Thank A Farmer

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven…a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. Ecclesiastes 3:2, The Bible

I grew up in Nebraska and I’m still a Nebraska girl at heart. Although my ancestors were country doctors, boot makers, lumberyard owners, I have a deep love and respect for the land and farmers. Prior to moving to Florida, we lived on the edge of Illinois farmland and I felt a part of the planting, sprouting, growing, harvesting seasons and saw the farmers working the fields into the night at harvest time.  

Today is National Farmer’s Day and an opportunity to pay tribute to all farmers throughout American history. I have the utmost respect for our farmers in today’s highly technical yet labor intensive and unforgiving industry. Thank a farmer today for putting food on your table.

Affirmation: I appreciate farmers.

Coaching request: Take a moment to consider the food in your pantry and refrigerator and what it took to plant, grow, and harvest the wheat to make your bread. Consider the birthing of calves, gathering of eggs, or feeding of chickens. Consider the back breaking job of picking your lettuce or broccoli. Be grateful.

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Mom’s Cooking

The smell of slow cooking spread around the house and impart a unique warmth matched only by the flavor of the food. Yotam Ottolenghi, chef restaurant owner, food writer

I’m hosting my cooking group for lunch today. As a member of Smoking Pots (makes you smile…right?), I’m responsible for one project per year. With Mother’s Day around the corner and my head steeped in motherloss via this blog and a book, I decided to have folks bring a favorite dish their mom or grandmother made along with the story and recipe.

I made pressed chicken, a chicken and plain gelatin concoction that tastes better than it sounds and is beautiful. Once inverted, it has a design of lemon slices, pimento and green olive slices on the bottom (top). I vaguely remember my mom making it for her bridge club and years ago I used to make it for summer lunches. It was fun to recreate.

Affirmation: My cooking spreads love.

Coaching questions: What do you remember of your mother’s cooking? What was your favorite dish as a child? How have you created memories for your family?