A poem that I wrote

I wrote a poem for the last church mailing and wanted to have it somewhere on the web site, so here it is.

Absurdist Christian

Me and my shadow ... .

Me falling.
Me caught.
Me waiting.

Choosing to sing
praises to God.

Unable to feel the terror
of the time,
and of the place.

Dangling.
Sometimes content.

Corns that don't hurt

There are the corns that make your feet hurt, and there are the corns that make your tummy glad. This about the latter.

We got a tortilla press back awhile but haven't used it yes, but I found a simple recipe on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tortilla) and we will be trying it out soon.

I still have some red spy apples waiting to be made into juice, sauce, and apple butter. That will be the last of the canning for this season, unless I put some garlic cloves in white wine and store in the refrigerator.

This is the recipe I use for making apple butter (in a slow cooker):

http://www.pickyourown.org/applebutter.htm

We continue with the 100-mile diet and have almost totally switched from shopping at Wegmans in favor of the Lexington Co-0p, which may cost a bit more but has food we can eat without qualms, and the checkers are actually friendly. Consistently. That's huge, in my book. Handing my money to someone who could care less does not make my day. And I am not talking about Wegmans here as much as most places where I shop.

Heard on the radio this morning that Wegmans will be stopping sales of tobacco. That is wonderful. So we will still buy a few things there.