herefords, alley cats, bats and puppy dogs; home to the lazy days that housed this prairie girl’s childhood.  Thank you again sweet friend!

... Grampa's barn ...

… Grampa’s barn …

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A lighter load to bear & a little bigger piece of the pie

Driving the other day, I found a country station with this song on it.

The words fit the times, I think.  If only it were that simple.

If everybody everywhere
Had a lighter load to bear
And a little bigger piece of the pie
We’d be livin’ us a pretty good life
And that’d be alright

Go heavy on the good and light on the bad
A hair more happy and shade less sad
Turn all that negative down just a tad
That’d be alright

If my dear old dog never got old
If the family farm never got sold
Another bad joke never got told
That’d be alright

more than enough pie; google.images.com

Psalm 72:16 May there be abundance of grain in the land; on the tops of the mountains may it wave; may its fruit be like Lebanon; and may people blossom in the cities like the grass of the field!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Deliver me

“Most people want to be delivered from temptation but would like it to keep in touch.” ~Robert Orben

My sister-in-law’s Saskatoon berry pie.

Visiting Mom on the family farm over the past little while, thank goodness I walked. Daily.  Because when you’re surrounded by women who can cook like this, there’s only one choice and that’s to roll in it and move. Often.

Saskatoon berries are tiny and naturally sweet; Saskatoon berry pie is juicy and delicious, like the glamorous Debutante a blueberry pie could only dream of being.

I knew it’d be quite some time before I’d get another chance at this so, no, I did not pass it up.

Which is why I added a new exercise program to my routine this week: the Couch-to-5K running plan.  Inspired by the success of bloggers like Sandi who changed her life  in a big way I downloaded the free pod casts to my mp3 player.  Slick-as-what, this workout will get you sweating in a hurry.

And that’s a bit of a necessity.  If you like pie.

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Have you been tempted of late? Are you keeping in touch or keeping your distance?

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Making room for pie

one end of the pie table.

Harvest on the prairies. Dust blowin’, combines goin’, suppers in the field.

And I was there, back on the farm, the latter part of September.  It had been an early harvest for many in the community and this meant more smiles than sadness, more grins than complaints and more than enough pies, cakes and desserts at the annual Macrorie Fall supper. My hometown.    The supper is a fund-raiser, yes, but it’s more than that. It’s coffee with former bus drivers, it’s hugs from long-time neighbors; it’s fellowship.

See the two blueberry desserts out front?  See that carmelly looking meringue topped madness at 10:00?  That’s a sour cream/raisin pie, my Dad’s favorite, and I know it sounds dreadful .. but I assure you .. it’s not. It’s a combination of carmelly pecan-pie gooeyness peppered with raisins and sometimes nut meats.

The community supper  – a chance to share harvest’s bounty –  was scheduled to start at 5:00 Sunday.  By 4:20 no less than 200 senior citizens from a 40 miles radius were in their seats, forks in hand with their pre-selected pie at their seat.

For many elderly farmers, it was a the old favorites that won their hearts:  flapper pie, apple, and sour cream/raisin.  Ladies chose standards like pumpkin pie with real whipped cream, cherry delight or bread pudding with caramel sauce.  Me?  Pineapple upside down cake. Oh yeah.

In the midst of the communal enjoyment of roast turkey, dressing, turnips, mashed potatoes, garden peas & carrots, gravy, butter, salad and rolls, I witnessed behavior I hadn’t seen for a while: adults jockeying for position; nearly elbowing each other into line. Grown men gleefully discussing the merits of a good pie.

Someone nearby exclaimed, “Good Lord; it’s like they’ve never had food like this before.”

Oh they’ve had it all right.

They’ve had it at their Mother’s table some 60 years ago.

They’ve had it when their wife was still alive and did you know she loved to bake?  Baked a darned good pie that girl did. 

They’ve had it when they’ve been included in Thanksgiving plans and had the opportunity to take a few leftovers home with them.  And they’ll always choose pie.

It’s not the food itself that does it though; it’s that first taste of something you  haven’t had since grade school – that’s what does it. It’s that moment, that taste and smell that awakens the child in each of us. The child who longs for simpler times, for doughnuts at Grandma’s table and pie at the hockey rink. For coming in from a cold evening of freeze tag to the smells of cinnamon coffee cake.

We long for the taste of love, baked into each and every bite.

Thinking about it now, I don’t think I witnessed greed at all.  I saw wisdom in those pre-supper pie pickers.  They were experienced enough to go for the sweet stuff first and build their plate around it.  Why?  They knew there would probably be enough turkey and sides (sustenance), they’re farmers after all, but they’d learned, over the years, to not count on the sweet things in life (decent weather, fair prices and a good harvest).

Do you make room for the pie in your life?

The other end of the pie table ...

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*Pumpkin Pie Cake* (an ooey gooey plate of pumpkinny goodness)

Tonight I baked.  I don’t bake often because I live with men (hubbs and teenage son). They like: meat, potatoes, salad and cookies.  Not cake. Not pastries. Meat. Potatoes. Cookies. Ok throw in corn or the odd green bean, but that’s pretty much it.

I love to bake because it offers me a creative outlet. I put on some Elvis, get my pots & measuring spoons out and “zone” out in my kitchen. It takes me back to times spent with my Mom, my Grandmother, and my Aunt Irene: the three greatest cooks I know.  So, tonight, I baked.

Here’s the thing: My office buddies benefit because while my guys would never touch this delicious little scamp of a cake, my co-workers will be right in there tomorrow morning. Sleeves up. Spoons in hand. There may even be fights. Just saying.

This recipe has been in my vault for 20+ years; the paper’s yellow and has 2 grease spots on it. That’s the sign of a good recipe. Ready? Here we go:

Pumpkin Pie Cake

Ingredients/directions:

  • 1 box yellow cake mix (set 1 cup of mix aside for topping)
  • 1 stick margarine or butter, melted
  • 1 egg, beaten

Mix the above 3 ingredients and, with fork, press into a well greased 9 x 13 pan.

Next, mix up the filling:

  • 1 15 oz. can pumpkin (not pie filling, pumpkin)
  • 3 eggs, beaten
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup white sugar
  • 2/3 cup milk
  • 2 teaspoons cinnamon OR pumpkin pie spices

Mix the above and spread over the cake crust batter.

Lastly, assemble the coup de gras .. the topping:

Mix:

  • 1 cup reserved cake mix
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1/2 stick margarine or butter, melted
  • 3/4 cup chopped walnuts or pecans

Mix these last 4 ingredients together to form a crumbly gooey topping. Drop glumps of topping onto the top of the pumpkin mixture.  The topping won’t be consistent OR pretty but pay it no mind, it will be so good you won’t care… trust me on this!

Bake in a 350 degree oven for 60-65 min or until toothpick comes out clean.

(because of the eggs, refrigerate after.. not that there will be many leftovers)

This little beauty bakes up to be the most carmelly, pumpkinny, autumny plate of goodness this side of a Missisippi mud pie. Hey it’s my blog I can make up words if I want to!

Dietary information? Ha! That’s funny. Serve with coffee and stand back.

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