Wednesday, November 15, 2017

green tomatoes

Before our first freeze last week, Bobby reminded me that I need to empty everything out of the garden before the plants died. I knew I would have a handful of this and a handful of that, but I was NOT expecting a bucket and a half of green tomatoes. 

Now I like fried green tomatoes...once or twice a year. They're at treat, and anything beyond that is too much acid for my stomach. So here's two recipes I've tried, and liked, though it's not done a lot for emptying the buckets.

Baked Green Tomatoes
Heat oven to 375.
Slice thick slices of tomatoes and place on cookie sheet.
Top with pieces/cuts of uncooked bacon.
Bake until bacon is mostly cooked.
Add cheddar cheese.
Top with bread crumbs.
Heat until cheese is melted.

I would make this one again!

Green Tomato Soup
chopped onion
chopped potatoes
3 slices of sausage, rolled into small balls
5 medium/large green tomatoes
chicken broth
1 T salt

Bring to a boil. Lower to medium and simmer until potatoes are done.

It smelled better than it tasted! Still had the green tomato tang, but Bobby said he'd eat it again. Not bad, but not sure I'd serve it to guests.

Next up to try is green ketchup. The thought of that doesn't appeal to me, but it had very high star ratings on   So we'll see.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

twirling with the leaves

More than once the last few weeks I've been amazed at the little whirlwind of leaves I've seen while walking or driving. And the visual aptly fits how I'm viewing life at the moment.

The municipal election has come and gone, and I'm no closer to a decision about what I need to do next year. Just when I think I'm going to keep going until I have a clear sign otherwise, things get a little crazy and I start thinking I might as well reconcile myself to the fact I'm in a new chapter in life.

Quadriplegics (and anyone with a spinal cord injury, I assume) do not sweat below their level of injury. And when they do sweat at the head, it's not the body cooling itself as we learned in school. It's a serious condition called autonomic dysreflexia (called AD in chat groups) where the blood pressure rises so the brain will know there's a problem somewhere. I guess it's the body's way of circumventing the broken nervous system. Since the nerve endings can't deliver pain warnings, the body tells the brain in other ways.

Bobby's AD kicked into high gear on Friday, and was intermittently giving warnings all weekend. We had already decided Friday night if things weren't better by Sunday night then we were calling the dr who did his colonoscopy to see if they could work him in and check a few things. He not only woke up with a fever Monday morning, but the earliest the dr's nurse could see him was in almost 2 weeks. I told them we couldn't wait that long. So I called his general practitioner, explained what was happening, and he saw us that afternoon. We're still not certain what the exact cause is, but he's on some fairly strong meds that will hopefully knock out the two possibilities we're thinking may be the cause. If by noon tomorrow we're not seeing any improvement, I'll call the urologist's office and see if we can get things rolling there as well. If nothing else, it will help us know what we are/aren't dealing with. I don't want to postpone things and then be stuck in the hospital over the holidays next week.

It was a bit of an emotional relief to listen to a soundtrack for our choir's Thanksgiving song while on hold with the dr's offices.

I come to your house, O Lord, in your presence to abide; to find true peace and quiet rest found only at your side. I come into your house, O Lord, to lift your name on high. I will give you all my worship, O Most High!
I found it neat and interesting how simply praising God for his attributes at a time when I felt like doing anything BUT being thankful made such a difference in my emotions. So my soul is still twirling in circles like the leaves, but it's mostly feeling playful and joyous now instead of turbulent. It is good to give thanks to the Lord!

Monday, November 6, 2017


The month of thankfulness and gratitude...and I'm struggling with it just a tad.

Today I picked stuff from the garden and had time to prep it but not put it up. My brain is screaming "It's November! Die, plants, die!!!" and my grandmother's inner voice is reprimanding me and saying I should be thankful when God provides. And my father-in-law would say in his deep southern voice, "Hard times are coming. You better be prepared." And I remind myself that he lived during the Great Depression and witnessed extremely hard times, so I should listen. But being the lazy, spoiled American that I am, a part of me wants to be irresponsible and just pull it all up and toss it in the compost bin. But then I see another large pile of rabbit poop, and realize that I'm still feeding the wildlife as well. That did NOT make me happy this spring when they demolished most of my garden, but now that my freezer is almost full and there's not as much for them to eat on, it doesn't bother me.

Maybe with the colder weather coming later this week the problem will resolve itself. Or else I might start taking vegetables to church and gifting people. That thought has crossed my mind more than once!!