Our basket has been put together and blessed, in preparation for tomorrow, when we enjoy the contents as part of our Easter celebrations.
Our traditional Easter baskets were one of my favourite things, when I was a kid. I loved our Easter celebrations more than Christmas – plus, I usually have my own tiny basket for blessing, too!
Everything in the basket has symbolic meaning. Along with the Polish traditional items, we’ve added a few of our own, over the years.
The most important part of the basket is the bread, which represents the Body of Christ. Many people use a paska, or babka, bread, made with saffron and raisins. We’ve made braided breads similar to challah, or purchased a rustic loaf of some kind. During blessings at church, I’ve seen people with nothing but a loaf of rye bread in their basket. It’s the one thing no Easter basket would be without! This year, we made a simple, overnight bread.
Of course, there are eggs, which represent resurrection and rebirth. They can be elaborately decorated pysanki, with the designs also having symbolic meaning, plain coloured or shelled. In our basket, we have shelled eggs that were pickled in the liquid from pickled beets, a soy sauce brine and turmeric. You can tell by the colours, which is which! We also have kraszanki (kra-shan-kee); eggs boiled with onion skins. Plus we added some little chocolate eggs.
The sausage represents God’s favour and generosity, while the ham represents great joy and abundance.
Salt (we used truffle salt this time, simply because we had some) represents prosperity, justice, and is a reminded that we are to be the “salt of the earth”.
Butter (I made a parsley butter this time) reminds us of the good will of Christ, which we should also hold towards all.
Cheese (we have a cheese ball, this time) represents moderation.
Other traditional items include horseradish (ours is still frozen in the ground), which represents the bitter Passion of the Christ. It is often shredded and mixed with beet juice to make ćwikla (chveek-la or chveek-wa) symbolizing the Blood of Christ, and bacon, representing God’s overabundant generosity and mercy.
This time, we have a little jar of apple cider vinegar, though we’ve used many other types of vinegar over the years. This represents the vinegar, or sour wine, that was given to Jesus just before he died on the cross, and represents judgement, purification, humility and redemption.
Some years, we also include olives and olive oil, both of which figured prominently in the culture of the time (still does, in some places). The olive represents peace, beauty, prosperity and the relationship between God and His people. In the Bible, the olive tree itself represented Israel and its people. I actually did get olives for the basket, but forgot about them when we put it together, but they will be included tomorrow.
Heading out to do my morning rounds, I was happy to see the cat with the messed up eye curled up in the cat bed under the heat lamp again. Unfortunately, the garbage can in there got knocked down again, and he didn’t like me picking it up and cleaning around him much, so he moved away. Not far, though. In fact, I had to push him aside to be able to open the doors to go outside!
Because he moves so slowly, I was able to pet his back a few times. Then, when I was finishing up and going through the sun room to go back inside, I found him like this.
I’m happy to see him cuddling with the tabby. He actually seemed to be shaking a bit, as if cold. Definitely not a well cat.
I did get a good look at his face today, though. I was concerned that both eyes were troublesome, but the other eye is a bright and clear golden colour. The messed up eye’s inner eyelids seem to be swollen, so I could only see part of it.
I counted 30 cats in the yard this morning. While feeding them on the cat house roof, I even got to pet one of the tuxedos! I had the usual cats pushing in for attention, and he seemed quite curious about the whole thing. I got to pet him a few times, and he didn’t seem to be sure what to make of it! I even got to pet Caramel a bit, though she’s one that turns around and starts batting at my hand – claws out! – even as she comes closer instead of running away. A bit like how Rolando Moon will come in for pets, then turn around and try to bite or claw the hand the pets her!
After all the outside stuff was done, I got a loaf of bread for our Easter basket baking. I’m trying a new recipe for overnight, no-knead bread. It’s pretty basic; flour, yeast and water, with optional salt and sugar (I used both salt and sugar). I mixed the dough up late last night, then left it the oven to proof overnight. I prewarmed the oven before putting it in, just enough to make it not-cold. This morning, it was all nice and fluffy. It got scraped down and shaped into a round loaf, which got baked in a parchment paper lined cast iron pan. I also had a pan with water in it, on the lower rack, to add steam to the oven. The recipe said to bake at 425F for 30 minutes, or until golden brown. I ended up adding an extra 15 minutes!
So that is now cooling in the cat free zone.
While tending the seed starts and turning on the lights this morning, I shifted things again. The San Marzano tomato seedlings are now in the mini-greenhouse frame at at the window, where they can get a breeze from the fan to help strengthen their stems.
As of last night, the very first of the short season peppers broke ground, as well as our very first Butterfly Flower! Once more seedlings have emerged, I’ll move them off the heat mat to the other side of the tank, then get the luffa, Crespo squash and drum gourds planted and set on the heat mat.
It also seems like we have finally gotten ahead of the game with our slow drainage problem. When we were finally able to flush properly, we’d get gurgling noises from the tub drain, but now even that has pretty much gone away. The regular use of the bio maintenance stuff is really making a difference. We’ll have to make sure to keep a good supply of the stuff on hand, so we don’t run out and suddenly can’t find it again. One thing we hadn’t done since the tank was cleared was use the Septo Bac we normally do. This stuff comes in powder form, in premeasured envelopes. The contents get flushed down the toilet once a week, to inoculate the tank with bacteria and enzymes to break things down, including hair, food and grease. It does nothing for the pipes, though. I’m not sure that we want to use both at the same time. I’m not sure what having too much bacteria in the septic tank would do to it! I’ll have to look that up.
Meanwhile, we are making sure to turn the septic pump on and leave it running for about 5 minutes, particularly when we are using a lot of water at a time, like doing laundry or taking showers. So far, everything is working out.
My mother called me last night and we talked a bit about the plumbing issues. She was wondering why we hadn’t called a plumber yet, and I had to explain that we have to wait until our taxes are processed and I get my return. Getting the pill switch done, I’m going to assume will be in the $300 range, including the labour. Our plumber has a flat rate for drain cleaning that is almost $300 for the work and 1 hour. If they have to replace parts or if it takes longer, that gets added on. So I’m guessing we’re looking at a minimum of $600 for both jobs. My mother’s response was to start talking about how she never had to worry about stuff like this, because she had “the boys” to take care of everything.
That doesn’t stop her from trying to tell me what to do!
I reminded her of how it took us a while to find a plumber that had the equipment to clear the floor drain in the old basement that was clogged with roots and sand. She thought I was talking about the sump pump reservoir, at first, but that’s a completely isolated system. I reminded her of back when we had a wringer washing machine, and she would drain the tub into the hole in the floor, and then she remembered where I was talking about. Then she asked just how there could be roots in there, so I reminded her of how a rain barrel and been left to overflow for most of a rainy summer, before we moved out here. By the time my brother found the damage it caused, the corner of the new part basement it was near had water seeping through and mold growing. Now we can see sand and roots coming from the weeping tile through the floor drain towards the septic tank.
That got my mother to talking about the problem of trees growing too close to the house, and in particular, the one in front of the kitchen window. Shortly after we moved in here, we talked to my brother about the need to get rid of that tree. My mother objected to getting rid of any trees, most of which she planted. She planted that one to shade the kitchen window, because it got so hot in the summer.
I’m not sure why she didn’t just get blinds or a shade.
Anyhow, it’s taken a few years of explaining how the branches are endangering the (now new) roof, and the roots are lifting the patio blocks, plus cracks are starting to show in the basement wall under the kitchen.
Well, suddenly she’s now telling me I should get rid of that tree. We should just cut it down – I have her permission! 😄 I told her, because this tree is so close to the house and has branches hanging over the roof (despite our attempts to cut them back a few times), this is something we need to hire someone for. Someone with all the equipment to do it safely and not damage the roof. We can see where people have cut this tree back a few times, on the yard side, which means the heaviest branches are on the house side. We can’t just cut the tree down from the base, because it will want to fall towards the house, not away from it.
At this point, my mother started giving me instructions on using ropes to keep it from falling towards the house, and so on. Which, if the tree were not so close to the house, might actually be possible. I tried to explain that to make sure the roof doesn’t get damaged, it needs to be taken down in pieces.
That’s when she started telling me that my brother can take care of it!
I said no. Not even my brother has the equipment needed to safely remove that tree, without damaging the roof! I tried to describe to her what the tree removal company did when we had them come in to clear trees from the power lines and the roof on the north side of the house, but then she lost interest and just told me, I knew what to do! She’d leave it in my hands.
Uhm… yeah… that’s kinda why we’re living here! 😄
It’s funny how she will still try to control what my brother and I do out here, even though she made a big deal about washing her hands of the place when she moved away some 10 years ago. I even remember, after we moved in and the property was still in her name, she told me she didn’t want to ever come back to the farm again and didn’t have to worry about it anymore, because we were here! That didn’t last long. 😄 I am so glad my brother is our “landlord” now! She can get so enraged because we’re doing things differently that she did. Especially when it comes to the gardening. If she isn’t angry, she’s mocking. She mocks me for “wasting” money by buying seeds, for example. She never bought seeds, ever! She always saved her own! Well. Except maybe carrots. Or lettuce. I’m not sure where she thought I would get seeds from when there was nothing we could collect them from, but the fact that we bought seeds apparently means we are stupid with money. BUT, we should also have a huge and perfect garden, just like she did, and never have to buy groceries again…
Talk about selective memory! 😄
Now that we’ve got a few years of gardening behind us, she seems to finally be backing off, but she still gives me a hard time for trying to grow things she didn’t grow, or trying new things. Selective memory again. I know my parents tried new crops, along with the staples, pretty regularly! So why is it bad if I do the same thing? Ultimately, it’s a control issue. She just can’t let go of the place, and the idyllic memories she’s created for herself.
Ah, well. It is what it is. I just wish she treated my brother better!
Well, I sure went off topic, there… 😄
Later today, we’ll go through our baskets and decide which one to use. Oh… that was another thing my mother brought up during her call. Blessing of the baskets. She’s getting hers ready today, too, and basket blessings at her church will be at noon tomorrow. She was wondering when it was in the town closer to us, but I have no idea. I told her, she made it clear we and our basket are not welcome, so we’re just doing it ourselves. Her response was to offer to lend us a “cute” small basket (this after I’ve already told her we have a whole collection of baskets in various sizes). Another thing she can’t let go of. To her, our basket is just too big, and that’s wrong. I’m not sure where she gets this from. When I was a kid, sure, our main basket wasn’t quite as big, but it was still much larger than what she uses now. Plus, we usually had several of them. My late brother and I used to have our very own little baskets (I even found those old baskets while cleaning up the house, and we still have the one that wasn’t broken!). I’ve seen other families bring much larger baskets for blessing, too. Why it even matters to her, I have no idea. Just another thing where she’s decided that how she does things is the only possible correct way to do it, and everyone else is stupid and wrong for doing differently.
I’m glad she wasn’t this bad when I was a kid. It would have destroyed any joy in Easter and our traditions that I had. I even told her flat out, after she threw in a few more unfortunate comments, that she has done more to drive people away from the church than anyone I know. I think it went completely over her head. Ah, well.
We will continue our joyful traditions – including traditions we added ourselves – and remember what it is we are celebrating, instead of worrying about impressing other people, or what they think of us!
And that will include a nice big basket with the loaf of bread baked this morning.
I think the shallow round basket with the flat bottom will fit the round loaf and other contents the best. Then we can go through my collection of hand embroidered cloths and decide which to use as a cover this year. 😊
Today is Palm Sunday. As we go into Holy Week, I hope you enjoy this song of praise.
As we enter Holy Week and the end of Lent, it is a good time to reflect on just how quickly things can change. Two thousand years ago, Jesus entered Jerusalem to the praise of those who recognized Him for who He really was. Yet, the leaders His presence threatened were able to have him arrested on false charges, and set him before a kangaroo court that broke their own laws. Even though they brought false witnesses against Him, they still could not get the verdict they wanted until He basically gave it to them, by saying outright, who He was, in terms they understood to mean exactly what they were intended to mean. Even then, they had to whip up a crowd that threatened to riot, if the emperor’s representative didn’t agree to execute someone he found to be innocent. All within the space of a few days.
Looking at what’s going on in the world today, it seems that some things really haven’t changed much.
Today’s is the Epiphany, also called Three Kings Day, recognizing when the magi visited Jesus, bearing gifts. It is also the closing of the Christmas season.
I found this rendition of We Three Kings I’d never heard before.
This was one of those songs I really enjoyed singing in my younger days. There’s something about the melody that just pulls you in and lifts you up! Alas, I don’t really sing anymore, as it triggers coughing fits, so I just get to enjoy the singing of others.
Tomorrow is the Epiphany, or Three Kings Day, which is our official end of the Christmas season.
Alas, without my computer, I was not able to do my usual end of year posts. Hopefully, we will be able to get a replacement soon, and I will no longer be stuck tapping on my phone!
I counted 37 this morning! As I was returning to the sun room after doing my rounds, Syndol kept reaching out and grabbing at me, until I finally picked him up for a cuddle. He so loves to be cuddled!
If this morning is a sign of how our year is going to be, it’s going to be a messy, destructive one!
I woke to discover a cat threw up on my bed. It’s a good thing it’s such a big bed, or I would have rolled over, right on it. So I’m doing laundry right now!
My husband woke to find his mouse on the floor and his cowboy hat knocked over. His wired ear buds the hat was protecting were completely chewed up.
He’s keeping his door closed now.
Which reminds me: the door the girls were measuring for is not for between the rooms uo there, as i thought. It’s for over the stairs.
When my parents were still living here, a frame of 2×4’s was made around the bottom of the bannister to hold a plywood cover that was flush to the floor upstairs. This was so that they weren’t heating the upstairs in winter, when they weren’t using it. We’re not sure what happened to that plywood cover. So the girls want to cut a new cover to size so that they can keep the cats out while they sleep, and have it hinged and rigged to easily open and close as they need to use the stairs.
Oh, we don’t have a land line anymore. For about a week or two, people have been having trouble reaching us by phone, getting crackling noises, or it would go straight to machine. Then, a couple days ago, a light started blinking on the phone base I’d never seen before. It’s the “hold” light. The display says “home line busy”. Apparently, the phone thinks we’ve got it put on hold, but it won’t turn off. When I try listening, there’s just a crackling noise.
Something similar has happened before. The repair man replaced a jack in my husband’s room to fix it. My husband used to have a corded phone set up there, but he unhooked it and has no phone hooked up at all, now.
We suspect it’s the same jack that is the problem, and that it got sprayed by a cat, though to be honest, I can’t really see signs of that. The problem is, my husband has his room set up in such a way that it’s not really accessible. We are going to need to rearrange things. That room is so small, it means actually taking things out of the room. Except his hospital bed. Because it’s extra long, it can only be taken out by dismantling it. It can’t be moved around in the room without taking pretty much everything else out, first.
So we have to clear all that up, just so we can see what we are dealing with, and for a repair man to access the jack to test it. We also need to arrange it so we have access to the section of wall against there the bath tub is. We still need to replace the tap and faucet, but are not sure it can be accessed from the front, once the tub surround is removed. If it can’t be accessed from there, we’d have to access it from the bedroom, and right now, it’s blocked by a wardrobe. There is a closet in this room, but it’s currently being used to store some of my late father’s belongings. Between my husband’s hospital bed and the little table that’s holding his medications fridge, the closet it completely blocked off.
It will be a huge job, but one that’s overdue. We haven’t been able to clean that room properly in ages.
To be honest, I need to do the same thing in my room. How I have it set up, with my “office” in one corner, and my craft table completely covered with stuff to try and keep the cats from getting into things they shouldn’t, it’s a disaster. I would love to be able to get the wall shelf out and replace it with more functional selling, but aside from not having replacement shelving, I’m not sure how to take it out. I’ve asked my mother about it, but all she could tell me was that she thought it was brought in, in two parts. Which I figured it had to have been. I just can’t figure out where it came apart! What I’d really like to do is set my bed up on the other side of the room, but there’s a heat vent there.
Wishing you all a blessed and peaceful year in 2024.
The family and I have successfully managed to get our fondue going!
I am glad I got the extra burner, because we emptied one almost before the oil was hot enough!
The cheese fondue mixed up nicely, but the hot plate was too hot, even on its lowest setting. Still, it was enough to get started while the oil heated.
Not pictured is the tempura batter, which got mixed up at the last minute. We still can’t do more than two items in the oil at once, as the food cools the oil down too much – which makes for a very slow meal. Perfect, as we watch Columbo and wait for midnight.
If we can hold out that long before just going to bed!
This has got to be the most ridiculous time we’ve ever had, planning for a special day.
We now have everything we need for food for both the oil and the cheese fondue. I’d already taken the oil fondue set down, ready to be washed and assembled. It’s a lovely set that includes a spinning glass ring around the pot that holds bowls for sauces. The cheese fondue set is a basic ceramic pot with a stand over a tea light. I just went to take it out to be washed and readied, too. I headed over to the shelf to get it and…
No pot.
I checked all the other cubes in the shelf, but no pot.
I started going through other shelves and cupboards.
No pot.
I even checked closets in my bedroom.
No pot.
After talking with the girls about it, the only thing we can think is, we didn’t take it when we moved. My older daughter now even half remembers us deciding that the big set was worth packing, but not both sets, but she doesn’t remember it well enough to be sure. Alternatively, it is among the things the movers lost, but I was positive it was unpacked and in that shelf!
Which is just hilarious. After all this, and we don’t even have a pot for the cheese fondue!
That, at least, is easy to substitute. We will just set up the hot plate and use a saucepan.
Or I could bake a round loaf of bread or two!
Since it is a lower temperature dip, we can use regular forks, though I think the big set has six fondue forks, and we only need four, so we should have at least two available.
Well, I know what to be on the lookout for in the future! 😆😆
On the plus side, while looking for the fondue set, I checked inside a box and discovered a set of lovely little serving bowls we hadn’t taken out of their packaging, and promptly forgot about.
The Re-Farmer 