I’m smiling at how things change in life… and how, in a mind-boggling way, they really don’t change all that much at all. As I reached for a pot for making farina this morning, I smiled as I recalled how I delighted in putting the whole set of my new pots and pans in the draw beneath the stove. That was a long time ago. I delighted in that matching set, all neatly nestled in that drawer. But I didn’t get a pot from that drawer this morning. None of our pots fit in that drawer anymore. I got out the pot that I used to use to make large ~wink~ pots of soup for our little family. Those were the days I would buy Cream of Wheat in boxes at the grocery store and the boxes would last a week or two ― then later in “bulk” from Manna Mills when it was still called Natural Foods Warehouse in Mountlake Terrace. (I think the original name drew too many negative conclusions). The “granola types” shopped there and a myriad of other hippie, Birkenstock-wearing shoppers. I was teetering on the line of being one of them. My own Birkenstocks were the first dead giveaway. Well, then, the site sort of ran the gamut of being too “new-age” for me and I found another source (Azure Standard) for bulk foods. We rarely, but occasionally, stop in at Manna Mills for specific things. Especially when I miss “Azure day.”
Yesterday Wes came home with stuff from Manna Mills… as, regrettably, I’d missed the Azure ordering deadline this month. I could tell by the squeals of delight that there were not a few children delighted by the consequence of my lapse in memory. They don’t like the farina from Azure…it’s coarse. Really coarse. They like the soft white farina from Manna Mills… the kind we *always* used to eat. (Until we didn’t like hot cereal every day???)
So this morning I got out a pot (not from the drawer) and made a large amount of farina. Hooray! Hooray! was the sound of the breakfast crowd. Had I known it would be this easy, I would have asked Wes to stop there earlier—years earlier— for it has been *years* since we bought the soft, creamy farina. Everyone loved it… had seconds even. The grandchildren loved it too. (They had spent the night) It was unanimous! Never buy farina from Azure again. Unless, of course, they start carrying the soft white…
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Thank you. I had no idea you even read my blog! I do love the encouragement and confirmation I find, here especially. Your statement that “this is not a game of competition, but a life of encouragement” is so true….. I wish more gals could realize that a so that we could enjoy the journey together.
You are such an encouragement to me. I so appreciate your careful attention to improving your skills, your continued dedication to your family and homemaking. It’s interesting… as one sister makes an improvement, many others are spurred on to the same or similar activities and accomplishments. In this we see we are sisters and not competitors—this is not a game of competition, but a life of encouragement. Thank you for encouraging me and others along the way. Just spending some time with you as you blog (Copper’s Wife) your days—what an inspiration to “do the things we used to do!”
I’ll write more about this later.
Aaahhhh….uisng the BIG pot for farina, oatmeal, or whatever. I know that my BIG pot, for my much smaller than your family, isn’t as big as yours; but it’s such a wonderful feeling to pull out my BIG pot to cook a hot and hearty breakfast for my family. We will treasure these days of the ‘BIG’ pots while they last, eh?
I, too, have been guilty in persisting to buy the wrong kind of something – lately it’s been wheat. Trying to keep the food budget down, trying to cut back on shipping charges, etc. The fact is, the hard red just doesn’t make the same sort of yummy bread as the Golden 86, at least not in my family’s opinion. Like you and your farina, I will, from here on out, only buy Golden 86 wheat!