Monthly Archives: October 2016

Hook, Line and Dairy Farming  

 

 

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Painting by Antos Frolka


Charles was quite pleased with himself. This was the third week that Pastor Smith had complimented him on his dairy farm and mentioned his prize bull, Luther, by name.

“I like that Pastor Smith, Henrietta. Can’t believe I waited so long to join you at Sunday Meeting. Why didn’t you tell he was such a nice fellow?”

“Well Charles, I never had very much in common with him, you know. Not that I don’t consider him a wonderful preacher. But you and he? I declare, you two are like long lost brothers!”

“I know what you mean. Amazing isn’t it?”

“Yes Charles, it certainly is amazing!” Henrietta beamed. Just a month previous, Charles wouldn’t have even considered going to church with her. But Pastor Smith changed all that.

“We’re planning a homecoming potluck in a few weeks ladies. Of course I am looking forward to sampling your wonderful cooking.” Pastor Smith smiled. “Be sure to invite your husbands,” he added, directing his attention toward Henrietta and others who came to church alone week after week. “And one more request. I need you to tell me the one thing that makes your husband most proud.”

Henrietta didn’t know if she should feel guilty for being part of such a ruse. “I suppose the end justifies the means,” she thought, “and it was Pastor Smith’s idea after all.” At any rate, she was thrilled to have her husband by her side each week.

Yes, a wise shepherd knows how to gather his flock before they realize they’re being gathered!

Kat ~10 October 2016
(256 Words)

A short story for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge based on the painting, “On the Way to Church” by Antos Frolka.

 


Pumpkin Roll Bars

 

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I am loving the first cool dry day of fall here in sunny Southwest Virginia! Time for baking an annual favorite, Pumpkin Roll Bars!  I found the recipe on Pinterest a few years ago. You can see the original here.

I don’t veer too far from the original except on a few counts. These bars are best served cold so once they’ve cooled, cut them in squares and store in the frig.

Here’s what you’ll need:
Two mixing bowls
One 9 x 13 inch baking pan
Cooking Spray
Electric Mixer


Ingredients
6 tablespoons butter, softened
1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 (15 oz.) can pumpkin
1/4 cup water
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon pumpkin spice
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder

Cream Cheese Filling
8 ounces cream cheese, softened
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 large egg

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. In one bowl, cream the butter, sugars, pumpkin, water, eggs and vanilla on medium speed. Blend in the spices, baking sofa and baking powder. Finally, add the flour a cup at a time blending the cake mixture until smooth. The batter will be thick and paste-like in consistency.

In the second bowl blend the filling ingredients until smooth.


Spray the baking pan with non-stick spray and smooth two-thirds of the batter evenly. Add the filling and spread to the edges forming a second layer. Drop the remaining batter in dollops on top of the cream cheese layer. With a butter knife lightly swirl the dollops into the bottom two layers. (You don’t want to blend completely.)


Bake for 30-35 minutes, or until the center of the cake springs back when touched. Cool completely in pan, then cut into bars. If you have any left, store in the ‘frig. Enjoy!


Ode to a Fallen Leaf on Pavement


ripped from her anchor, seduced by a storm
I grieve for the leaf who’ll never reach home
she’ll perish denied earth’s succor and warmth
ravaged by tempests, then tossed used, alone

I grieve for the leaf who’ll never reach home
trusting, in free fall, death’s promise of rest
ravaged by tempests, then tossed used, alone
left there to wither, exposed and bereft

trusting, in free fall, death’s promise of rest
Gaia groans helpless in empty embrace
left there to wither, exposed and bereft
imprisoned, controlled by walls out of place

Gaia groans helpless in empty embrace
shackled, her freedom to thrive is denied
imprisoned, controlled by walls out of place 
her beautiful wildness quelled and despised

shackled, her freedom to thrive is denied
nature’s perfection, season to season
her beautiful wildness quelled and despised
she must be hushed the haughty will reason

nature’s perfection season to season
she’ll perish denied earth’s succor and warmth
she must be hushed the haughty will reason
ripped from her anchor, seduced by a storm

kat ~ 9 October 2016
(A Pantoum Poem)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 9 October 2016


Weird week. Cyberspace is on fire with inconvenient truths for some and revelations of inconceivable atrocities perpetrated by a man who aspires to lead our nation. From one side of his boastful mouth he mocks us claiming that his words are “just words” and from the other side he claims to speaks for us.

He doesn’t speak for me. And I pray that those who sleep in acquiescence to his vile aspirations and actions will wake up soon…before it’s too late.

That is all I have today. It’s been a weird, sad week. 😔

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 9 October 2016

lines bit by bit
breeze through life
life’s first little death
birthing hope in ecstasy
each moment matters
true service is free
haunting the hopeful
but i have felt them
each creak, each groan tells the tale
truth matters…reason matters…words matter…anything less is just noise
saying, “come on baby, smile…”

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Saturday

I must confess I am a creature of community and I am distressed. We are beset with violence, hatred and the hero worship of dictators, and in my country, the blind following of a monster who uses his wealth and power to objectify and assault women ( and others who are different). Our culture needs a reboot but sadly we are caught in a downward spiral, some of us watch in horror while others of us fall in lockstep  supporting this monster, aka Trump. The magnetic word oracle had someting to say about the latest revelation of his character, or rather I should say, lack of character, this morning…😕

to the chicks of the world
Mr smooth operator dude
is an impressive man’s man
believing he is a hot, rockin’
sexy, life of the party guy
saying, “come on baby, smile…
you know you want this…” 🙁

kat ~ 8 October 2016
(Magnetic Poetry – Mustache Kit)

A magnetic poem for Elusive Trope’s weekly challenge. (Link pending)