Tuesday, April 22, 2014

When Home-made comes Un-done

     It was the second batch of yogurt that was in the process of failing. I re-discovered it after I forgot about it two hours before, when my congested son woke up. Now the temperature was all wrong and I had to figure out how to save it. I was not going to waste all that milk if I could help it. 

     A few days later I discovered some soup stock I had made that never arrived at its destination, the freezer. Now it was spoiled and had to be thrown out. The wasted vegetables and effort broke my heart.

     Neither of these were as bad as the day Little Mister's therapist asked the most dreaded question on earth. 

"Can I use your bathroom?"

      Ugh, the bathroom! That room I had been trying to clean for ages and couldn't ever manage so much as a wipe down. What could I say? No, I'm sorry, the health department is conducting an investigation in there to see if it is the source of an outbreak? No, it's filthy? No, please don't put me in this awkward position? I can't just say no. 

      I wanted to jump up, run into the bathroom  and grab a sponge, but I was wearing an old skirt with a worn out elastic waist that I don't have time to replace right now. It would have dropped to my knees with too much sudden movement. There's no time to explain both the dirty house and the worn out elastic.

     "Monica! Don't you start cleaning in there!" she yelled as I began a fast tidying up. No worries, lady, I felt like saying. I can't get to this thing for the life of me and it's not going to happen today, either. 

      I silently prayed for room. Room for something more, room to breathe, and just one clean room. I'm not asking for storage space, just room.

      Then, Easter was upon us. Hope, resurrection, new life. My grandmother's violets bloomed spectacularly in the garden, and those same four stubborn tulips that I planted our first winter here came back to greet me. I walked out into the sun and breathed and found room. The room looked nothing like I thought, but it was so much bigger, the size of the whole natural world. 

In my Father's house there are many rooms. 

Oh, I see it with new eyes. Thank you for showing me. 

For Easter we had a large family gathering and I brought corn pudding. This isn't my favorite corn pudding recipe, but it is my favorite gluten free corn pudding, which was important for this event. It was very easy to make and everyone loved it. I tripled this recipe, but here is the original, which serves 8:

5 eggs
1/3 cup melted butter
1/4 cup white sugar
1/2 cup milk 
4 Tablespoons cornstarch
1 can whole kernel corn
2 cans cream style corn

Preheat oven to 400 and grease a 2 quart casserole dish. In a mixer, lightly beat eggs. Add melted butter, sugar, and milk. Whisk in cornstarch. Stir in corn and creamed corn. Season with salt and pepper. I also added a pinch of cayenne pepper. Blend well. Pour mixture into prepared casserole dish. Bake for one hour.


  1. Oh, dear Monica. I know I'm not in your shoes, but my heart goes out to you! I will be lifting you up in prayer. I know you're not looking for a pity party, and I'm not throwing one. ;) I appreciate your candidness, and the way you always end up pointing to the Lord. Still praying, though!

    1. Oh no, Renee, no pity party at all. That would be even worse. :) Thank you for your prayers.

  2. I love your perspective of life, of chaos. There really is a bright spot in everything or almost everything.

  3. More time in the spring outdoors sounds like it is just right for you. We are all too hard on ourselves. Take care Monica.

  4. Its wonderful how the Lord helps us to see through " different " eyes in all the right places at just the right time....your recipe sounds wonderful my friend...blessings

  5. Well now, how on earth have I missed that you have started back blogging again??? Maybe its due to me having lapses myself in blogland hmmmmm.
    Big Hugs, Sharm
    www.countryfragrance.blogspot.com and www.the7pillarshome.blogspot.com

  6. I always enjoy your writing, Monica. You're very frank (read "refreshing"). One needn't put on airs around you, I think.

    Thank you for that.

    1. Thanks Rhonda, and yes, no airs only heirs.


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