Tonight before heading upstairs for the last time this day, I prepared the kitchen for the morrow. Filling a few big pyrex bowls: one with raw almonds and another with sunflower seeds for cereal - covering each with a bit of salt and purified water; I set them out to work their magic overnight. Just adjacent to the bowls is another bowl full of soaking einkorn flour for tomorrow's breakfast of zucchini bread and veggie frittatas. Lined up yet beside these was the frozen zucchini to defrost and soaked sourdough flour to make tortillas for tomorrow's dinner. Now, I can go upstairs, prepare to rest, knowing that my meals are somewhat sorted out for the next day.
For our early years of marriage, I was often scrambling after work to try to figure out what to make for dinner. Feeling poorly for me, my husband would suggest we grab a bite to eat out so I would not have to work in the kitchen after teaching all day. That occurred at least a few times every week.
Then came our blessed first child, and the transition out of full time work to me working part-time from home while mainly just caring for our newborn. Though I was at home all day, I would continue to find myself without a plan for dinner at 4 o'clock. I kept a rotation of 3-4 healthy, easy to make suppers, adding little variation from week to week. Boring! I had little creativity and I was constantly reacting instead of acting.
After months of repetition and boredom came schedules- I had a great plan to schedule my meals for a month. I failed! Then I became discouraged. After that I tried making a list of our favorite meals, thinking I could rotate them around and create some variety. This failed as well.
To add to the pain of dreading mealtime, I ended up spending more money reacting to what sounded good for dinner and rushing to the store to buy last minute ingredients. My poor husband and child had a crabby wife and momma most evenings! This was not a recipe for success.
Fast forward to about 7 years of my husband patiently enduring my reacting - in comes the discovery of traditionally preparing food. I was hooked, I was reasonably convinced of the traditional methods of preparing food. No longer could I react at mealtime. I had to prepare ahead to make our food in this way. Overnight, our problem of crabby mom, not knowing what to make for dinner, was eased.
So tonight, as I soaked our nuts, seeds, einkorn, and performed various other duties in preparation for the day ahead, that the Lord might will, I smiled. This is the way things often work for me - learning the hard way. Failing time and time again, but then the Lord is gracious and I see the light.
For meal planning, for steps to better health, one light is traditionally prepared foods.
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A Little Bit About Me
Once a big city dweller, now out in the hills and hollows of middle Tennessee. A child of the sovereign God, a wife to my best friend and incredibly loving man of God, and a humble servant to the Lord being given five of His children to raise, nurture, teach, love, and care for. Besides the Lord, my husband, and family, my loves are a good book, a good meal with friends, Sunday church and fellowship, and writing.