It happened yesterday at four o'clock in the morning as I was attempting to make my hard working husband breakfast. I held the small, fragile, innocent-looking oval object in my hand and barely tapped the edge of a glass bowl. A sound like a twenty-two rifle echoed off the kitchen walls and shot through the house. I wish that I could say that the sound was the only thing that hit the walls, but I can't. The egg exploded with such force that fragments of shell were later found on the dining room floor. And I wish I could say that the slimy green texture that splattered about and needed to be wiped up was the "foulest" part of all, but I can not lie. Accompanying the scary sound and creepy consistency was a treacherous smell, that instantly made me gag. Oh the horror! Oh the
This recipe serves 4, and is more nutritious and delicious than most store bought packages.
2 and half mugs of whole milk (organic is best)
1-1/2 mugs of water
10-12 tablespoons of Olvaltine Chocolate Malt (depending on how chocolaty you want)
whipped cream or tiny marshmallows (your choice)
Grab a heavy duty pot and put on stove, add milk, water, and Olvaltine.
Many people despise winter. They grumble and complain about all of its nuisances. I, personally, like my dad's view of all the ups and downs of every season: "It's better than no weather at all." Even in the bone chilling, snow covered days of winter we can find something for which to be grateful. I am reminded of an event in Thornton Wilder's play Our Town when the heroine is granted one more precious day on earth. Eventually, she can bear her visit no more because she took soooooo much for granted. She laments, ". . . . all that was going on and we never noticed. . . Mama and Papa . . .clocks ticking. . . food and coffee . . . hot baths . . . Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you."
Let's begin tonight to search for the beauty of the winter.
Definitions for "essence" are as follows: The most important ingredient, the basic nature of a thing, the entity that makes a substance what it is. Did you know that even though it is January 3, it is only the ninth day of Christmas? That's right, if we celebrate the twelve days of Christmas we have three more days to enjoy the essence of this beautiful holiday season.
After forty-four Christmas seasons I just found out that the twelve days of Christmas starts on December 25. But even better I discovered the essence of the Twelve Days of Christmas. It goes as follows: Christians made up this song sometime during the 16th century as a secret code to teach their children valuable lessons of their Catholic faith. (The king of England banned all Catholic teachings because of divorce issue. Anyone caught with a writing of Catholic teaching was severely punished or killed. Hence, The Twelve Days of Christmas song was born. My true love = God. A partridge in a pear tree = Jesus. (A mother partridge will pretend to be injured to protect her children.) Two turtle doves =
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Besides The ABC’s of Home Schooling, Laura has been published in Home Education magazine and has written another book, The Life Planner – Discovering Yourself and Achieving Your Goals. Laura lives on a farm in Indiana with her husband, Bryon and their three children whom she has been home schooling for over twelve years.