Airing out your House

With my camo ball cap pulled over my bun, I spray the Ozium deodorizer in my room I make for the exit. 30 minutes later I return to clean fresh air.

This reminds me of patience some things in life take time. And some things require prudent decision making. Airing out decisions. Like relationships take time and reflection when jumping into a new one.

The pinnacle of any relationship I find now, is relating to the same thing. If you can’t relate to the same things or understand each others decisions then the relationship is bound for trouble. I’m by no means condoning relationships that don’t share this, just making an observation.

After every relationship you need to clean the air clean; your heart. This allows space for just the right someone to show up in your life. But in order to clean the air, as in with the deodorizer, you have to put away everything edible. Similar to putting away all those memories you’ve made before; like a romantic house cleaning for your heart.

Then wait.

Breathing clean air is important for your heart. Clean everything and pray for the perfect match.

He’s out there.

God Bless,

Magnificient27

Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish

My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.

The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.

I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.

Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a

So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.

Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.

Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.

So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams,received_626271504545193.jpeg I step boldly into my day.

 

God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!

Magnificient27

Changes, Biking, setting My World on Fire

As my bike skidded to a stop in front of the library I felt the chill rain against my face. Rain is such a beautiful thing that cleanses away all the dirt and griminess. I see it as a refresh from what happens on a day to day basis. And Lord knows we all need to have a refresh. Eek.

I started a new part-time job at a hospital. It’s not a glamorous hospital job but it’s a job that pays, so I am very thankful. The position is as a dietary aid and my work involves a lot of dirty dishes. Which is a bit symbolic of my life right now. Erk, it is all kind of up in the air. Thankfully I have my hobbies that have proven great antidotes to my slight anxiety.

This week and last there’s been increased flooding in the Central Plains. It rained all of Memorial weekend. This Memorial weekend brought a lot of new changes in my life including a new love.

I jumped into painting again as a hobby which is a nice break from my work. My current medium of choice is watercolor. I haven’t done that many paintings, yet. I’m sure looking at one of my paintings you couldn’t tell the difference between them and chicken scratches. But through time, they will change and I’m sure I will get better.

Lately, I have been biking a whole lot as my mode of transportation. Pedal biking that is. Burn calories and get places; what better way to get places. Hopefully, that will change someday after I get my license. Someday in a blue moon. Haha.

Since my relocation, I have been writing and reading more. A whole montage of different books.

I currently have on my desk Get a Financial Life- Personal Finance in your Twenties and Thirties. It’s proven to be quite informative. Hopefully, this will cause a change in my life sooner the better.

I dappled around in Diana Galbadon’s Voyager book which proved a bit too explicit for my reading tastes. Though I am a huge fan of Galbadon’s work and think she is truly a genius.

Also, I am working on getting my application in for a volunteer program abroad that I hope to do this Fall.

Currently, I am WiFi-less at my house and hopefully will be getting that set up on Thursday. Which is going to be such a relief.

Cinnamon Popovers- Enjoying a Beautiful Friday

As the smell of cinnamon filled my small kitchen I glanced at the Roman numerals on the old clock. Isn’t it interesting how time plays such an integral part of baking but also with life? If you think about baking is making something new just like every choice we make in this life. Interesting… sorry if I got a bit philosophical there.

As the bright sunshine shone onto the wooden floor in shafts I sifted through one of my favorite cookbooks, Chicken and Egg, A Memoir of Suburban Homesteading by Janice Cole. This book, let me tell you had me laughing SO hard!

Did you know that chickens don’t actually bob their heads but the illusion of bobbing is made because they move their necks before they move their bodies?

And that it takes 24 hours for an egg to be formed inside a hen!

This book has given me many laughs and many good recipes. I really enjoy reading something by someone who is so passionate about something. When we discover our passions it’s really a beautiful thing! Right now, I think one of my biggest passions is writing this blog to all my devoted readers, thank you.

Back to the Cinnamon Breakfast Popovers. I admit I’m on my second batch because the first batch I tried making didn’t come out well.

So be wary about the whisking. The recipe also calls for popover pans… Which I don’t have so I’m making them in a muffin tin.

Another thing to be attentive to is that the popovers have two different baking temperatures. 450 and 350.

Ok, so enough chit-chat, let’s cut to the chase already.

Pop, pop, pop.. popovers

Sweet and spicy popovers

Sweet&Spicy Cinnamon Popovers

 

To make the popovers: Whisk the flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg together in a large bowl until the spices are well blended with the flour. Whisk the egg and egg whites together in a medium bowl until smooth. Pour milk, melted butter, and vanilla, whisking until combined.

 

Slowly whisk the egg mixture into the flour mixture until the dry ingredients are moistened and almost smooth. Pour the batter into a large measuring cup or bowl with a spout for easy pouring. Let rest 30 minutes.

 

To make the topping: Combine the sugar and cinnamon together in a small bowl. Set aside. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Coat fiver popover cups with nonstick cooking spray (I used a muffin tin and it turned out great).

 

Bake for 20 minutes. Reduce heat to 350 degrees, without opening the oven, and continue to bake another 20 minutes, or until puffed and golden brown.

 

Place on a wire cooling rack. It’s helpful to put waxed paper on beforehand.

 

As soon as the popovers come out of the oven, brush the tops with two tablespoons melted butter. I melt mine in the microwave for 20-35 seconds. Then remove popovers from pan. Sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mixture generously over the tops. Serve immediately.

Finished pastries!

 

Bang!Bang! Cinnamon Popovers

5:45; Writing and Jam

As the coffee perked out delicious smells wafted upward of cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg, and turmeric. The room was cold, it is 5:45, but I was well equipped with my favorite flannel. The writer’s mind had begun.  My first endeavor, as stated was coffee. Then jam. Thankfully not writer’s jam but this delicious homemade Saskatoon jam my dear friend had given me. Now, I am not one to shy away from “jam judgment”. Sounds like that should be a game show or something.

Anyway, this jam is the Coup De Grâce of jams! The Saskatoon, otherwise known as Service-Berry or June-Berry is one of my favorite berries to pick as well. Quite a tedious task as the berries are quite small and prove a trifle difficult to pick being nestled back in the Saskatoon bush. Quite a trickster these berries are, resembling something of a blueberry someone might categorize them in the same fruit family. However, the Saskatoon is walkin’ its own jam with the Pome family. The apple family that is. The taste profile of these berries begins with a sweet lullaby and ends with a tangy nutty kick. Which makes sense that I like them because I’m kind of a nut myself sometimes.

Unbeknownst to me, the Saskatoon flaunts its flavor packed with a whole gamut of fibers, protein, and antioxidants. Say what??! These berries are my jam, literally and in my tummy, I for sure recommend these sweet little delicacies.

green leafed plant with red fruit

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Below is a recipe for Saskatoon jam:

9 c. of whole Saskatoon berries

Juice and grated peel of one lemon

1/2 c. water

6 c. granulated sugar/ I sometimes decrease this depends on how tart you want it- or add honey for a, I think fresher jam taste

1 package pectin

Crush the berries in a large bowl. Next, pour in water, lemon juice, and pectin. Pour into deep pan and pop on stove set on medium, and keep that hand stirring. When the jam to be, reaches a rolling boil add your sweetener of choice and return to boil. Remember, keep that hand stirring! Boil for 1 minute and “take off the fire”, as my grandma would say (take off the stove.) Ladle the jam into washed and sanitized jars filling till 1/4 inch below the top of the jam jar. Put on the lids and screw on the rounds. Not too tight!

Next, place in canner with one inch of water covering the jar lids. Process jam for 10 minute. Remove canner from heat and gingerly remove jam jar with, I use a jar lifter Ball Jar lifter. Place the jars on a towel, I use Hot Damn It’s Jam Tea TowelI Eat Local Because I can dish Towel. After they are cooled check to see that all of the lids are sealed. If a jar is unsealed you can just pop it in the fridge.

And just because Funny Jam Making Mug

Ahh, sweet jam! And just for a couple jam jokes.

What do you call a group of blueberries playing guitars?

-A jam session

I visited Smucker’s jam factory. They asked me if I had heard of any of the new growing techniques being used to grow berries. I told them that I wasn’t up to date on my currant events.

Quite simply my favorite jam!