summer = rhubarb
I found a recipe for baked/stewed rhubarb over on Orangette a few months ago and the other night I made it.
It’s delicious. And refreshing. And addicting.
Oh yum.
It’s also pretty simple to make, which is a really nice feature right now!
Roasted Rhubarb
2 lb. rhubarb, trimmed and cut into 3-inch lengths
½ cup sugar
½ cup crisp white wine
1 vanilla bean, split (I used about 1/2 tsp of liquid vanilla that I added about 5 minutes before it was done)
Set a rack in the lower third of the oven, and preheat the oven to 350°F.
Put the rhubarb in a Dutch oven or other deep oven-safe pot. Add the sugar, wine, and vanilla bean, and stir to mix. Bake (uncovered) for about 30 minutes, or until very tender, giving the pot a gentle stir about midway through to ensure that the rhubarb cooks evenly.
a summer sunday morning
The tree outside our window.
This blog post by Ann Voskamp spoke to me, especially these lines:
“The most enchanting days never cost a thing, only that you pay attention.
I slow down and open the eyes wide and dig deep into the pocket of me.
I’m thinking now is worth all I have.”
Ian is wearing a romper/faux suit that Mimi gave him at the shower and Emma is wearing a romper that Grammie bought while she was here. They looked so cute!
Emma wanted her picture taken, but wasn’t quite so sure about smiling.
39 weeks
66 degrees (supposed to get to 86) with 91% humidity. And I am hot.
When the humidity here gets over, oh, about 50% I seem to loose my ability to cool down. Maybe because of all the extra fluid in my body?
It’s on mornings like this, where I wake up around 5 already sweating and then try to get back to sleep, that I feel as if I’m going to be pregnant forever. That I’ll always be this hot, this awkward, this big, never give birth, never get to meet our little one face-to-face, count his fingers and smell his sweetness. That those toes will always be jabbing me from the inside and I will never be able to count them.
And then I remember that God said that there is a season for everything. Everything. Even a time for birth (Eccl 3:2). Meaning that this too will come to an end.
And – after a while perhaps – I will miss it.
a Monday at the end of summer
Rain, falling leaves and using up the last of the monster zucchinis from a friend in zucchini bread. Candles, coffee, housework and unpacking from the weekend.
I have been remiss
Well ……………. I haven’t done too well at it recently.
The last time I posted a memory verse was way back in June. There have been some verses memorized since then, I just haven’t signed in or posted them. So I have some catching up to do. Especially considering the fact that it was my one resolution this year!
So here are a few that I memorized this summer (i studied Philippians with a group of women, so some of these were assigned – having a deadline for memorization can be so helpful!):
For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.
phil 1:21
For to you it has been granted for Christ’s sake, not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake.
phil 1:29
But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ.
More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for Whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ.
phil 3:7-8
and the one I am currently working on:
Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.
Titus 2:4-5
great grandpa Throckmorton and Emma
since we’ve been home …
home with Daddy
California family – Emma’s first flight
Emma and I are in CA for a visit. We’ll be here for about a week and a half, and are enjoying meeting the West coast family for the first time!