Viola Horse and Colt Show

Friday and Saturday was the 81st annual Viola Horse and Colt Show. Friday night I took Buddy and Puddi to the truck and tractor pull. Yep, we were the dorky ones with HUGE hearing protection. But hey, at least our ears won’t be ringing until next year’s tractor pull.  Saturday, we got EVERYONE bundled up and out the door to walk over to the horse pull.


Man, those are some BIG horsies.


The kids LOVED it.  At least most of them….Tyker really didn’t care either way.


boys will be……


 I guess he got a little too rough & tumble while wrestling with Dad.  Look how happy he looks, even with that big lip and swollen gums.

The Bread that WOULDN’T die

So, I have this recipe for bread.  I found it on the internet.  It calls for 300mL of this and 500g of that.  Well…I decided to unmetricize Americanize the recipe.  And then I realized that is kind of difficult given that “g” is a measure of weight and I measure flour by volume.  Oh boy, this is gonna be fun!

here is the RECIPE.  We’re talking 6 ingredients, 1 rise homemade yumminess:

500 g all-purpose flour (or substitute up to 125 g mixed grain or whole wheat flour)
1 packet (7 g) yeast
1 tsp granulated sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 Tbsp oil
300 ml warm water

In a large bowl mix together the dry ingredients. Make a large well in the dry ingredients and pour in the water and oil. Mix together until you have a shaggy dough.

Turn the dough onto a floured surface and knead for 7 to 10 minutes, until the dough is smooth and elastic. Shape and ease the dough into a 2-lb loaf tin and cover loosely. Let rise until doubled in size, about 45 minutes to an hour.

Preheat the oven to 200 C / 400 F. Once risen, bake for about 30 to 35 minutes, until the bottom sounds hollow when tapped.
Cool on a wire rack.

Well, at least my liquid Pyrex measuring cup is marked in mL.

So I fill it up with 300 mL warm water and dump it in my bread machine bowl.  Then I add 2 1/4 ish tsp. of yeast (because I buy my yeast in bulk and that is the equivalent of one yeast pkg), and the sugar….letting it get all “yeasty-like”….

then I add the oil and the flour (500 g of flour—2 cups?  3?  maybe 5?  I have no idea) and 1 1/2 t salt (~or wait, did I already add salt??  Oh no, I did.  whoops. We’ll just call ‘er 3 tsp of salt.  oh well.)  [note: just like sugar causes yeast to grow, salt causes it to STOP growing]  So…then I turned on the bread machine to do the dirty work for me.  And the 2 cups of flour doesn’t seem to be cutting it.  I attempt to “gradually” add up to 1 more cup of flour–DUMP!!!  it was clumped and about a heaping cup landed in there. (doh!)  It just gets worse.

I was supposed to take the bread OUT of the bread machine after kneading and let it rise ONE time in the pan.  Well…..I forgot that step.  It grew and grew and grew …in the bread machine.  (oof!)  So, now I have to dig the dough out of the bread machine and then dig the crazy little stir thing out of the dough and now the dough is F – L – A – T.  Second rise?  anyone?  Sure, Why not?

After a semi-useless 2nd rise, I throw the loaf in the oven at 350° for 35 minutes.  When the timer beeped, I went to take the bread out and it wasn’t done.  grr…directions call for 400° oven.  I’ll just turn up the heat and leave it in there for another  5 minutes or so.  [define “or so”  whoops!  totally forgot to set a timer.  ….15 minutes later……]

Perfection.  Wow, this stuff is AMAZING!  I don’t think I could kill it even if I tried.  And trust me, I gave it my best shot.

4:42 p.m.

Up close!

ed Note:  I had NOTHING to do with this.  I walked outside one afternoon to find the horsey in the doghouse “barn,” along with a small pile of hay and the gate closed.  Those kids….what imaginations they have.

Oh, YES, I did!!

In response to the exclamation, “Oh, NO, you didn’t?!,”  I have to say, “Actually, I did.”  For the last couple of days, I have been feeling really domestic.  I mean, “scrap the dishwasher” domestic.  (No, I didn’t throw out my dishwasher, but I did do TONS of dishes by hand….just for fun!)  Wow, was that ever scary!  Anyhow, it continues.  I am in LOVE with domesticity this week.  I made homemade granola.  What else can you do with homemade granola, butoh yeah, S’MORES GRANOLA BARS!!! (recipe to come) ~yum.~

And then…I decided to whip up some failproof bread.  I mean, this stuff is amazing.  I CAN’T kill it.  Trust me, I tried.  (you can find that story here) It turned out wonderful.  So, I made some more, and then some more so that I could remember to take a picture.

Fresh out of the oven.

After dinner tonight, I went out to the garden to see what I could find.  Tomatoes, more tomatoes, a jalapeño, a green bell pepper, some onion, some garlic, a tick of cumin…are you following where I’m headed?  You’re right!

Homemade SALSA!!!

I also dehydrated tons of apple slices and bananas for Ben’s lunches.  The kids love those.  “Whew!” I think I’m tired.

at least it wasn’t a snake.

This morning, I had to make a mad dash to the bank while Ben was in the shower getting ready for work since we still only have the one vehicle.  After a quick trip into town and back I pulled in the driveway to be greeted cheerfully.  Puddi was out in the chilly morning air in a tank top and shorts.  (oof!  that girl.)  I got her corralled into the house and asked Ben (who was still in the bathroom getting ready)  if he told her she could go out.  “Nope.”  Oh well, she’s in now.  Sooo….about an hour later, I notice this:My Puddi has a LARGE bulge on her right leg.  Is it a bruise?  Nope.  Is it a lump? Not quite.  Is it a pocket full of something?  Sure enough.  So, I take a peek inside.

What is that?  Well, it’s quite lumpy and a little damp.  Hmmmm……

Oh, yes, ALL of these were in that one tiny little pocket of hers.

I’m thankful for these things:

  1. At least it wasn’t a snake, or turtle, or frog, or something alive (or dead).
  2. I found it before she sat on the couch, floor, etc., and rolled around squishing it ALL over.
  3. I didn’t put it through the wash.  (oy vey!)
  4. She didn’t protest (much) when I took them away.
  5. God has given me a sense of humor enough to see this as funny and to take joy in the little mishaps of life.

Thank you, God, for the fun that I can have with my kids!!


To begin, I must apologize.  I woke up yesterday (Friday) fully intending to post a “PhotoOp.”  I took the picture at 7:07 and ran up to the computer at 7:30 to upload and post.  The computer wouldn’t recognize the camera.  grr….  I tweaked this and tweaked that and tweaked this again and fiddled with the other thing a time or two.  Then I gave up.   After Ben got home (way after actually,  more like: when we were headed to bed), I asked him if he knew why the computer wasn’t recognizing the camera.  “Yeah, the USB hub thingy is on the fritz.  Just use the port on the actual computer.”  So, I jumped on this morning and voila! We’re in business.  “Thank you, Ben!”  Now, back to my photoOp.


The newest teacher at Cornerstone Christian Academy.  He’s teaching science, geography, apologetics, and P.E.  Here he is, coffee cup in hand with breakfast sandwich to boot.  And to answer the question on his face: “Oh, yes, I did just take a picture to post on my blog.”  This is…..

Mr. Marx