I have two completely different books to tell you about today. Both are interesting.
I will start off with The Pizza Bible by the champion pizza maker Tony Gemignani. Thick, thin, stuffed, deep dish, New York, Chicago, Sicilian… you name it, it’s got it and then some. This one is maybe out of my zone of proximal development and certainly out of my time-available-to-think-about-how-to-make-food league. In a different stage of life, I would love to dig into this book and make some awesome pizza. Plus some the different toppings, like fig, oysters and purple potatoes, kind of intimidated me as did the lengthy instructions and the need for weighing ingredients. I think of the Bible as an instruction book for life. Calling this book the Pizza Bible fits its content perfectly. It leaves no stone unturned in telling you how to make pizza, even to the extent that it tells you how to build a fire for a wood-fire pizza. It has useful pictures for showing you how to do things, but not pictures of every recipe. I’m tempted to give it away to someone who would be able to make me awesome pizza from it (Give a shout if that person is you!), but I might just have to try to make the Pepperoli first. Thank you to Blogging for Books for sending me this everything-there-is-to-know-about-making-pizza book for this review.
Now for the children’s book -
I really like the idea behind Love Letters from God by Glenys Nellist. It tells a short Bible story in child friendly terms and then has a “letter from God” in a lift-a-flap fashion that gives the personal application of the story. You can make sure you do more than just learn the story this way. All kids love a book with flaps to lift, and it’s fun to be able to fill in their names on the letter. The stories are in chronological order, and the final two pages have one letter that is an invitation and then one letter where you can write a love letter back to God. Such great ideas! The key verses on each page are not always in context with the story and the author seems to take some liberty in what she makes as the main point of each story. They aren’t ever unbiblical truths, but you just might keep those things in mind when reading. My children are always excited to read another story from this book. Thank you to BookLook Bloggers for providing me with a complimentary copy of this book!
Here is one final harvest story for your education, and so I can post the picture of Liza in the combine.
Brad came up with a plan to make sure we’d get the corn harvested before the freezing, maybe snowy weather. This plan included having me go out to the field to pick the combine and grain cart full, so that when he was finished hauling for someone else that day he could get to the field and have almost a load ready to go to the elevator.
Wyatt, Liza and I loaded up and went to the field.
It was Liza’s first combine ride and she did a great job of sleeping.
For most of harvest this one spot on the header would get clogged up if we would go too fast. Since it was just me and Brad had the semi, I only had something to unload in on one side of the field this day. Because of these two things, the plan for this day was to only pick with five rows of the header, pick at a faster pace and pick going both ways instead of having to drive across the field not picking. Clear as mud?
That is why we have a picture of me not using all of the header.
We were just about to finish picking 20 rows worth (Wyatt was along so we were keeping track.) and the combine dies. I restarted it and made it closer to our vehicle so the three of us didn’t have to traipse through the stalks as far.
Did you know that if a diesel runs out of fuel, you don’t try to restart it?
The weather that hit today was forecasted several days ago, and it sent harvesting farmers into overdrive. It was like a made dash for the finish line.
Brad was waiting for the last 50 acres of his pivot to dry out, until he saw what was coming. Since he was already committed to trucking for another harvesting farmer, he thought he had to squeeze what was left in to before and after that.
This particular day he got up at 4:00. That forecast robbed him of his ability to sleep well. It also made me more glad that he’s usually around to help me get everyone out the door at 6:30 on the days I work.
While I’m at work, Brad texts, “Didn’t get anything picked this morning. Too tough. It works for me to pick today” and then later “You can come out after work today. That would be helpful.”
Straight to the field I went after work. I think I will wear that argyle work sweater as my lucky combine sweater because I saw the monitor hit 260 bushels an acre while wearing it. I don’t know how it is where you are; but for us, that’s good.
255 isn’t bad either.
In the middle of this crazy day, Brad and I had a romantic date night. He in the tractor and semi, me in the combine with my argyle sweater and ear plugs, and a gorgeous sunset and moon rise.
Then the date had to end so the babysitter didn’t have to wonder if we were going to have the kids spend the night. Brad stayed at the field as long as he could and I went to get the kids. I must tell you that when I picked them up over an hour or two later than normal, our sitter sent a delicious supper home with us! How many people can say that their childcare provider has done that for them?!
Brad finished the field the next day and was able to get his combine and grain cart under cover before this arctic blast hit. I will now not leave my house unless absolutely necessary until I see temperatures in the 40′s again.
Brad is wrapping up the harvest of our corn while I type. It appears to have been a good year for corn around here. Our two fields did very well (We finally didn’t get hit by wind or hail!), and every elevator I’ve seen has more corn piles than in the other years I’ve been here.
Our harvest has not been without incident although in my mind it feels like it went better than last year. Maybe that’s because Brad did most of it without me. Driving the combine felt a lot less stressful, although I didn’t drive it one day without spilling corn somewhere – behind the grain cart, over the top of the combine bin, just randomly in the middle of the field. I found out that I really need to pay attention to the bin full light, and that I need to use my brain and make sure the auger is out BEFORE I turn it on. The cows will thank me when they come to graze.
So here is my first stint in the combine this year.
We were moving along, having a good time, until the loud obnoxious beep made us stop everything abruptly. The tailing elevator light was on. Whatever that actually means I do not know, but I do know this was the problem.
Bummer! Farmer Brad saved the day and had it fixed in no time.
I’ll have more harvest pictures coming soon.