Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Summertime at the Ranch

It's hot here on the coastal plains of Texas. Humid, too, and that's never a good mix. Matter of fact, it usually makes me want to stay inside where there's air conditioning to counter the elements. But even when it's hotter'n blue blazes you sometimes need to escape and take a little walk. And when you're wandering through the woods, you never know what you might encounter. I was just as surprised to see this gal as she was to see me.

And this cow looked as though she'd been caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.
While this mama and calf were trying to stay cool.
My wandering companions decided they needed to go for a swim, too.
Fortunately, they were not with me when I stumbled upon these two.
One of the things I appreciate most about living in the woods is that I can enjoy nature even when I'm working. This cardinal was tucked in the crepe myrtle right outside my office window, chattering up a storm. We have lots of cardinals in our area and they're always a joy to watch. 
What's lurking outside your window?

Award-winning author Mindy Obenhaus is passionate about touching readers with Biblical truths in an entertaining, and sometimes adventurous, manner. She lives on a ranch in Texas with her husband, one sassy pup, countless cattle, deer and the occasional coyote, mountain lion or snake. When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her grandchildren, cooking and watching copious amounts of the Hallmark Channel. Learn more at mindyobenhaus.com

Monday, July 20, 2020

Authors of Days Gone By: Maud Hart Lovelace

by Jan Drexler


"Hill Street was rightfully named. It ran straight up into a green hill and stopped. The name of the town was Deep Valley, and a town named Deep Valley naturally had plenty of hills. Betsy's house, a small yellow cottage, was the last house on her side of Hill Street, and the rambling white house opposite was the last house on that side. So of course it was very important. And it had been empty ever since Betsy could remember."


That's the way Maud Hart Lovelace began her tales of Betsy and Tacy. They, along with their school mates and families, were part of my imaginary world when I was a child.

I'm not the only one who loves to dabble my toes in Betsy and Tacy's world. The books have been so popular that the childhood homes of Betsy (aka Maud Hart) and Tacy (aka Bick Kenney) have been preserved and designated as National Literary Landmarks and are on the Mankato Register of Historic Places. The Betsy-Tacy Society (link here) actively preserves the homes, offers tours, maintains an on-line shop, and hosts events to celebrate this beloved author and her books.

Of course, Deep Valley is a fictional name. For many years I thought it was a fictional place...and then to my everlasting delight I discovered that it was real! Deep Valley is actually Mankato, Minnesota, a small city on the banks of the Minnesota River. The houses are real, Betsy's library is real, the churches, hotels, schools and other places she preserved in the pages of her books are real. Names were changed, but even her crowd of friends were real people.

Since we were going to be driving through Mankato on our way home from our son's wedding last week, I thought we might be able to stop by...and my dear husband thought we could if I wanted to.

IF I WANTED TO???

The man just smiled.


The Betsy-Tacy series of books (there are ten books in the series, as well as various other children's books that take place in "Deep Valley") follow Betsy and Tacy from the time they meet at Betsy's fifth birthday party until they are both married. They began as stories Maud Lovelace told to her daughter, and the idea for the first book was born.

Maud not only captured the life of a child growing up in a mid-western town at the turn of the century (that is, the 19th to the 20th centuries,) she preserved the traditions and day to day life of her family.

In writing about the books, Maud states, "Betsy is like me, except that, of course, I glamorized her to make her a proper heroine. The family life, customs, jokes, traditions are all true and the general pattern of the years is also accurate. It is a great joy to me to have that dear family between book covers."

I have to share two of my favorite things from the books.

The first one takes place here, on the bench at the top of Hill Street:


Betsy/Maud describes the bench in the first Betsy-Tacy book - the first time Betsy sees Tacy.

"She (Tacy) ran first to the hitching block, and bounced there on her toes for a minute, looking up at the sky and all around. Then she ran up the road to the point where it ended on the hill. Some long-gone person had placed a bench there. It commanded the view down Hill Street. The little girl climbed up on this bench and looked intently into the dusk." - from "Betsy-Tacy" by Maud Hart Lovelace

Last week, my dear husband and I climbed the hill and sat on the bench (now a replica - the original is long gone.) We could see down Hill Street (actually, Center Street) and as we sat there I told my husband all about Betsy, Tacy, Tib and their families. I told him about suppers on the bench, and the story Betsy told to help Tacy feel better on the terrible day that Tacy's baby sister Bea died. I told him about Betsy's dream of being a Writer (yes, with a capital W) and the impact Maud Hart Lovelace's stories made on my life.


The weather was perfect, the neighborhood was quiet, and we were in no hurry. It was a delight to immerse myself in Betsy's world for a time.

The second thing is a family tradition that Maud wrote about in the books that take place during Betsy's high school years.
"Sunday night lunch was an institution at the Ray House. They never called it supper; and they scorned folks who called it tea. The drink of the evening was coffee, which Mrs. Ray loved, and although Betsy and Margaret still took cocoa, their loyalty was to coffee for her sake.
The meal was prepared by Mr. Ray. This was a custom of many years standing...
"He got out a wooden breadboard, and a sharp knife which he always proceeded to sharpen further. He sliced the bread in sensibly thick slices and he never cut off the crusts. Mr. Ray's opinion of sandwiches without crusts matched Mrs. Ray's opinion of tea on Sunday nights. The butter had been put to soften, and now around the bread-board he ranged everything he could find in the icebox...
"The onion sandwiches were most popular of all with the boys who flocked to the Ray house.
Mr. Ray didn't mind company for Sunday night lunch; in fact, he liked it. The larger his audience, the more skill and ingenuity he displayed in his sandwich combinations...
"Old and young gathered in the dining room around the table beneath the hanging lamp. The big platter of sandwiches was placed in the center. A cake sat on one side, a dish of pickles on the other. There was the pot of steaming coffee, of course; but the sandwiches were king of the meal...
"Often the crowd spilled over to the pillows ranged around the fire. Almost everyone ended there, with a second cup of coffee and his cake. Talk flourished, until Julia went to the piano. Mr. Ray always made her play, 'Everybody Works but Father.'" - from "Heaven to Betsy" by Maud Hart Lovelace 

Are you as charmed as I am by that description of the Ray family's tradition with their friends? What a lovely glimpse into years gone by!

In this Yankee Belle post, I had planned to take you farther on our trip. When we left Mankato, we stopped at Walnut Grove, Minnesota and De Smet, South Dakota - both locations of many of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books. But this post is long enough, so we'll save Laura, Ma, Pa, Mary, Carrie, Grace, and their good old bulldog Jack for next week. I hope you'll be back for that look into "Authors of Days Gone By!"





Jan Drexler has always been a "book girl" who still loves to spend time within the pages of her favorite books. She lives in the Black Hills of South Dakota with her dear husband of many years and their active, crazy dogs, Jack and Sam. You can learn more about Jan and her books on her website, www.JanDrexler.com.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Freezing Peaches Part 2

Hey, everyone! I hope you're all staying well.

A couple of weeks ago when I got the huge box of peaches at the traveling farmer's market, I asked for suggestions on how to freeze them. I thought I'd share what I ended up doing!

First, I blanched the peaches so the skin would peel off easily. It was like magic!

I scored the bottom of each peach in a criss-cross pattern. Then I dipped the peaches several at a time into boiling water and allowed them to stay there for 15 seconds.


Tada!! You can see that the peach on the top right (above) is just begging to be peeled. :) You can see the ones below that have already slipped right out of the fuzzy skin (which, personally, I don't like!).


Once peeled, I cut them into wedges. Then I tossed them with freshly-squeezed lemon juice. I used the juice of one lemon for every 10 peaches.

For one batch, I put them directly on a baking sheet in a single layer and froze them so they'd stay separate in the freezer bag. We're taking these out of the bag by the handful and using them for cereal and smoothies and oatmeal.


For the rest of them, I added a little sugar to help pull some of the juice out. Once they'd sat for just a bit and gotten juicy, I put them in freezer bags and laid the bags flat until they were totally frozen. When we use these, we'll have to thaw the whole bag and use all at once.

I'm glad to have used both methods! We should be able to have fresh peaches for the next few months.

And just for fun... Around the time I froze the peaches, we were babysitting the grand dog, who had an injured ear (he tangled with a cat that got in his yard!). Here he was dressed up for the 4th of July. :)


I hope you all have a great weekend.


Thursday, July 16, 2020

A Wonky Week But All is Well With my Soul

I can't find my camera, my old computers are both in a major hurt cycle, my new computer has no pictures on file and this week was kind of like Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst, an old favorite story when my kids were little...

There were moments of sadness, surprise, and chagrin and there's an upcoming funeral we didn't expect. 

But while the wonkiness seemed to swirl around us, there was beauty, too.

The pumpkins are growing and thriving and we have a big sprayer this year (big for us!) and that's a huge help when fighting things like Downy Mildew and Powdery Mildew and anthracnose.

That's a big deal here this time of year.

Everyone's healthy.

That's a huge deal.

In a time when we see a rise in Covid 19 cases and my out-of-town kids can't come home for the planned time at the farm (it's rare to get all six kids and families in one place at the same time) there is joy in the health we all share, even at a distance.

There is joy in a friend's wedding and tree frogs in the trees.

There is bliss in the heat when small children take buckets of water to the dusty path and make mud volcanoes.

And a bath in Grammy's tub scrubs everyone clean later.

There is peace in the blessing of faith while unrest seems determined to take the streets of some cities.

Unrest has happened before. It will happen again. It's when we let the unrest consume us that we feel helpless. It's when we forget that God's seen this all before.... and shaken His head.... and will no doubt see it again.

So today, instead of getting caught up in the wonk, I'm determined to be my best Martha-type while praying like a Mary because I think times like this require a combo deal. I'd love for you to join me in these prayers and joy and smiles. Because no matter how wonky our days/weeks/months get, that inner core of faith is our mainstay to lift our chins and move boldly forward.

Here are some farm pics I was able to grab from my phone. We had a second Fun with Fairies day on Saturday, got rained out (much needed rain!) halfway through but we still had fun!

Painting Bug Rocks table:

Families coming to visit the fairies!


You don't have to be little to love fairies!!!!


These two lovelies volunteered to get kids started on their fairy house hunts:


Rock flowers!!!!!  And the fence post rock flowers are beautiful porch or wall additions!


A glimpse of simple summer days.... Life on the farm, life, itself.

Frog catching!

Donkey walking!!!!


And lunch with friends. :)

Through it all, God is good... and sharing the beauty of that goodness is a wonderful thing.

Multi-published, award-winning author Ruth Logan Herne lives on a pumpkin farm in Western New York and is often found dirty and disheveled this time of year but she chalks that up to real life and figures that's what you do to build a business.... that's her excuse and she's sticking to it! :) Her newest mystery "A Fallen Petal" is for sale at Guideposts.com and readers are already loving it! Email Ruthy at loganherne@gmail.com, visit her website ruthloganherne.com and friend her on Facebook.... She loves talking with readers!



Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Green Eggs without the Ham


I intended to post my latest quarantine hack today, but things got a bit colorful.

Let's go back a month or so. I bought a dozen eggs, but they were about to expire and I still had half the dozen left. I decided to scramble them and freeze them to keep them good for longer.

It was great because I could pull out a serving for a quick lunch, and they tasted fine.

So, when I went back to the store, I bought an 18 pack, figuring I'd repeat.

That's where it gets Seussian.

I scrambled the eggs and started to cook, and they looked lovely and fluffy.






But when I began to scoop them out onto parchment paper to freeze them, I noticed they had developed a greenish gray/silver tinge.





Oh no!  When you're trying to avoid trips to the supermarket, a wasted meal plan is not good!

Google to the rescue.

Apparently, when you cook a large quantity of eggs, they have a tendency to turn green because of the more prolonged high heat .
Aside - My first thought was to wonder if this is how Dr. Seuss got the idea.

The good news is the taste is not affected and they are perfectly safe.

So now I have a supply of frozen eggs to go along with my frozen milk cubes.

Oh, and I added pouches of salmon to supplement the tuna pouches because... well.. quarantine.

My daughter continues along with her fancier meals. Thai curry chicken with peppers in coconut milk sauce.






Cute puppy photo to make you smile.

How's July going for you?


Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Christmas in July

I'm sure I have you all frightened by now. But if the Hallmark Channel can do it, so can I. Especially since I've officially begun my Christmas shopping. Yes, you read that right. It was only ornaments, though. I give each of my kids and grandkids an ornament every year and Hallmark's ornament debut was this weekend, so I took the opportunity to grab some now and accumulate reward points that I can redeem when they bring out the next round in October. So see, there's a method behind my madness. That said, I've already warned hubby that Christmas décor will be going up right after Halloween. I love all of the twinkling lights and with the year we've had, it just feels right. I will also be writing a Christmas book during that time, so why not surround myself with inspiration.

Since we can't talk about Christmas without thinking about Christmas cookies, I thought I'd share this recipe I first saw on a Pioneer Woman Christmas special years ago. Because while they may look Christmassy, the citrussy flavor makes them perfect for summer. You can find Ree's recipe for Christmas Cherries here.

Here's what you'll need:
  • 2 sticks butter, softened (Ree says salted butter, but I only had unsalted, so I added pinch of salt to the mixture)
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 egg yolks
  • Zest and juice of one lemon
  • Zest of one orange
  • 2 cups all purpose flour, sifted twice
  • green and/or red candied cherries cut in half for topping (this makes them nice and festive for the holidays, but I omit them the rest of the year)
In a large mixing bowl cream butter and sugar until fluffy.
Add the vanilla, egg yolks, lemon zest and juice and orange zest and mix until combined.
Use a rubber spatula to scrape the bowl then mix again.

Add the sifted flour and mix until combined.
Put dough into a zip top plastic bag and refrigerate until firm.
When you're ready to make the cookies, preheat oven to 300 degrees. Line baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone baking mats. Roll dough into one-inch balls and place on baking sheets.
If you're using the cherries, carefully press 1 half, cut side down, into each ball. If you're not using the cherries, you could press them to slightly flatten or make a thumbprint or whatever. Even criss-cross with a fork, like for peanut butter cookies. Just don't make them too thin.
Bake for about 20 minutes, but don't allow them brown, then cool on wire rack.
Okay, so envision these without the cherries. You could even dust them with powdered sugar, like lemon bars. But these are so light and buttery and that citrus flavor so refreshing... Can you tell I love them? I could eat every one of them by myself. But that would be bad, so I will share them with you.

We're hotter'n blue blazes here in Texas. Actually, I think much of the country is stuck under some heat ridge of high pressure, so you may be sweltering, too. With triple-digit heat, this is where I do the opposite of Ruthy. Now's the time when I hunker down in the air conditioning and do lots of writing. And dream of cooler temperatures. And eat delicious lemony cookies. ;-) 

How hot is it where you are?


Award-winning author Mindy Obenhaus is passionate about touching readers with Biblical truths in an entertaining, and sometimes adventurous, manner. She lives on a ranch in Texas with her husband, one sassy pup, countless cattle, deer and the occasional coyote, mountain lion or snake. When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her grandchildren, cooking and watching copious amounts of the Hallmark Channel. Learn more at mindyobenhaus.com

Monday, July 13, 2020

Coconut Custard Pie - So Easy!

Jan here, with another favorite summer recipe!

This one is a rerun from BEFORE - before Carrie and Josh's wedding, before Jacob and Katie's wedding, before our long-awaited move into the Hills, and before Benjamin and Heather's wedding (Squee! That one was only two days ago!)

I do miss the days when the adult children were all living at home, but we knew at the time that when they started moving out, it would happen quickly - and it did! Between June 2016 and July 2019 all four of them flew the nest. If you're counting weddings and children, you're right - one son is not yet married. :-)

But back in those days, my kitchen was well-used and desserts were made much more often. It works out better when there are more people to help eat the goodies. Just sayin'!


Coconut Custard Pie

Ingredients: 

2 cups milk
2 1/2 cups flaked coconut
4 eggs, beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
3/4 cup all purpose flour (or bisquick)
3/4 cup white sugar
2 Tablespoons butter, softened

Now, here's the hard part (just kidding).

Mix all the ingredients together and pour into a 9 inch greased pie plate.



Bake for 50-60 minutes at 350°, or until golden brown and a knife inserted in the center comes out clean.


This is one of those pies that makes its own crust, kind of like a clafouti, or those "impossible Bisquick" pies that were so popular years ago.



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Back to 2020!

This pie was SO delicious that I still remember that flavor, even seven years later. I'm going to have to make this one again.

But not today! As of this writing, my husband and I are planning to drive slowly home from Benjamin and Heather's wedding, making two stops in towns that I've been longing to visit nearly my entire life!

I had many favorite authors when I was a child. Being a book-girl, I devoured stories by Beverly Cleary, Marguerite Henry, L.M. Montgomery, E.B. White, Mary O'Hara, Lois Lenski, Beatrix Potter, Jim Kjelgaard, Carolyn Haywood... I could go on for an entire blog post! Two other authors belong in that list - Laura Ingalls Wilder and Maud Hart Lovelace. 

If things go as planned, we will have spent yesterday afternoon in Mankato, Minnesota (aka "Deep Valley" from Maud Hart Lovelace's books,) and today in De Smet, South Dakota, where several of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books took place. The ten-year-old inside me is thrilled!

I'll share pictures next week!


Jan Drexler is an author by day who is addicted to counted cross stitch and sauntering through the Hills with her dear husband and their puppies - goofy corgi Jack and growing-fast border collie Sam. You can find Jan's books and other fun things on her website: www.JanDrexler.com.