Friday, September 27, 2013

Mayo's And Back Again

Wow, a flying trip. We packed for a weeks stay, since that is the average time spent at Mayo's, and came home with the bulk unused. Yes, it was a whip in and a whip out trip to Rochester, MN. Not that I'm complaining because the shorter the trip the less time we were away from home and the less restaurant food we ate, (oh how it messes with the digestive system) and the fewer motel costs we incurred, and the fewer the medical costs. That meant we spent from early early morning until evening driving Wednesday to Rochester. The we turned around Thursday afternoon and headed home settling in Mitchell, SD for the night.

This gave us time the next morning before hitting the road to browse the shelves in Cabela's and look at the mounts. I saw a muskox. I want a muskox. I know, I have yaks but no they are not related. Wouldn't three muskox be just the coolest thing? I wouldn't say no if someone offered me three or one for free but I'm not sure they would survive in our area. Yaks have to have a higher elevation as heat is their enemy so muskoxs I'd guess would be the same. Maybe they would be okay as long as they have shade.

Sorry, a little diversion but you know me  I'm diverted easily. The same thing happened in Rochester as I gaped this way and that at the buildings. I love architecture and we put in over four miles walking back and forth to Mayo's from our motel.

Everyone I talked to said the trip across South Dakota was straight and boring. Straight yes, but boring?  Don't know what their problem was for they have barns that don't look like our barns. Why the jut out on one end near the top? Then there was the differing number of trees around the farm houses. The wind blew like a banshee all the way to MN so why did some have a dense grove all around them and others just a scant defense line on two sides? Did the wind have a tendency to blow more in one area than another? Was soil conditions and water availability the reason for fewer trees? Maybe all the above as even some of the fields in Minnesota had tree lines around one side of them. Nope, we weren't in Wyoming anymore, especially in our county where not even the Russian Olive trees grow unaided.

Many of the crops were different. Okay, crops in general is a new thing for this part of Wyoming as there is a little hay put up and on a really good year a few oats but that's it. I was raised in Wyoming's farm country where sugar beets, dried beans, corn, hay, oats, and barley grew. But the plants we stared at over the fence from the rest area sure wasn't beans. Was it lentils? Then there was corn baled in round bales like our hay. Had to look that one up when I got home. This university site was informative. http://liferaydemo.unl.edu/web/saline/isbalingcornstalksworthit It helps farmers decided whether baling corn stalks is worth the loss of nutrients to the soil if they are removed. I definitely don't know enough to be a farmer.

So if you are calling the drive across South Dakota on I-90 boring, I don't understand. Try traveling across the bottom of Wyoming on the interstate and you'll learn what boring is.

Anyway, the doctor's present opinion is that Kirk will be fine. His problem is mild and if anything is done it will be just a little removal of scar tissue. The last test results weren't in so we shall learn the verdict later. Excellent news and we can move on to remodeling the bathroom etc. We don't have to move our animals until next summer and so that will give us a little more time to make changes.

Now if I can get the painters to show up I'll be thrilled. They didn't show up on Monday and now the ground is covered with snow. We need to have a discussion. So much to do so little time but it is obvious that the Lord is indeed mindful of us. I hope I can figure out just what he has in mind for us. Change is definitely in the wind.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Curb Appeal

Our front porch leaned worse than a drunken sailor. The thought of ripping out all that cement was overwhelming. The thought of the cement bill was prohibitive. We didn't know what to do. Then my brother, who flips houses, came by and told us build over the top. 
 
So that is just what we did. We decided on a deck style instead of the cement steps. I'm surprised how much we sit out front now that we have the deck. Not that we sit more than a few minutes here and there but that is more than before.
 
 The deck is a great addition I can see already but I insisted that the top step had to change from before. You were always off balance as you leaned off to the side to try and get the door to open past you. With off setting the step to the side that gives you room to stand beside the door the problem was eliminated. No more leaning and the door brushing against you as you open it.  
Another improvement was that the porch is not attached to the house. It is its own structure and the posts are cemented in the ground. The frame is made of metal, my husband's favorite material. I think a simple wood porch would have taken far less time to build but hey, the hubby was happier. A happier hubby means he stays on the job. The best part was we had all the metal in a scrap pile in the back yard. It did mean that he had to make a number of brackets that welded to the posts for the wood to attach to.You can't have an all metal porch. Can you imagine it in the summer heat or winter when it becomes an ice pond. Nope, it was going to have to be a combination of metal and wood. 
The steps were part of steps that the coal mine threw away. They have grippers on them and so we decided to include them as part of the menagerie of wood and metal. Kirk added to them and bent the railing while adding a piece or two from scraps. If we were staying, I'd love to have garland of pine cones and needles going down the outside railing of the stairs but that isn't happening.
 
 The black railing Kirk was tempted to build himself but the time just wasn't there so we bought railings and he cut them and fit them to work with our dimensions. The light green colored cement board around the bottom is left over from the accent areas outside of the house on the back and sides. This would add balance. I repainted the cement board and used the left over paint to paint the cement around the bottom of the house. Not a huge change but the light green color is nicer than the natural gray. We decided on light green instead of the darker green because we didn't want the porch to be the focal point but instead the rock and door.  
When done the porch looked good but it had the appearance of a box on the front of the house. Hmmm... our brains went to work.

I decided on plants on the right side. Red Barberry plants would pick up on the red color and the tall ornamental grass in between the barberry has a red tint. When they gain some size that should be a lovely accent. The brick trim around the plants is from my father's yard project. They were left overs and he gave them to me a year ago. Love hand me downs!
 
Now to choose the ground cover around the plants and on the other side of the porch, shale, bark, or river rock? We'd love river rock but the bit we put in the back of the house for a walkway by the garage was costly. I'm afraid it would cost close to five hundred. That would really push the budget. We need to take what money we have left and work on the bathroom so it is off to price choices. So much to do and so little money to do it with but with imagination we will find a way.
 
 
It is left-overs and talent that built that porch for about 500. And talents is what you get when you take the time to learn. Boy have we learned a whole heaping lot while remodeling this house. Through those efforts we have gained a greater sense of worth. Talents have created things we had no money to buy. It is what gives us choices. And at its basic level it is an ancient law of the Bible. Remember the story of the talents? If you develop them, you will be given more.
Must be a work of the devil because you don't hear of many people with hobbies anymore. We have become a society of consumers. My daughter wanted to move back to Wyoming because she missed the rancher's walk. Some of you know what I'm talking about. The one that says, been there, done that, and what ever comes my way, "I'll get er done". The confidence of having handle hard problems before and ready to tackle more. Something she found missing in those around her in the city. So many buy there way out of problems and what confidence does that bring when times get really hard? Our government tries to do the same thing, buy its way out with money it doesn't have. I say the government is a reflection of the people it governs.
 
 A friend of ours went to England and the group from Wyoming started counting pickup trucks. The guide asked why, to which he replied, you don't have very many. She asked if there were lots where he was from? He told her he had three in his yard alone. She said what do you do with a pickup? Oh my!, how do you survive without one? Those people must be totally dependent on others. I'm sure there are some in the countryside there with trucks but I can't imagine not having one. If I had just one vehicle it would definitely be a truck. I unloaded manure out of ours today and several times a week I used it to haul things.  
 
This lack of doing things for ourselves has led to the lack of common sense. Something not common anymore. Sense comes from the been there, done that experiences which builds knowledge and the ability to use that knowledge with wisdom.
I believe we are a nation of unfulfilled people. Our Heavenly Father commanded us to develop our talents. Made in his image we therefore need to be creative as our father obviously is very creative. Therefore it is inherent that we need to be creative to be whole.  When one does not feel whole he becomes an avid consumer to gain a momentary glimpse of it.
 
Lately I have gained a great deal of confidence. I was a much better help gutting the bathroom this time. Maybe you don't think that is a talent but the more I tear sheetrock and tile, the better I am at it. This equates to a "I can do" powerful feeling. When I unloaded round bales off the trailer to pallets with the tractor a couple weeks ago all by myself, I had a "I can do" feeling. My confidence is soaring lately as we do more and more for ourselves and I feel like I can accomplish other things that might come my way. It increases my faith in myself and my faith in a loving father who helps and guides me as I learn.
 
What are your thoughts on this principle of talents? 

Friday, September 20, 2013

Thoughts

Sorry for the lack of posts but things have been beyond crazy. Pressures are building and I hope we get some answers soon. I have to do some work today making phone calls to find out prices and such for the contractor who is repairing our home from the hail storm in August. If I don't get quotes myself, the contractor is too short of time and will not complete the work this fall and will have to finish next spring. Their work backload is huge. Twenty-seven contractors in town all going crazy. The rat a tat tat is louder than Santa Claus's workshop in December. Meanwhile we are working on our own home repair and remodel plans. The front porch is nearly done and I'm going to start shoveling dirt and manure today to landscape around it so I can put in bushes. 

The corrals situation as to whether we have a place for our animals or not will be revealed Thursday. If they say we will move this fall, we will be in a world of hurt. They announced in the paper the move would be next fall but now I'm hearing this fall. We are financially committed to keeping the livestock and staying where we are.

Now if they say move move when we have put forth so much money and time to stay -- when the entire community is reeling from the financial costs and physical demands left in the wake of the hail storm-- when a number of the members of our livestock club have had serious accidents or serious health issues in the last two months (yes it has been a bit freeky what all has gone wrong in such a short period of time), then I will be beyond ticked. This community is in tough shape and to kick a guy when he is down is cruel and inhumane. Especially since the town has been talking about raising the rates 12 times what we pay now.

 The city representatives keep telling us they are doing us a service giving us what we don't want and what we can't afford. Am I crazy? They keep looking at me like I should be tremendously grateful but I don't feel grateful. Getting less for a great deal more is good? By what math logic is that? Must have something to do with the logic of filling 50 pound feed sacks that once held 50 pounds with 40 pounds of feed. Yes, the price per bag is less but you are getting less at a greater cost. Is the bag size suppose to be fooling us? I'm not impressed by this trend and I'm not hood winked either. I see the writing on the wall. Less for more and more control of our lives. 

Kirk is steadily getting worse and we soon head to Mayo's for who knows how long during the middle of this mess. We are working on finding a place to move and new work but alas, no answers yet. If it comes as we hope then that will throw things into an even bigger whirlwind. We just have to wait on the Lord and pray our efforts bring forth fruit.  Meanwhile I keep counting my blessings though frequent panic attacks keep interrupting.  Not something good on a women who is short of adrenaline. The problem is a lack of faith I know. Just when I think I have pretty good amount of faith then something like this crops up where our whole world seems turned upside down. Faith will just have to grow some more. Meanwhile I need to take up yoga to relax I think. Actually that is the plan when we are in Rochester, I've got some tapes I'm taking.

On a lighter note, my sweet in-laws did give me most of their bounteous grape crop, no they don't live in this pure clay soil or it wouldn't of been bounteous. I've juiced it and took all the other chokecherry juice and currant juice I'd done out of the overloaded freezers and water bathed them so they can now sit on my shelf. I have enough juice to do some major vinegar making when things calm down. Doesn't look like that will be anytime soon.

Since life has become such a challenge, we thought we had better stop, contemplate, and seek the Lord's guidance beyond our daily prayers. Yesterday we spent the day with the Lord in the temple praying and working for others to try and gain some perspective.

To get the house done enough to sell, and sell it in a stalled market at a good price, to find a place for the animals, even temporarily; to find a new job; to eventually find a place to live that accommodates our needs for the animals, a garden, and Kirk's knife business at a price we can pay; to find answers to Kirk's health issues. For those health issues to right themselves enough to continue on the present path means a ton of things have to fall into place and we alone can't make them happen. We can't be too stuck in our wishes either. We know that though we plan, search, and work, the Lord might have a different plan than the one we have envisioned.

We are seeking His will. In all this, where does He want us to go? What does He want us to do? With so much unanswered there is one thing I have no doubt of "I Need Thee Every Hour" as the song says and that "With God all things are possible."
 
And though I feel overwhelmed, I can't imagine how much more so many of those in the Colorado flood must feel. I think and pray for them often. Our daughter spoke of many who are holed up in the hills and are planning to stay. Heavy criticism has been aimed there way. I have to admire the sheriff who stood up for them. He said a number of them are preppers and they indeed are set up to function for six months or more. I'm curious to know if they have electricity or not. That would make a huge difference to us. We haven't gotten beyond needing electricity badly. Oh how I would love to know just how they have set their places up to be so independent? I want one of those. There is so much to learn and I pray we have the opportunity to have a place that we can better set up ourselves.

My brain can't help wonder, what if peppers were the majority, not the minority? What if instead of a nation of give me's, we would become a nation of preppers who could say, I have taken car of myself? What if we became a independent people, independent states, independent nation? Can you be totally independent? No, but enough so that your needs are much less, your burden on yourselves and others, much less and that means at an individual level, a state, and a nation. Most would be able to handle the disasters on their own two feet or team with others like these preppers who are rebuilding roads and dealing with their own problems.

Colorado's finances are in the toilet because of this disaster. Rightfully so in just rebuilding the roads and bridges alone. Then there are the citizens looking to them for help. Couldn't fewer of them be asking if they too were preppers? Some can prep more than others because of circumstances but can't everyone prep? I know of countries where people save a tablespoon of rice each meal to put away into storage and have a great testimony of the principle of preparing for tough times. Many have helped others because of this. If they can save just a tablespoon, can't we save much more?  

FEMA told me that it isn't a matter of IF but WHEN a disaster will strike. And most people will have it strike two or more times in their lifetime. Then why don't we prepare more? Is it because we expect someone else to hold the safety net? Is it because our government has done too much and now we expect it? I guarantee you that this nation will fall on it's knees. The few can not forever bare the burdens of the many. Where will you be when it does?

Got to go and shovel manure and dirt but I'll send you photos tomorrow of the front of the house that includes the new porch. It is half metal and half wood. Kirk doesn't like working with wood, that's why.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Corn Silk Tea

 Last week our oldest daughter showed up with the equivalent of six and a half of these square sized laundry baskets of corn on the cob. When she said she knew of a place where she could get free corn and did I want some, I said of course YES! I asked for six to ten dozen. She brought home more corn than I have ever done at one time in my entire life BY FAR.  Whoa did we ever freeze corn.  I was tucking it in every corner I could of freezer space until she took her cooler of corn home.

Explanation for such a load of corn, it was free and beyond that they picked until they felt inspired to stop. They'd come back to her vehicle and feel pressed to go out again so off they went until one time they felt they should stop. Probably in part because they ran out of room. LOL How could I argue with that explanation? I too have often felt prompted to do things I just didn't understand  at the time like can lots of peaches and pears though we only needed a few more jars. The reasoning is usually apparent the next year because the crop fails or money is tight. So I rolled up my sleeves, wondered what the reasons were without thinking too hard, and went to work.
 Luckily I had help, my daughter and some of the time my hubby. It meant we only had to stay up until two in the morning to finish. Finish the corn that is because we were too sleepy to finish the clean up. I cut the corn off the cob and then blanch it making the task far easier but it still seemed like the mound disappeared slowly. Then when we were about done I asked everyone to start saving the corn silks. It slowed things down considerably as you had to firmly grasped the silks and pulled the greenery away instead of the usual whisk of a couple pulls and the whole husk came off. Well, with me that is as I've done this a few cazillion times before.   
 What in the world was I thinking? Well I just happened to come across an article about the medicinal properties of corn silk.

Corn silk is used for
bladder infections, inflammation of the urinary system, inflammation of the prostate, kidney stones, and bedwetting. It is also used to treat congestive heart failure, diabetes, high blood pressure, fatigue, and high cholesterol levels.


Not that I was looking for any of that. Though a quick read and it became clear that corn silks are a good thing and one more natural  diuretic. What I was looking tooling around on the Internet was a natural source of vitamin C. I found out that corn silks are indeed high in Vitamin C and also K.Why the interest? In WWII Vitamin C was badly needed and so in England they dried rose hips and fed them to their children. I'm interested in self-sufficiency and Vitamin C is a biggy to have.

I've not tried the rose hips yet, the home-made ones that is, but it is on the to do list. The one that keeps getting longer no matter how many things I do. I have tried the store version of rose hips. Some will remember my experiment with pine needle tea as a source of vitamin C. Definitely a survival version as the taste is just like it smells -- not appealing. Not horrible but just rather sappy like.

 Dandelions are very high in C's and are also a diuretic. But then so are strawberries and lots of things. And now I've found out about corn silk so I'm thinking that more than one source of C's is definitely better especially since you don't know what the weather will bring. This year for instance it wiped out our garden. The pumpkins and other squash tried to come back but a month is definitely not enough time to do so before the threat of frost.

The high Vitamin K in corn silk might just come in real handy too as it helps to clot blood. Wonder if it would work as a poultice too? Hmmm....

With corn silks you do have to watch the amount. Too much of a diuretic isn't good. Too much corn silk and you could lower your sugar levels too low. Too much and you become dehydrated or your blood pressure becomes too low. As with all supplements we have to use our heads about them and remember that moderation is the key word. We also have to be aware of their interaction with the medications we are already taking.  

They recommend:
Corn Silk Tea Recipe: 2 tsps dried cornsilk to one cup boiling water. Let stand 10 minutes, strain and drink. Use only one cup per day for a maximum of 10 days.

My silks are dry and ready when I am.
Yet what excited me most about this project is that I can use more fully my corn. I'm not sure this corn she purchased is organic, probably not so I didn't save a lot of silk. But none the less it is worth trying a little in a few ways just to have the knowledge. Then when I have my own garden again I can save in a bigger way. We will have sweet corn and corn meal corn and the stalks can be eaten by the livestock. The corn by us either fresh, frozen, or dried. I don't like bottled. The corn silks can be dried and kept for medicinal needs. The cobs can be dried and burned for fuel. Now that is really using your harvest.
As for taste of corn silk -- I'm not sure yet. The Internet said it tastes like green corn. What part are they referring to because I thought if it was green then the corn kernels haven't developed yet so what are you eating? We will find out though one of these first days as I'm going to give corn silk tea a try. Got to be better than Blue Spruce needle tea doesn't it?

The other way they recommended using the silks was to put them in soups as a thickener. Now that sounds very doable as long as green corn flavor isn't repulsive. Hmmmmm...... don't know.Maybe best to go light on the amount at first.  

All I do know is that we haven't slowed down enough to get my head around using it. We've hauled hay twice this week which is a six hour trip twice. Hubby worked on the car replacing brakes, serpentine belt etc. while I cleaned up the house. Then yesterday we gutted the bathroom. We discovered a water leak. Not that there wasn't a hole in the floor already from a previous leak. We just hadn't gotten to the remodeling yet. So we began to tear as this appeared to be something new. The water was pooling by the toilet. Nope, not the toilet. Yup, the shower faucet valve once again but by then half the wall was tore out.

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound so we just gutted all the walls and removed the furnishings. We still have the floor and ceiling to go but it is a great start. We wanted to finish the front porch that day but the roofers called at 8 and said can we come in an hour and a half to do your roof. With shingles flying off we thought it best to remain indoors throwing sheet rock out the window into a wheelbarrow.

With houses galore to roof in town and a long list of customers we thought we'd better get it done while we could. There are 27 construction companies in town trying to repair the damage from the hail storm. Our population is only 1200.
  
I had big plans to go dump the bathroom garbage at the town dump 45 miles away north and shop for sheet rock and paint for the front porch the next day. Alas, yesterday morning I found a very sick yak at chore time. I'd not been doing yak chores for the last few days as we divided and conquered the livestock tasks. I attended the critters in the upper corrals milking and taking care of chickens. I barely even glanced at the yaks in the distance though I did ask if they were alright because I noticed Gracie laying down more than usual. The vet chewed me a bit and told me never to do this again. He said needed to take the full responsibility and have others help when needed. He was right. I have the gift and skill and it isn't fair to the animals to put it on others. 

Gracie baffled me. She had conflicting symptoms and I wasn't sure what we were dealing with except she was really sick. The matter was made worse since I was watching the little youngins that day. The one year old was in tow and a sick yak with big horns is not a place to have a one year old, especially since this yak hates kids. I called a couple friends to confer with leaving the tyke in the truck in her car seat. I then called the vet and his assistant relayed my information while he performed surgery. Then we loaded Gracie up in the trailer while my one year old looked on, shouting encouragement. Okay, she didn't shout encouragement.
She screamed in protest at being left in the truck locked in her car seat but what was I to do with her --safety first.

After picking up the four year old grand daughter from preschool at eleven we waited for their mom to arrive and then whoosh, off I went driving the hour and a half to the vets.

Heard the saying," Took everything but the kitchen sink."? Well I did take everything including the bathroom sink as my pickup had the toilet and all piled in back. Quite a site I'm sure but a girl has to do what a girl has to do. The dump was north and I was headed south.

Life has really been challenging the past couple years and especially this last summer. Yet despite all the challenges coming our way lately, I still stop each day and count my blessings. One can't be depressed and feel blessed at the same time. A friend I've known for years, though not a very close friend, committed suicide this week. I wish she would of counted her blessings each day. I've always found that the blessings out number the problems.  But it does take effort as blessings don't jump out at you like problems. So yesterday when I was feeling overwhelmed, I counted just a few of mine.  

 1. I had the help of two skilled livestock friends to load Gracie. They are often not available.
2. The trailer and pickup made it to the vets and back without a mishap. No flat tires and the truck started. It still isn't working right despite two new parts. At least one or two to go.
3. Wednesday we got the roof done.
4. The bathroom leak was a pain but at least we were planning on gutting the bathroom anyway and we've started. 
5. Gracie didn't need an IV after all like the vet thought from our phone conversation. It wasn't the terrible disease he feared and a big ole shot is all that was needed.
6. Since it is dust pneumonia it probably won't spread. Yes, dust can irritate the lungs and pneumonia will set in. We are really, really dry here with poor Colorado below us drowning.
7. Gracie's nose wasn't running and her fever appeared to come down last night. She was more bright eyed.  
8. I had money to pay the vet bill. It was part of the money I made selling the little whether goats. Not how I wanted to spend it but I had it none the less. Since Kirk is racking up the medical bills this is a biggy.

As I count my blessings I can see indeed, the Lord is mindful of me just as he is of every sparrow that falls. Though I have challenges a plenty, I'm never left to face them alone. I just have to look for the blessings to know of his love for me.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Corn tortillas

BLACK-EYED PEAS - (or Cowpea) - A oval, creamy white bean with a black "eye." Soft textured.




Oh what or what shall I do with this bean - pea or whatever you wish to call them? Don't remember where I got them or how long I've had this bag of them but it is high time I used them up. That was my thoughts a few days ago when I put a batch of them in a crock pot. For years now I've just bottled beans and then used them. A real handy method but I'm almost completely out of canned beans. I've a few black beans and a few kidneys but that's it. The temperatures have been in the 90's F. Hardly canning weather. Mighty hot for September.  

I got to wondering, how come I've never crock potted beans before? I think it was the fear of it taking forever for them to cook. Now that was crazy. I just put the beans in the crock over night and ta da in the morning they were done. With half the beans I added the rest of the goodies to make ham and bean soup. The other half of the beans went in the refrigerator until today. The leftover ham for the beans was from another meal.

The other half of the beans in the crock pot I put in the refrigerator to make refried beans today. Half of the hamburger and onions I cooked to go in with the refried beans in a tortilla shell I put in the crock pot with stewed tomatoes, a small can of tomato sauce, and a can of tomato paste to make a red sauce for lasagna tomorrow. I really need to use up the cans of tomato sauce and paste. I've bought a case of them over a year ago and I just don't seem to use much anymore. It is getting to be more and more home-made around here as the more I learn about food from the store the less I am inclined to use it.

That doesn't mean my grocery bill isn't still high but hey, I'm working on it.



I've been making my refried beans for years. You just put cooked beans in a fry pan or an electric skillet with a bit of oil and mash them a bit. These beans were a good choice since they are naturally soft and they were yummy. The traditional bean used is pintos but I don't like pintos much and why not be a bit creative. I used the same electric skillet I had just fried up the tortilla shells in. I added some garlic powder, chili powder, salt, black pepper, and dried onion tops. Remember the ones from the garden last year that didn't make full onion size so I dried the tops and bottoms.   



 

Today I made the Cook's magazine's corn tortilla recipe. It isn't a true corn tortilla. It is simply a 1/2 cup of corn meal put into a flour tortilla recipe. The best part is the corn meal was mine from my Painted Mountain corn grown a year ago. I'd like to give you the recipe but I can't find it on the Internet and my daughter informed me it is a no, no to simply give the recipe to you even though I give them credit. I'm suppose to talk about the recipe and give a link. Live and learn something every day.




This recipe appealed to me because the traditional corn tortilla is made using masa harina and that has to be bought.  I did make a mistake though. This recipe rolled out beautifully thin and I got carried away.  See how much thinner the corn tortillas turned out in comparison to these flour ones. I should of made the corn tortillas thicker as they became brittle and broke apart. We each had one and then I did the best to roll up the rest with some refried beans, sour cream, and cheese. I put those in a glass pan and put them in the refrigerator. Tomorrow I'll add some more cheese and enchilada sauce and bake it. Add some salad on top and yum, yum!!


This is how I need to start cooking again. This is the way I did when the kids were little to try and conserve food. This is what I did to conserve money. That is my new resolution for the fall is to figure out ways to save money and time.

Well, it is time for a little shut eye as we are hauling hay real early in the morning. Next time I'll talk about what I learned about corn silks and their medicinal value.