Farmers Market Meal

Day #43

“Fresh berry time is April. The order of appearance is strawberries, gooseberries, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, and then, loganberries.”

Good Housekeeping’s Guide to Homemaking, 1956

I enjoyed some fresh berry time today… not only fresh berries but freshly picked tomatoes, cucumbers, okra, and more. I did not have to work in the garden – I just went to the McDonough Farmers Market near Heritage Park, and found some home-grown goodness at extremely low prices.

My goal today was to make an all veggie meal. As I was reading my home economics book from the 1950′s, I noticed a lot of references to “steak on Saturday” or “fish on Friday,” and I realized that families ate a lot of meatless meals. So, I told Clay we were going to have a few veggie meals. Of course, his supportive response was, “What? Noooo.”

But I think he may have changed his mind today. We at a meal of:

- Buttered Corn
- Locally grown Tomatoes
- Brown Rice
- Kidney Beans
- Italian Salad
- Juicy Blackberries
- Sweet Potato Bread

It is amazing how much better local fruits and vegetables taste, too. The blackberries alone made me want to sell my house and move to a farm. And as an added bonus, the meal costs less than $20 and we probably have enough left over to eat it for three additional meals. It’s cheap, easy, delicious, and healthy. Perfect!

I am sold on the McDonough Farmers Market. It’s open every Thursday in the summer from 2:00 PM until 6:00 PM at Heritage Park. Is anyone else a fan of their local farmers market?

 

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Sew Much Fun

Day #42

“Sewing can be a source of considerable pleasure.”

Good Housekeeping’s Guide to Homemaking, 1956

If I would have read this quote before today, I would have laughed. Now, I just nod my head in agreement. Sewing TRULY is a source of pleasure.

However, I should clarify that I never did put my “pedal to the metal,” as Claudia said. I did not sew any of the bedding today. Claudia, Kellye, and I worked all day yesterday and half the day today, and I stayed focused on my tasks of cutting, ironing, and running errands. I left the actual sewing to the pros. But still, I was on the team. I was more like the waterboy who still gets a state championship ring. He did not step out onto the court, but he helped in his own special way, and he still enjoys the victory just as much.

It is impossible to overestimate the pride I feel in the bedding we made today. I took it home and placed it in the nursery, and I keep walking into the room to look at it. I asked Clay if we could just sleep in the nursery tonight to be close to the masterpiece.

There is just something about watching each step of this process, and even though I didn’t always understand what Kellye and Claudia were saying, I was still there to witness the transformation of the fabric into bedding. After today, I will not take for granted little things like…

- A straight hem
- Evenly-stuffed pillows
- Hidden hemming

Also, I can appreciate the amount of math, skill, patience, and planning goes into each sewn item. Before Claudia answered the phone today by saying, “Claudia’s sweat shop,” she and Kellye were deep into major algebraic equations. I think I heard them use the Pythagorean theorem as they were trying to determine how many ties could be cut from one yard of fabric. I am sure these girls could work for NASA after hearing their calculations. If the space shuttle needs some new window treatments, Kellye and Claudia could totally do it.

I wish I could show you the final product, but we still need to finish two of the four bumpers before we place everything on the crib. But for now, here is a picture of everything that is done.

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Homemaking is Hard to Do

Day #2 - June 8, 2010

“Isn’t it easy to assure your family of all the essentials of a sound diet
and at the same time serve them mouthwatering meals?”
page 159 of Good Housekeeping’s Guide to Successful Homemaking

“I could run a marathon…if I wanted to.” I said that after seeing that Oprah ran her marathon.

“I could save more of my paycheck… if I wanted to.” We all say that.

“I could be a 1950′s Wife…if I wanted to.” I have always thought that.

Deep down, I really believed that I could do this, if I wanted to. I just never wanted to. I never wanted to cook a the perfect meal or set the perfect table, but I assumed I could. I was like that kid in my class who wouldn’t do the assignment because he thinks it’s too easy… but as the teacher, I KNOW he can’t do it. I was THAT KID…until now.

Now I know… it’s not easy!

I have a newfound respect for any person who is able to make a meal gorgeous and delicious. I follow blogs of women who seem to prepare meals with ease. Carey, in Florida, is one. Dining at her house is always a pleasure, and she makes it look so easy. Erica, here in Georgia, is another. When I get to eat with her, every detail is well-planned so dinner guests feel special and at relaxed.

After two days, and four less-than-average meals, I now know that their meal preparation is like gymnastics. When I watch gymnastics on television, those little girls bounce around the mat and make a round-off, backhandspring, double-back look like strolling down the street. But everyone knows that they make it look easy after spending hours upon hours in the gym. They train, practice, and listen to coaches. They visualize their routines and take their events seriously. Even though dinner time is not a tumbling routine, it still takes just as much hard work and practice.

Today, I didn’t really prepare enough, and it showed. If I would have actually lived in the 1950′s, we would have starved.

Mistake tally so far today: 6
1. I did not know that steel cut oats take THIRTY minutes to cook. So, I had to use instant.
2. I did not realize our potatoes had started growing little baby potatoes, so I had to throw those out.
3. I should have marinated the chicken last night, not two hours before dinner.
4. Collard greens need to cook in something other than water and Italian seasoning, but at least they were healthy.
5. When a recipe calls for a specific size pan, I should follow it. My strawberry salad was tasty, but not beautiful.

 

Our relaxing dinner outside tonight. It wasn’t perfect, but we enjoyed ourselves!

This plate doesn’t look like Southern Living, but Clay thought it was nice!

After five minutes, we moved the meal inside because it was freakin’ hot outside. But isn’t it a lovely picture? I guess that moves my mistake tally to seven. But who’s counting?

Tomorrow should be interesting. I am learning to make blueberry pie with homemade crust! I’m so excited to have HELP. I need it! If any of you make special homemade treats, let me know and I will buy all the ingredients and come over to your house for a lesson. I will even wear my heels and pearls and apron :)

This picture is for Mom in High Heels!

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Goodbye Tennis Shoes

I don’t know why I am so nervous. Tomorrow is the beginning of the fifty days, and I have already set the table for breakfast. I keep worrying.

What if I oversleep?

What if Clay doesn’t like his lunch?

What if I’m too exhausted to clean everything?

I need to chill. This is homemaking, not rocket science. No matter what, it will be a drastic improvement from anything Clay has experienced since we got married.

I am also worried that today is my last day of freedom, last day of tennis shoes, last day of Starbucks. Tomorrow, I trade in my jogging shorts for a ruffled skirt. I trade in fast food for homemade jam. And of course, I trade in my fake jewelry for pearls.

From now until July 26, 2010, I will strictly follow Good Housekeeping’s Guide to Successful Homemaking. It was published in 1956, and contains sentences like, “With all the poll-taking and statistics that we in engage in at present, probably nobody has ever measure the vaule to the entire family of a well-run house.”

I will try to measure it. Maybe Clay can weigh it. We will get back to you in fifty days.

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