After a long dry spell, Eliza (age 13) is glad she's got her groove back.
~inspired by The Arrival by Shaun Tan
In a large bowl, I placed 8 cups of almonds and covered them, 2-3 times the amount, with water. I left them on my counter top overnight.
Sprouted almonds don't produce a "tail" or noticeable sprout after soaking. They do swell up, though. See?
I took my almost overflowing bowl over to the sink and dumped them into a colander. I gave them a good rinse, too.
The sprouted almonds are now:
1. Alive at the peak of nutrition, just like a germinated seed is.
2. Activated with enzymes to help them digest even better, making the protein, fat, and minerals easier for the body to assimilate.
3. Allows an increase of the available vitamins, especially the B complex.
4. Some say it lowers the fat content. (But this fat is a good fat.)
5. Ups the pH of the almond, making them even more alkaline for the body. (Almonds are already very alkalizing to the body) And that's a good state for the body to be in.
After soaking and rinsing, I could just put my almonds in the fridge to keep them fresh. (They could mold if I don't.) To crisp them up, but still keep them with all the properties that sprouting provided, I placed them in my dehydrator, set it to 105 degrees F. and let them gently dry out for 12 hours or until fairly crunchy. It's best to store them in the refrigerator at this point (again the mold possibility.)
How to use them? Well, I plan on using them just like I do when they aren't sprouted. I can whiz them up in my blender with water to make almond milk. I can grab a handful for a snack. I can chop them up and add them to just about anything that calls for almonds.
A couple of days ago, I purchased some mini Sprout Master trays, along with some whole oat grouts, ProVita Mix, (a blend of lentils, peas, adzuki, fenugreek, triticale, mung, and wheat) and also some alfalfa seeds. These trays make it really easy. I let the seeds soak in a bowl of water, (specific time for each seed) rinsed them, placed them in the tray, covering and rinsing two times a day (completed sprout stage, again, as indicated with each seed.)
It's been so fun to check on my little babies. To see the progress beginning with the little "tail" sprouts emerging. These will be a great addition to my salad repertoire. The oats will taste good blended into my smoothies or chopped up in a bowl for breakfast. Lots of possibilities abounding here.
I'm excited to implement this practice. Also glad to find a source of fresh, enzyme/vitamin rich food for my family's long term food storage needs.
More experimenting to come!
Keith pounded in the posts about 1 and 1/2 feet apart, with the plants centered down the middle. Then, the paneling was attached with the wire mesh in front of the posts. As the plants get taller, I'll use some thick jute twine to tie some of the larger stems to the paneling for extra support. At the end of the summer, the plants totally fill in the space and reach the height of the paneling or even higher. I like the fact that I can reach in between the "squares" to pick the tomatoes as they ripen. Totally accessible all the way around.
When I saw a sample of this quilt hanging in the quilting store, I fell in love. The color combination and carefree block arrangement were perfect, inspiring. I had it in my heart for as long as I've been a mother to make each of the children a quilt when they leave home. I didn't do that with Gary, but I think there's still time.
I come from a heritage of quilters. My maternal grandmother, Grandma Fay, always had a quilt set up in her "carport" during the summer months. I remember lying in bed when I'd stay at her house and feel that comfortable security and home-love feeling, knowing she was out there. My mom was a quilter. I loved the quilts that were resourcefully made from scraps from the outfits she sewed for us (All 5 girls). They became tied to memories. I especially remember the one we took camping or on picnics, as well the one I "borrowed" for my first time away from home bed.
There's the image of both Grandma Fay and Momo (my paternal Cajun grandmother) with my mom stitching away on my bridal bed quilt, fabric pulled tight on the old quilting frame filling the family room downstairs. I'll never forget when I meandered in, foot loose and fancy free, just a few days before my wedding day. Normal voice talk silenced when seeing me enter, and them all getting those serious looks on their faces, asking me if I had any questions about "marital relations". All I can say is, many interesting and eye opening conversations happen when you get a group of females together this way.
Last month, while browsing the aisles of Costco, I spied this Cuisinart countertop ice cream/frozen yogurt maker. It wouldn't leave my mind. It was calling my name.
It's not like I don't already have your standard, large ice cream maker that seems to make the whole process somewhat of a production with all that ice and rock salt and constant watching. Making homemade ice cream a handful of times throughout the summer has always been something we look forward to. A tradition, if you will. I also like the fact that there aren't any questionable ingredients when you make your own ice cream. Everything pure, simple, and wholesome.
Anyway, this counter top model was a temptation for me. I got sucked into the "available for a limited time only" pressure that I usually ignore while doing my Costco runs, but I knew this little appliance would really make the whole process a lot more convenient. Kind of justified it also with the fact that our traditional model was getting a little beat up and almost on its last leg. (bent can, cracked paddle).
I find myself occasionally picking up a little carton of dairy-free ice cream at the health food store when I know the rest of the family will eat theirs; like on birthdays, holidays, or Sunday nights. I'm amazed at what I pay and I always tell myself, "You know you could make this if you wanted to." It's hard being the only one who doesn't do dairy when rest of the family does and you still want a little dish of ice cream. (Can you tell that I'm talking myself into this, big time?)
Well, I forked out the $39.99, and I don't regret it.
What a sweet and touching experience for me."In an age of heightened interest in the role of women, the Nauvoo garden of sculptures is dedicated to women of the past, present, and future. The statues, which were dedicated in 1976, identify some of the significant dimensions of a woman’s life. The memorial consists of a heroic central sculpture of a woman, enhanced by twelve life-sized figures expressing the widely varied nature of women’s vital roles in society. The display may well be the largest commissioned display of sculpture in the world dedicated to women."
|Woman in Prayer|
|Woman and Her Talents|
|Courtship For Eternity|
|In The Family Circle|
|Preparing Her Son|
|In Her Mother's Footsteps|
|Teaching With Love|