Monthly Archives: June 2023

Recipes | Plum Ice Cream

Posted on by under Recipes

Nothing says summer better than a bowl of the best, creamiest homemade ice cream! Usually I make peach ice cream, but I decided to use some of the plum pie filling I had canned this past fall, and the result was fantastic.

We were gifted a Cuisinart ice cream maker for our wedding, one of those random gifts that took us completely by surprise, and we have loved it! It is extremely simple to use, and the recipes are easy to modify. The mixing bowl just lives in our freezer to be used whenever desired, or it takes about 24 hours for the bowl to freeze before use, the recipes mix up in about 5 minutes and chill in the fridge for a few hours, and the ice cream itself is made in about a half an hour of mixing and freezing. Basically, it is just an easy and fun way to serve up desert for a group, without heating the house up on a hot day! This recipe is based off a Cuisinart recipe.

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups plums or fruit from plum pie filling, pureed or chopped

3/4 cup whole milk (or half-and-half)

1/3 cup sugar

pinch of salt

1 1/2 cups heavy cream

A generous splash of vanilla

Directions:

Combine milk or half-and-half, sugar, and salt in a bowl and whisk until the sugar is dissolved. Puree the fruit in a blender, and add to the bowl, along with the cream and vanilla. Stir well, and refrigerated for at least two hours.

When chilled, pour into ice cream maker mixing bowl and follow manufacturer instructions.

Serve immediately when desired consistency is reached, or freeze for a harder ice cream.

Notes:

I mostly used the fruit from the canned pie filling, leaving the syrup behind, which happens to make excellent ice cream topping…Since there is sugar in the pie filling, and because I like things less sweet anyway, I cut the sugar back to 1/3 of a cup instead the 2/3 of a cup the original recipe calls for. If you use fresh plums, you might want to use the full amount of sugar. My original recipe also calls for whole milk, but I like using half-and-half instead, or at least adding some half-and-half to the whole milk for some extra creaminess (if I’m going to indulge in dessert, it might as well be extra creamy and extra good!).

Enjoy!

Madcap Days of Summer

Posted on by under Agriculture and Ranching, country life, gardening

It has all been a madcap whirl and a wild rush! There’s a lull, right after calving and branding, a lull that lasts about a week and a half or two weeks, and then the summer kicks into high gear. In some ways, we’re less busy than ever. Oh, that’s not correct. We’re busier than ever. But it is an easier busy? Really, it just doesn’t stop.

It is the whirl and rush of the normal rhythm of a longer day, longer at both ends, with a list that seems to grow to fill the length of the day.

It’s a morning run, accompanied by three black-and-whites, the sun on my shoulders, sweat trickling, mud flying, puddles splashing, pups hurtling around and easily going twice my distance.

It is the whirling rhythm of keeping a house and a home, the pleasant and never-ending tasks of being a wife and a homemaker, laundry and bread baking and the endless satisfying work of tending a thriving garden and greenhouse and a flock of chickens.

It is the satisfaction of once again eating meals fully produced on our ranch, as the garden has begun to produce plentifully!

It’s the roadside meetings for an egg delivery at random times of the day – I love having more than enough and being able to share what we have with family and friends!

It’s the uncanny feeling of drifting through a sea of grass, when can’t see the tires much less the ground in front of you on the ATV. What a change from last year.

It is the laughter while watching the dogs learn to navigate grass this tall. Roughly two normal bounds and then a vertical jump to see over the grass, then two normal bounds and a vertical jump.

It is the smile ear to ear of seeing pups become cow dogs, of watching their instincts emerge and blossom, of learning to work with a little partner.

It is the odd projects and tasks that come up throughout the week, the spontaneous mornings moving cows, or the fun work of vaccinating yearlings.

It is covering country horseback in the cool of a summer morning.

It is the joy of seeing a beloved bed of flowers grow and bloom in a shifting, changing pool of color, humming with bees.

It is the color brought into the home, of fresh-cut, homegrown flowers.

It is the perfume of the alfalfa, and the heavy fragrance of fresh-cut hay.

It is the amazing sigh of relief, seeing bales – and bales and bales – in hayfields that produced next to nothing last year.

It is the irony of being stalled in putting up hay because of too much rain (too much?), but you won’t hear us complain about the moisture! It is the comedy of talking about finishing haying in the next few days, and seeing the forecast for nothing but rain, rain, and more rain.

It is the elation of counting inches in the rain gauge, yet the surge of worry that turns into a prayer at the sound of the first hailstone hitting the roof. God has graciously spared us from destructive hail but has given us beautiful storm after beautiful storm, already bringing more rain than we had all of last year put together.

It is the ever-changing bouquet in nature’s garden, marking time with the blooming of the flowers. The wild roses are already starting to fade. The spiderwort has been blooming for weeks. Yarrow is here for the duration. But it is sunflower and purple coneflower season now.

The sweet cumulative hours, sometimes quick, sometimes slow, spent over coffee, with husband, in-laws, or my mom – such an important tradition.

It is all a whirl and a rush!

We try to slow down, we do. We try to enjoy a walk in the evening when the light is golden, and savor this time, the warmth, the sun, the rain, the clouds, the everything that makes this summer a wonderful summer. Because in a few months, we’ll already be looking back wistfully at these madcap summer days.

Storms

Posted on by under country life, Photography

“Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain
    and a way for the thunderbolt?? ~Job 38:25

So much power is in the sky. The clouds were awesome and wild over this old barn, its aged and greying wood, boarded up windows, tumbling cinderblocks, crumbling foundation, and chipping paint speaking to the myriad of storms this piece of history has weathered. Yet still it stands.

We humans are so small, such a small part of this world we live in. Watching a storm roll in is a pretty stark reminder of just how small we really are, and how fearful and powerful our God is.

Behold, God is great, and we know him not;
    the number of his years is unsearchable.
For he draws up the drops of water;
    they distill his mist in rain,
which the skies pour down
    and drop on mankind abundantly.
Can anyone understand the spreading of the clouds,
    the thunderings of his pavilion?
Behold, he scatters his lightning about him
    and covers the roots of the sea. ~Job 36:26-30

Wonder at the storms, marvel at them. Then turn and worship the God who created it all.

In the Coop | Guilty

Posted on by under Agriculture and Ranching, country life

I keep the girls locked up in the morning, partly because I don’t feel like scouring all over for wayward eggs, partly to give them a break from the overzealous boys, Bernard in particular. But when I finally fling open the run door and let them free, they gleefully scatter.

We were just doing odds and ends around the yard and I had a stack of old lick tubs to take to the barn. I set my load down to open the barn door and heard some suspicious noises from inside, and this is what I found:

Brad had just brought a few tubs of grain down from up north. The girls didn’t waste any time! They had sneaked in the back door, which was just open a crack, and definitely looked a little guilty. Emphasis on “a little.”

Tickled Plum to Death

Posted on by under country life, Writing

Just before church started this morning, as I was getting my piano music all lined out for service, a gal from church came up to me. “I just had to tell you how much I enjoyed your article in MaryJane’s Farm.”

Well, how fun is that! I mean, sure, obviously a lot of people read MaryJane’s Farm, but surely no one I know does!

Shortly after we moved to South Dakota, I wrote an article for MaryJane’s Farm, a magazine for women and by women, related to all things gardening and home-building and simple, country living. It really is a lovely magazine, and one I’ve read on and off for a number of years. I wrote another article for the magazine earlier this year, and it hit newsstands in early May. So you’d better hurry up and get your copy if you want to read this fine piece of literature!

It seems fitting somehow that the theme of the first magazine was “Home is Where the Heart Is,” and my article reflected on God bringing my family to South Dakota, and the theme of this magazine is “Coming Home,” and my article reflected on God’s kindness in providing a husband. Looking back over the years in between those two articles, it just amazes me and fills me with a smile to see what God has done!

It just tickles me plum to death.

The Men Who Made Us

Posted on by under country life, gratitude, Writing

Hear, O sons, a father’s instruction, and be attentive, that you may gain insight. ~Proverbs 4:1

We learn the foundations of life from them – Our work ethics, how to interact in the world, how to treat people, how to be the people God made us to be. We follow their examples. In relationships. In work. In spiritual and faith matters. We learn life skills, of all sorts. We learn our sense of humor from them. We learn how to shrug off a skinned knee or hurt feelings, how to stand up tall and stand our ground. Boys learn about manhood how to treat women by how their fathers treat their mothers. Girls learn about womanhood and how they should be treated as women, by watching how their fathers treat their mothers. We share their genetics. Physical characteristics. Personality traits.

There are two important fathers in my life, men who have played important roles in my life over the years, and who have, through their examples and leadership and faith and decisions, contributed to the life I feel so blessed to be living. My father, and my father-in-law.

Like many a father does, like a good father will, my dad set my standard in so many ways – He was the dad, the best dad. He was the way a father ought to be. The way a husband ought to be. I think of the things I learned from my dad – My view of the world, my love of Jesus, my entrepreneur-spirit, that it is okay to change directions in life, how to follow God even when what He is asking of us makes no sense to the people around us. How to do what is right even when everything in you and around you is rebelling against it. That there are so many things more important in life than what others think of us, or how padded our bank accounts are. I learned my love of the outdoors. My love of politics and theology. My love of photography, even. In a lot of ways, I can thank my dad for the husband I ended up marrying. Dad’s example of Godly manhood shaped and influenced what I knew to look for in a husband, the things that were important to me. Kindness. Humility. A genuine and abiding love for Christ. A willingness to learn and grow and change. A desire to lead.

But my thankfulness doesn’t stop with my dad. Not only have I been blessed with a Godly and strong father, God has also blessed me with a great father-in-law. I am also so thankful for the man who shaped and molded my now husband as a boy and a younger man, who has served as a primary example to my husband of how a faithful husband and father should act, how to be a leader in the community and church, and a man of strength and resilience. I’m thankful for his kind spirit and his willingness to teach. Incidentally, he was the first person to come alongside me the first day I showed up to a fire department training and start showing me the ropes. Little did I think that five years later he’d be my father-in-law!

Dad, I’m so thankful to be your daughter! Dave, I’m thankful to be your daughter-in-law! For the roles you’ve played in my life, for your faith in God and your faithfulness to the things He has given you. Both of you, for your kindness and care for the people around you. For being Godly men, men of character and integrity.

Happy Father’s Day!