This is the juicer I like.
- 2 lbs shredded cabbage
- 1 T Sea Salt
- 2 heads Napa Cabbage, chopped
- 1-4 inches fresh ginger root, peeled
- Sirachi hot sauce to desired heat
- (any veggies you like, just shred)
Fermenting experiment and Free videos on how to make fermented veggies from Nourishing Treasures
1 liter jar 12 pack-
1 liter 6 pack-
1 liter Boss pickler-
1 liter primal pickler-
1.5 liter primal pickler-
2 liter (half gallon)-
Case of 6 2 liter–
2 liter primal pickler-
4 liter (gallon)-
4 liter case of 6-
Caps and ferment lids-
8 wide mouth lids with fermentation tubes and stoppers-
Plastic caps with silicone seals 4 pack-
Plastic caps 16 wide mouth-
Plastic Caps 8 regular and 8 wide mouth-
Chalk tops 8 pk wide mouth—would be good for water kefir-
Milk and Water Kefir are great ways to build your probiotics in your gut and make some great homemade items at home.
Here is my Water Kefir Recipe
For Milk Kefir:
Put 3 Cups whole milk in quart jar and add 1 Tablespoon of “grains.” Let sit on counter or shelf for 24 hours. The curds will separate from the whey. After 24 hours, pour contents of bottle into mesh strainer and gently move spoon back and forth across strainer being careful to not smash grains. Milk kefir will drop into container/bowl. Place grains in next quart jar of milk, repeating the process. With the kefir in the bowl/container, stir to mix curds and whey. Pour milk kefir into quart jar. Put the lid and ring on with the lid upside down so it does not seal tightly, and place in fridge for use.
Tip* When washing jars, just use water or use white vinegar and/or peroxide to clean with so the soap does not leave chemicals and bacteria in jar that will kill the grains.
Natural Yeast Belgium Waffles
- 1 C Starter
- 1 Egg
- 1 T Sweetener (maple syrup, molasses, honey, or organic cane sugar
- 1 T Oil (I use coconut oil)
- ¼ t Salt
- ¼ t Baking Soda dissolved in
- 2 T Milk or water or almond milk
- 1 t Vanilla
- ½ t Cinnamon (can add more if you like)
- Place all ingredients in vitamix and blend on low
Mr Perfect and I were headed to Salt Lake City this last weekend for a Leadership Convention. We made a pit stop in Beaver on the way up and decided to run into Wendy’s to grab a bite to eat since it was near dinner time.
I was pondering the menu since I am on the “no more sugar, no more white flour, no more happiness candida cleanse” when Mr. Perfect asked me what I thought was on the new Asia GO Sandwich. Curious as to what new Asian item was on the menu that I overlooked, I quickly scanned the board trying to find what he was looking at. Then I saw this:
I’m still laughing over this. Asiago pronounced ah-see-ah-go, as in CHEESE. Or Asia Go…. whatever you prefer. He would have bought it but “I couldn’t pronounce it.”
There are no words. Keepin’ real over here.
My missionary son just melts my heart. Since the first time I heard him sing this song, it has become one of my very favorites. He sings it with feeling and love for the Savior. You can feel it.
This last weekend, he was part of the Palm Desert Stake Christmas Program that was performed on Saturday and Sunday. You can read his letter HERE telling about the experience.
I hope you all enjoy this wonderful taste of Christmas that had this Mama in tears. =) Soon I’ll have the professional copy, but this was all I needed to have my heart full! (The lady apologized for her niece that wanted to hold her phone.)
Jadon found a sister who he wanted to sing with. This is a rehearsal recording of the song I wrote for Girls Camp in 2002 called Hold On. This poor gal had only been given the music a couple of days before. Little rough, but grateful.
As I listened to General Conference this morning and President Monson started speaking, I realized that something big was coming. I was making chips and stopped to watch and listen and told my 12 and 14 year old that they’d better listen up—something big was coming. For some reason, I just started crying at news of the announcement. I immediately started texting my family that was not with me to share the news.
The first thing that popped into my head was that just a few days ago, my 17 year old son said, “I wish I could just go on a mission right now.” He’s been taking missionary prep every week at the church, been reading his scriptures daily, and been reading Jesus The Christ with the Young Men on Sunday mornings. Most mornings as I cook him breakfast, he has his scriptures and the mini Preach My Gospel book out that I recently bought him. He’s really trying to prepare himself, knowing that he’d have a full year to wait after graduation.
My second thought was, “Oh MAN! This means my one son will come home in April, then my next one could leave in June or July. All RIGHT!! Almost 4 full years of uninterrupted blessings!” (It’s kind of a selfish thought.)
Then part of the reality set in….”Oh dear, we only have 8 months to get prepared. I need to schedule wisdom teeth and doctor’s appointments, all the while doing school, scholarships, and Grad Night. Whoa, this is going to be crazy.”
As you can tell, I didn’t hear much of the next few talks because my mind was still reeling. I need to go back and listen to Saturday all over.
As the day went on, I pondered more deeply on what this means and why. I listened to most of the press conference and thought about what they were saying about this important decision.
They mentioned several times the Lord needing more help and such a great work to do. It felt urgent. I pondered the imminent coming of the Savior and how He needs His army to step things up because the adversary is working so hard. I thought of how so many people are needing hope and help and the joyful message of the gospel and how urgently it’s needed.
I thought about how many people would think that 18 year olds are too young and not prepared. Which in some cases may be true, but in so many I see, it would be better for them to be able to leave quickly following graduation—especially for those in foreign countries who are assigned to serve in the military.
I thought of how this is going to change the thinking of young high school boys. Their minds will be more conscious of serving because they know they don’t have time to mess around in high school, then try to get themselves ready to go after they graduate. They will need to be towing the line all during high school. They’re going to have to grow up a little more, work a little harder, clean their rooms, read their scriptures and not put off preparation for a later date. They’ll probably be a little more self-conscious in their dating knowing that they will be leaving and need to keep themselves clean and pure and will probably be more focused on serving than having a girlfriend. =) They may treat people more kindly, step up their reading and preparation. All bonuses in my book.
I have seen some amazing young men in my life. There are many of them that surround me every day. They are strong. They are obedient. They have been prepared. And I wondered about how these young boys will do. Then it hit me. These are the modern day Stripling Warriors. If scripture were being written about our day, it would say that the Lord call these young Stripling Warriors as part of His army to carry out a great work. One that could not be accomplished any other way.
How will they do it? The same way they did in Book of Mormon times—with strength, with faith, with belief. If their mothers have taught them well, they will believe and have faith that surpasses what we currently know. They will be strong and brave and courageous. They will go and do.
My thoughts quickly turned to the mothers. Are they willing to give up their “boy?” I’m wondering if the mothers will have a harder time than the boys. =)
As I did my own self-evaluation, many thoughts raced through my mind, “Can he do his own laundry? Can he clean a bathroom? Can he cook his own meals? Can we have TWO Family Home Evenings a week from here to the end of the school year out of Teach My Gospel so I can feel like I have prepared him spiritually as well as physically?” My mind was racing and I was thinking that a lot of missionary prep should have been going on years before they should leave. Just a week or so ago my 14 year old said, “I’m the only kid my age that has to do his own laundry.” Poor kid. All I could think of was, “one day, you’ll thank me.” He’s also the one that washed his own backpack. You can read that great story here. I think it’s better to learn it at home so they don’t have to worry about that in the field. They can’t call home when they turn a white shirt pink or wash their backpack with all their pens and markers still in it. =) #nothatwe’vedonethat #seeabovestory
On top of all that, playing the piano has been a requirement in our home. I’ve told them that they have to take lessons until they can play the hymns and some primary songs so that when they are on their mission, they can be of service. They’ve whined about that for years, too. But an interesting thing happened right after the announcement. Out of the blue, my 14 year old went to the piano and started playing hymns. Maybe he’s sensing the urgency and need to be prepared, too. And that’s a good thing. Takes a load off of mom. =)
What I like most about this announcement is this: The kids that are ready to go can go. Some won’t be ready and that is okay, too. I think they should go when THEY are ready. I think we’ll lose a lot less boys between 18 and 19, too. Missions are hard. They aren’t a piece of cake. It’s long days, discouraging days, days filled with work, bike riding, people who don’t like you, having to cook and clean for yourself and just some hard stuff. But mixed in there is something powerful. Something life-changing. You learn to love people in a whole new way. You learn you can do hard things. You learn how to take care of yourself while serving others. You learn things you would never learn if you stayed home. When my recent missionary was having a hard time, I told him, “If missions were easy, everyone would go.” It really takes someone special to serve a mission. It takes courage. It takes bravery. It takes hard work. It takes discipline. It takes a sense of humor. It takes commitment. It takes a Stripling Warrior. And I believe that is what the Lord has called.
I look forward to seeing the great things that will come of this. I look forward to throngs of sisters flocking to the work. I think we may see the bigger increase in them.
I’ve pondered the schools and the lack of incoming freshman. I’ve pondered the sports teams and scholarships since I have a boy who’d like to play college ball. How will this affect those who are wanting to play sports? There are a lot of questions and a lot of answers that will come. But this I know. The Lord is coming soon and He needs help. That should be our first priority—serving Him and preparing for Him.
My thoughts keep turning to the Book of Mormon and reading those chapters proceeding Christ’s coming in 3rd Nephi. I look at the state of our country right now. You can see it in the Book of Mormon in those chapters before Christ’s coming. We are living in those very same times. Corruption in government, persecution of church members, having to choose between good and evil to lead us, many being deceived by an “evil king,” secret combinations, and much more. These are the days we live in and it should be an honor for us as mother’s to prepare our sons and daughters to serve our God, to be part of an Army that is watched over by Him, to boldly and nobly raise the standard and gather the lost sheep in.
As a mother of 5 incredible sons and 2 beautiful and amazing daughters , it is an HONOR and a PRIVELEGE to be trusted to be given and raise these valiant young men and women who will usher in the coming of the Savior.
My patriarchal blessing says that I will see events transpire in the church that will be a wonder and a miracle to the people of the earth. I have seen many. And yet here is another.
I have witnessed history. I have witnessed a miracle. I know there are many more to come.
Raise the banner! Here they come!
PS. As I finished this note, and headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast and pondered more, there was a swelling in my heart and an awareness yet again that we are involved in something bigger. For some reason sports, scholarships, work, busy-ness seemed so unimportant. I am raising sons and daughters of God first and foremost. Raising a star ball player or world known singer or doctor or coach seemed so insignificant because I need to raise them to usher in the Savior.
Then I listened to Elder Holland’s talk and it was confirmed to me that I was exactly right. I am a part of something bigger and greater than I or my children can comprehend.
This has been an absolute miracle to watch unfold as I drive by everyday. First I have to say that Liisa is one of the most pure, kind, compassionate, creative, genuine woman I have ever met. To say I love and adore her would be an understatement. Nick and Liisa are among those who have had to move out of their home and into a rental. The economy has been a bear cat for them. Not many a day has passed where I have looked at some of these families and wondered how much more they could take. I have been literally watching the story of Job in some circumstances.
But amazing Liisa has just taken things to a whole new level. Everytime I have visited with her, she has been positive and had an upbeat attitude. She has looked forward to bigger and better things for their store. They do not have insurance. They do not have income with this place closed and her working day and night with the cleanup effort slows down her Realtor work. With no clue where the money will come from to rebuild, they just keep cleaning up and carrying on.
She told me that she really has to stay away from negative people who think they cannot do this or that because it weighs her down and brings her to tears. As long as she keeps focused on the good, she is fine. She said, “I have to continually stay in a place of gratitude all day everyday. Gratitude for all these things and the blessings we are receiving is helping so much. And there is much to be grateful for.”
She is right. There has not been a day that I have passed by that I have not seen people working there– inside and out. Lightfoot’s across the street brought dumpsters in for them the first few days and had them rotated so often that the place stayed clean as it could be under the circumstances. One day I stopped, several subcontractors had stopped in and were measuring and donating many things to help them rebuild. I cannot even imagine how many thousands of dollars will be donated to help them (as well as the other families).
Something struck me in listening to Liisa. Since I teach and understand the “Universal Laws” like the law of Attraction (it’s all over my blog here), I could see clearly how they were all working in Liisa’s behalf. The gratitude and positive thinking were literally drawing people to her, bringing the very things she needed at the moment. I know they have a long way to go, but I can guarantee that the very things they need will keep showing up at “just the right time.” It is not by coincidence. The Lord orchestrates perfectly when we live His laws perfectly. He wants us to be abundant and joyful. Gratitude is the key to bringing it all to you while still remaining humble. And Liisa does this to perfection.
I cannot wait to see the “new and improved” Dutchman’s/Cravings. I know a vast amount of good is headed their way. I know they are people I will always want to be around because they lift me to a higher plain.
In every place I visited wishing to give help or hope or comfort, I came away with far more. They have been lifting me, giving me hope, showing me what endurance, courage, and true Christ-like love is all about. From the homeowners to the volunteers, my life has been flooded with love!
From the distant cousin of Liisa’s that just “shows up” at exactly the right time with the abilities needed at that moment, to the Latino Club that held a fundraiser right at their place to raise money to rebuild Dutchman’s, to the hundreds of volunteers, family, and friends that have labored, this has been one big miracle to watch evolve.
As if Liisa’s not amazing enough, she took the time to put together this unbeliveable video that speaks much more than I can put into words. The music itself bespeaks the emotion of it all– the joy, the sorrow, the laughter, the blessings.
Click HERE to watch this work of art and love.