The Maker’s Diet- Here We Go

I recently read on somebody’s blog about a book called The Maker’s Diet, by Jordan Rubin. Intrigued, I got a copy from my library and popped it open. In this book Jordan tells of how he became very ill with Crohn’s Disease, and by following an eating regimen based on Biblical foods, was able to find healing. He has developed a whole lifestyle surrounding this way of eating, now called The Maker’s Diet. The book also outlines how a person can follow the diet’s guidelines and hopefully have improved health, as well. I have some digestive issues, and am thinking this diet is something that might help me. Starting June 1st, I plan to do the diet by myself for the next six weeks (another 40-day journey!). If it is something that really brings about some good changes, I hope to implement as much as I can into the family’s meals by then, too.
Finding (and not finding) the foods I need for the next two weeks (phase one) was interesting. The only dairy allowed is goat’s milk/yogurt/cheese, and I am still working on that. Chicken feet- for making good broth, I figured I wouldn’t be able to get. I asked at Meijer, and my doubts were confirmed. In the back of my mind, I thought the Mexican grocery might be a good place to check, just because you can find weird stuff like that in a foreign market. Sure enough, there they were in the meat case at the back. I’ll try to post here frequently about how the diet is going.


a·ro·ma : A pleasant characteristic odor, as of a plant, spice, or food

This week, for the first time since I knew I was pregnant with the twins, I donned my running shoes and miserably plodded jogged to the river, about a half mile down the road. (My next goal will be to run all the way back, too. Smirk.) As I went, I couldn’t help but notice what an absolutely beautiful day it was, with sky that had me wishing for the time to mix that exact gumball blue color with my paints, and white clouds that weren’t all white, but full of faint oranges and rosy hues, with a hint of grey. And the smells- the freshest flowers, the newest green leafy things everywhere, even the heat coming up from the pavement gave a pleasing scent.
My husband laughs at my incredibly good sense of smell. It isn’t an asset when the odors are bad, but to thoroughly enjoy something that smells lovely, now, that is a treat. Some things just smell good; other smells remind me of a pleasant experience from the past. It appears I am not the only one whose nose knows a sweet smell. The Bible talks about how God appreciated the odor of a burnt offering given to Him, how the wise men brought spices to the newborn King, how Jesus was worshipped at one time by the anointing of a woman’s jar of perfume on His feet. I love the verse that talks about how we believers can ‘give off’ Christ’s scent to those around us, spreading His gospel. I want to do a better job of that with my children; rather than being repelled by my selfish odors, they would have a sweet-smelling gift of love to share with others.
Funny how spiritual the aroma of a summer day can be.

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork. Psalm 19:1

Then burn the entire ram on the altar. It is a burnt offering to the LORD, a pleasing aroma, an offering made to the LORD by fire. Exodus 29:18

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. 2 Corinthians 2:14

Oatmeal Rhubarb Cookies

One of the first local farmers’ markets opened last Saturday, and the faithful few vendors were there: my bread maker, Loraine, an Amish family selling doughnuts and cakes, and a sweet old man sitting with a dozen brown eggs and a pile of rhubarb. Slim pickin’s, to be sure. I didn’t need a single thing (we pick up our weekly bread from Loraine on Fridays, and dear Aunt Charley keeps us happily supplied with eggs), but I couldn’t leave the market, or that kind man, without showing my support for local food. So, I bought some rhubarb. Here is my hands-down favorite way to eat it.

Oatmeal Rhubarb Cookies
1 cup shortening or softened butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups quick oats
big handful rhubarb, diced fine

1. Cream butter and sugars in a large bowl. Add eggs and vanilla, stirring until smooth.
2. In a medium-sized mixing bowl, combine flour, soda, salt, and oats. Add to creamed mixture and stir to make a thick cookie dough. Add rhubarb.
3. Spoon dough onto greased cookie sheets. Press to flatten tops. Bake at 375 degrees for 10-15 minutes, until cookies are browned and cooked to your liking.

On Little Birthday Parties, Little Britches, And A Little Baking

Last evening the fam threw me a surprise baby shower. We had cake, ice cream, and I got a beautiful diaper bag and lots of sweet things for Micah. Thanks so much, Carol, Leigh Ann, and Charley! (And Luke:) It is a blessing to live among so many who support and encourage us as our family grows. And grows.:) I hope as Luke and I go through life, we will have more and more opportunities to show that same love and encouragement to other couples and young families coming along, eventually to our own children and their familia someday.

Speaking of neat families, soon we will begin reading Little Britches, by Ralph Moody, aloud at bedtime. Having finished reading the first two of the series by myself, I am not too patiently waiting for the third to come in at the library. I really can’t wait to find out what has happened to our brave hero and his delightful family. While I wait, I want to get copied a couple of quotes of Ralph’s father I found in the first book that were particularly good, on the subject of character:
“A man’s character is like his house. If he tears boards off his house and burns them to keep himself warm and comfortable, his house soon becomes a ruin. If he tells lies to be able to do the things he shouldn’t do but wants to, his character will soon become a ruin. A man with a ruined character is a shame on the face of the earth.”

“There are only two kinds of men in this world: Honest men and dishonest men. There are black men and white men and yellow men and red men, but nothing counts except whether they’re honest men or dishonest men.
Some men work almost entirely with their brains; some almost entirely with their hands; though most of us have to use both. But we all fall into one of the the two classes- honest and dishonest.
Any man who says the world owes him a living is dishonest. The same God that made you and me made this earth. And He planned it so that it would yield every single thing that the people on it need. But He was careful to plan it so that it would only yield up its wealth in exchange for the labor of man. Any man who tries to share in that wealth without contributing the work of his brain or his hands is dishonest.”

Isn’t that fantastic? Not only that Ralph’s father shared these things with his son, but that Ralph would remember every word. It makes me want to do a better job of reinforcing those kinds of principles with our children.

This weekend, my brother, Daniel, graduates from college- yay! I’m very proud of his accomplishment, and trust that the LORD has some awesome things in store for him as he enters his career. It doesn’t look as if we will be able to go to the commencement, but it would be nice to get together and celebrate somehow, so we’ll probably have a cook out on Saturday evening, if all are agreed. I think I will try my hand at a reprise of these cookies we had at Daniel’s recital a couple weeks ago- Caramel Macchiato Thumbprints. The recipe, off of the Betty Crocker site, calls for bagged sugar cookie mix, but I think I will just make a batch of my own cookie dough (should I do sugar- or snickerdoodle- cookie dough? Hmmm.) and stir in the additions. These are really good, folks, if you like coffee. And my husband likes coffee. I do, but only socially.

More posts to follow in the next few days, hopefully- A birth story, a talk about loss, and maybe some baking and garden successes.