REDEFINING MY LIFE THIS SHABBAT

Life after the death of your husband requires big questions of yourself – e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. you thought you believed, knew, and had settled in your mind & heart is suddenly in chaos.

When Bob was here on Earth, with me, I KNEW who I was, what I believed about my existence, what I envisioned Heaven to be based on what Scripture told me about that place beyond the clouds, & how things would be when one of us stepped of this planet and was whisked to our final life destiny.

Some of these questions, with forgone and satisfactory conclusions have not changed – I still believe what I have always believed, and I know what I have always known.

But …

I don’t truthfully know what Heaven actually looks like because I, personally, have never been there.

And though Bob can see me; he is forbidden to communicate with me – the gulf between here and there is not accessible to us.

And I, likewise, am forbidden to communicate with him, directly.

I can think about him. My heart can miss him. I can listen to music that reminds me of him … 

... and of those delightful afternoons and sultry nights making love with him. I can talk about, and around him; but I unequivocally am not allowed to talk directly TO him. THAT is forbidden to me by my Faith.

We always understood that aspect of our Faith.

But I am unprepared for the t.o.t.a.l.s.i.l.e.n.c.e. that echoes louder than constant and continual chatter.

I MISS talking with him.

I have small snippets of video that I can bring up to hear his voice; but it is not the same ...

I am merely listening to my husband’s voice so I never forget what he sounded like.

I miss talking WITH him.

I can look up to the sky and say, “I miss you Baby”, but I can’t ask him, anymore, for specific input into my life moving forward into my future.

That is taboo.

And more than a little scary.

I am still facing big time decisions, and for 3/4ths of my life, Bob has been my sounding board – we bounced decisions back and forth like one of those turbo powered tiny rubber balls: in 45 years of knowing each other, and 44 years of marriage, there was never a decision made in either of our lives that was not a joint venture. Making solo decisions now is kinda scary – not freak-out-I-need-meds-scary … just “Yeshua, help me” stepping out in faith scary.

And maybe, that is a good thing, all things considered.

People tell me I need to re-create myself.

Do I want to do that? I mean, do I really WANT to DO that?

CAN I do that?

I liked the me I was when Bob was a present entity in my life.

I am at loose ends now … but, am I truly ready to chuck my “old” life and jump into a new life, vastly and irrevocably altered from the one I am familiar with – the one I am reluctant to let go of?

I don’t know.

And I can’t discuss those {needful} changes with Bob. HE is the REASON for those needful changes; but, according to our Faith, discussion along those lines with him is strictly forbidden.

It’s a scary place to be.

This tightwire walk I am attempting to do.

Though, admittedly, my feet are never off terra firma – the walk I now do solo is disorienting and dizzying. My thoughts are in a constant swirl.

Though Christians do not mourn as the world mourns, grief is just as gutting. We, just like everyone else, have to learn to live with the relentless ache in the heart and the heaviness of spirit that it takes enormous strength to overcome. I never felt so tired in all my life! Trying to maintain every second of every hour of every day is draining.

And the overwhelming “missingness”! There are no words that adequately define that emotion that seems to invade every cell in your body and shroud every aspect of your life in widowhood. After 9 months/13 days/& 9 hours of widowhood, I don’t burst into tears as easily as I did those first raw months – but still, the emptiness is always present. It surrounds me like a vague mist and walks with me every waking moment.

I feel rootless: as if a strong gust off the river could just upend me and blow me away.

But I know, given all the time we spent in the mountains during our lifetime together, that living things can take root in hostile alpine environments and thrive in seemingly ‘empty’ spaces. And, I know – instinctively – that if I am to survive … and thrive … I have GOT to rebuild my life; and make it purposeful.

So.

Despite the emptiness I inherited when I was bumped in a heartbeat from wife to widow, I KNOW I AM:

A Daughter of The Most High God – I carry that title proudly, with no apologies. I may at times, appear to be a questionable daughter in the eyes of people watching me, but He will never let me go: nothing will ever change that.

A Wife – I will always be Bob’s wife: nothing will ever change that.

A Widow – I will remain Bob’s widow as long as I live: nothing will ever change that.

A Mother – admittedly, a distant mother (my children’s choices); but a mother just the same: nothing will ever change that.

A Grandmother – THAT title, in itself, is miraculous as our daughter was told she would never have natural children of her own; Creator Yeshua laughed … and blessed me TWICE; exactly 18 years apart: nothing will ever change that.

A Sister – I will always be the oldest sibling of 5: nothing will ever change that.

A Friend – my friends are far and few between, but I do have some; and I am thankful for them: nothing will ever change that.

These titles do not adequately describe me though – I am much more than these descriptions of me; and my life is lived beyond the confining lines of said descriptions. Anyone who looks beyond the lines will see a lively 62-year-old who refuses to be pigeon-holed, and resents the hell out of this crippling grief that threatens to strangle and/or hog-tie her; I am fighting to regain my solid footing and once I do … I will be off and running, dusting anyone and everything that threatens to stop me. I may be aging, but age will not whip me ;-)

I am a fighter. I fight to win - I do not accept defeat at any time. For any reason.

And I have traveled life solo before.

Before Bob – Bob was the only person I ever let get close enough to me to hem me in. And I didn’t mind Bob shortening my tether, because I never wanted to stray away from him.

But, now, Bob is not here – there is nothing to hold me back.

Except fear of the unknown.

And I refuse to let fear get a grip on me.

I WILL BE victorious because I have to be.

There is no alternative.

And my husband told me, while he was dying, that he had faith in me that I would eventually rise to the challenge and learn to fly again; and because he believed it, I believe it. Bob was always the wind beneath my wings. He still is.

Widowhood, for me, began to sneak up on us one hot Summer day – and finished its life-sucking cycle in the cold of Winter; in a hospital, in another State, where loneliness surrounded me on all sides. I woke up August 29^th, asking my husband what he’d like to do for his birthday the following day … and was facing the Spector of Widowhood 24 hours later:

Bob digesting the news we had been told - that he was dying. Hard news.

Widowhood became a reality 3 months/15 days/& 20 hours later ...
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2018/12/pancreatic-nightmare.html).

I lived those hours, and I STILL can’t wrap my mind around the finality: it still seems surreal to me.

Bob breathed out his last breath on December 14^th, 2018 – a Friday: the Shabbat. It really was a blessing; and Elohim was honoring my husband in this respect. I was thankful. I was truly joyful knowing that my husband had shed his seriously compromised and useless earthen vessel, and was immediately clothed in his new heavenly body as he was whisked off beyond the clouds to his permanent celestial home. I remember watching his spirit leave him, and thinking “what remains looks like he is just sleeping”. There was no flailing. There was no mask of deathly horror. Bob looked peaceful. Bob looked like he looked every night I watched him sleeping for 44 years, lying next to me. But this time, his eyes would never open again. His chest would never rise again, His long, tall frame would never again get up out of bed. Bob – the Bob I knew and loved – was irrevocably gone. Never to return:
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2018_12_15_archive.html).

Bob’s final hours that last day – his spirit slipped away so peacefully, there was no change at all in his countenance …

Because I am a shortie, I grabbed a chair and brought it close to the bedside, where I climbed up on it and bent over the bedside to kiss the lips I had kissed for 45 years – the bed was too high for me to sprawl across. Bob’s spirit was no longer housed in that body he had worn for 69 years, but I wanted to kiss the lips I knew. I wanted to touch the face that was so familiar to me. I wanted to stroke the thin wisps of hair that had regrown on the head he had kept bald for 3 decades (it was white – WHEN had his hair turned white?) I remember I was stunned to see white whips; we never saw ourselves as old – and I will always now, in my mind’s eye, see Bob as he was when we married. He has a healthy, strong body now; so, remembering him at 24 is how I chose to think of him now – I don’t know if that is an accurate image; but I don’t care: it is MY image of him; again, it is a familiar thing to me. I wanted to run my fingertips over his chest, down his arm, and off his long fingertips. Even though my husband was no longer in the room with me, I wanted to honor his cast-off shell of what he was with my last touching of it ...

Me, 17; Bob 24

I NEEDED that for me.

Still, I am left wanting more.

What to do with all that ‘wanting’?

Bob was my “Mr. Big”.

Bob completed me.

Bob was the period at the end of the sentence of my life; as I knew it with him in it.

I have loved Bob ever since he walked past me one afternoon on the school grounds in 1966:

Three quarters of my life.

This new life that has been thrust on me feels uncomfortable to me.

I do not like it.

At all.

Not even a little bit.

But, this is my life now.

I have to reshape it to fit who I am now.

I have to define who I am now.

I can never again be the me I used to be. I am different now; and I cannot continue living a cheap imitation of my old life – a life that is so very far removed from what it used to be.

But …

In reshaping my new life, I can salvage some of the shattered pieces of it and try to meld those pieces with a new blueprint of who and what I am becoming. It is a work in progress because I have no fricking idea who or what I am becoming – I just know I am “becoming”.

Something.

Different than I was.

Nothing at all like I imagined I would be when my life wrapped up. I always kinda hoped Bob & I would exit this life together.

Despite the 7 year gap in our ages, I never … not even once … entertained the notion that I would be a widow. Left behind.

I am stunned.

It all seems so surreal to me.

I don’t recognize my life in the moment and I have no idea where I am headed at any given second of any given day; or what my life will look like when I rebuild it.

All I know for sure is that I am doing what my husband expects me to do: I am living. The best way I know how, without him.

To reshape, and rebuild a purposeful life, I have bandaged my broken heart with flexi-bandaids to keep the shattered pieces in place while it heals as it haltingly pulsates with a limping life. I let tears freely wash away the sadness in my eyes. Instead of honing in on the ruin of my old life, I choose instead to focus on the beauty among the ashes.

I don’t have any solidifying answers yet. I may never have concrete answers concerning my life again. It is a process in action – and every day I have to jump-start it; and reshape it. I want my new life to honor my husband and the life he blessed me with – I do believe the 2 can be woven together to create a beautiful tapestry to strengthen what remains.

Bob came into my life and with his love, taught me how to fully live because he loved me unconditionally and never put a restraining leash on me. He gave me the freedom to grow and explore. Life with Bob was always an adventure – always an exciting learning experience. And, in death, as in life, Bob was the perfect example for me to look to.

So, I do.

I cannot commune with him directly, but I CAN sort through the memories of our life together and pull on those examples and his words of wisdom to help me lay a firm foundation, frame, and rebuild my life. I have learned to solo like I used to do before there was Bob in my life: I am solo adventuring. I am making friends – solo style. And always I hear past echoes of Bob’s encouragements cheering me on.

Moving into the future I will always know that Bob is with me in spirit, watching me, feeling him smile with approval at my small steps forward, and laughing with me as I exalt in my small victories.

This remote approval, I believe, will be sanctioned by Elohim.

And we will both find favor in His eyes.

L’Chaim!

DOG & MARE

The demoncrats are really desperate to push through with what they deem ‘necessary’ … while the rest of us see it for what it is: a smoke and mirrors/dog and pony show with old bitches and old gray mares.

The terrier terror from hell, pelosi, is of course forcing her geriatric ass to the front of the pogrom – with the demoncrat ‘go-to’, the old gray mare, hellery forcing her geriatric ass into the fray today; as of 5 hours ago. The bitch and the swayback need to be muzzled and put out to pasture; the teeth-baring terrier is showing clear signs of dementia in her speech as well as her wild eyes, and the drunken old gray mare ‘ain’t what she used to be

Add tarot card cronies to the mix, and the demoncrat freak show just gets more and more ludicrously ridiculous.

A terrorist-supporting, godless-leaning, racist, socialist, communist, Anti-American & Anti-Christian congress may be entertaining to a minor sector of society … BUT, they are NOT the {Voice} of America, not are they the {Voice} of LEGAL Americans.

barak hussain obama is NOT Almighty God; despite being hailed by the demoncrat party as their god.

nancy pelosi is NOT Christ; despite her view of herself as savior.

And hellery is NOT the Holy Spirit; despite her believe that she has supreme wisdom.

America, is for the 1^st time, in it’s 243 years of existence in serious trouble.

If Americans do not ((((WAKE UP!)))), we could well lose America in 12 to 18 months’ time.

That should scare the hell out of everyone – not just Americans.

pelosi's IMPEACHMENT ENDED HOURS AFTER IT STARTED

What happens when a hateful, spiteful, and totally biased Congress lies before Congress … and openly and deliberately GOES AFTER SOMEONE THEY DISAGREE WITH?
(http://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/09/wasps.html)

They get spanked!

Hard.

Thank YOU, Elohim that this nonsense has been shut down :-D

Now, can YOU, please, get Pelosi and her posse dethroned?

WASPS

So, I had Pristine Window Washer man here earlier to wash all the windows and skylights before Fall arrives in full force; after he left, I went outside to pull down the WHY Trap and get that stored over the Winter months so I can use it again …

I counted 75 wasps killed.

Back inside, my white Christmas cactus is loving it’s placement by the window … and I am wondering why it is blooming so early – and will I be able to keep it blooming through the holidays, when it should naturally BE blooming:

And dealing with wasps of a different type – and a whole lot harder to get rid of; in this next instance, political wasps … When I tried to log in to FB earlier, I discovered my account had been locked: {{(1) Recent activity may have affected your account's security, so we've locked it. We'll walk you through a few steps to confirm your identity and help you access your account. Learn More. Choose a security check. Do a security check (2) Choose a Security Check How do you want to confirm your identity? You can try each option multiple times. Learn More Provide your birthday Identify your recent comments (hourly limit exceeded) AND THIS TOO: You’re temporarily restricted from tagging people until today at 11:09 PM. RESTRICTION ON. Ends today at 11:09 PM To keep Facebook safe, we sometimes block certain content and actions. If you think we’ve made a mistake, please let us know. While we aren’t able to review individual reports, the feedback you provide will help us improve the way we keep Facebook safe. Please explain how you think this was in error.}} WTHF?? I don’t even KNOW HOW TO ‘tag’ people!

Obviously, someone, no doubt a demoncrat suffering a political wedgie, had been offended by something I posted and sent it to zuckerman’s stoolies (aka ‘FB Team’), and they, being the goose-stepping-zombies they are, locked me down.

So, I threw a fit …

FB never did tell me what I did that was punishable by being locked out and blocked - and you know what? Even if they had, it's moot. AS AN AMERICAN ... a LEGAL American, MY RIGHT IS FREE SPEECH. No matter who is offended by it.

… and they unlocked me shortly. I want to state that I am not a 'Trumpster' – though I DO stand by President Trump; I stand by him because he IS our President, and he has done MORE FOR Americans & America than ANY President I have watched in Office since I started watching politics in 1966: I have SEEN A LOT of Presidents ... and 1 illegal and snarky 'prez' come and go, and NEVER SAW A ONE OF THEM that EVER had the interests of America or Americans at the forefront: I saw a LOT of politics being played, but NEVER saw a President act Presidential. I CAN SAY THAT Donald J. Trump ... from what I have seen, heard – and understand upsets those who hate America and Americans – DO, IS for the betterment of America and Americans.

So, I stand with our President.

But, the Will of Elohei will always be 1st with me - HE will accomplish His Will in this matter.

And the devilish demoncrats and fence-straddling libtards will have little, to nil, to say/do about it: they are Lucifer's tools and will continue to act the fool no matter what.

That said, this whole thing is a shameful sham and needs to be shut down!

It is a total waste of time, taxpayer money, and takes away from serious issues concerning out great Nation that need to be addressed and attended to.

**RED FLAG ALERT: The {whistleblower} said in the accusatory report that caused this hysterical demoncrat wildfire: "I was not a direct witness to most of the events described, however, I found my colleague’s accounts of these events to be credible because in almost all cases multiple officials recounted fact patterns that were consistent with one another."**


SERIOUSLY????

THIS is WHAT set pelosi's pants on fire and got her geriatric scanky ass moving?

3, 4 … possibly TEN OR MORE … second-hand {accounts} voiced by BIASED PARTIES is "credible facts"?

Is this what Americans deem FACTUAL now?

If it is, IT IS SHAMEFUL HOW LOW Americans have sunk - they are dragging their bellies on the ground, like lying snakes.

And YOU had better watch out too - because if THIS is how 'criminal offenses' are viewed now, YOU could be the next one on the hot seat just because someone hates you and what you stand for.

This is NOT what America stands for ... and this is NOT how Americans are proven guilty.

SECOND-HAND HEARSAY IS NOT FACT.

And it really pisses me off that people with a particular and perverse political bent can cause so much trouble for people they disagree with. Since the obama terror era, people have lost their minds and are too easily offended, and too quick to offend with no basis for a fight – fair, or otherwise.

FALL MEALS COOKATHON ~Tuesday & Wednesday Recipes

Bob didn't particularly like funk ... but he liked the meals coming out of the kitchen when I was in there shaking my booty while whipping up Supper to the backbeat of KC ;-)

And that is what I was doing Tuesday and Wednesday – having a Fall Cookathon while shaking my booty. LOL

My freezer meals are low again, so I thought while it is raining …

… now would be a good time to engage in a Fall Cookathon to replenish the freezer. The humidity, as usual here in the PNW, was miserable; so I had the kitchen window opened while cooking.

I cooked up a chicken meal, & 2 beef meals – I made a pot roast Monday night for Supper … and divided up the portions for future meals, so I will use the broth to sip after I have my tooth pulled on the 30th, and my gum is healing.

I know my meals cooked at the moment are not varied by way of meats, but my body is craving beef, so that is what I went with: I can add fish meals later on to balance things out ;-)

The chicken meal comes from my Bon Appetit, September 1986 cooking magazine; and it takes 2 days to complete, so I started that meal first, and put it in the ‘fridge to marinade, while I made the other 2 meals.

The cubed steak meal will be reheated while the meat loaf is baking – and eaten tonight for Supper. The meat loaf will be portioned out and froze for future meals.

The meat loaf recipe is a favorite of ours, and I clipped it from an old 1986 Vouge magazine. This fancy meat loaf is spectacular to see, and tastes wonderful. The meat loaf can be cooked in individual loaf pans … or in one big loaf and portioned out in individual servings – it makes 8 large servings or 16 smaller portions: it is worth every calorie! Serve the meat loaf with side dishes of rich mashed potatoes and sautéed spinach.

I can never find a cube steak recipe in my vast recipe collection … so I have to go online to find one: the recipe I found is found on the Eating Well webpage, and it is simple to make, but packs a tasty punch ;-) I paired it up with oven baked potatoes & broccoli, and a homemade dinner roll.

The tandoori chicken meal wakes up your taste buds and makes the house smell divinely spicy while it cooks. Serve the Tandoori Chicken with side dishes of coconut rice, a cucumber; a tomato, & yogurt salad; onion flatbread; and seasonal fruits.

I kept Supper light, Wednesday when the chicken was fully marinated – I had a busy day in town before I came home and grilled the chicken, so all I ate was a leg, a wing, and a large serving spoon of rice – it was delish ;-)

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==72 MARKET STREET MEAT LOAF~ 8 servings

¾ cup minced White Onion * ¾ cup minced Green Onion * ½ cup minced Celery * ½ cup peeled, and minced Carrot * ¼ cup minced Green Bell Pepper * 2 teaspoons smashed, peeled, and minced Garlic * 3 Tablespoons unsalted Butter * 1 teaspoon Salt * ¼ teaspoon Cayenne pepper * 1 teaspoon freshly ground Black Pepper * ½ teaspoon freshly ground White Pepper * ½ teaspoon ground Cumin * ½ teaspoon ground Nutmeg * ½ cup Half-n-half * ½ cup Catsup * 1-1/2 pounds lean ground Beef * ½ pound ground Pork * 3 Eggs, beaten * ¾ cups dry toasted Bread Crumbs

Preheat over to 350-degrees. Sauté white & green onions, celery, carrot, green & red peppers, and garlic in butter until softened. Cool to room temperature.

Combine salt, cayenne, black & white pepper, cumin, & nutmeg – stir into cooled vegetables; add half-n-half, catsup, ground beef, pork, eggs, & crumbs: form into loaves (or loaf). Place on baking sheet (or oven rack), and bake for 45-50 minutes … or until no longer pink in center.

While meat loaf is baking, prepare gravy (recipe follows).

Cool meat loaf for 5 minutes. Remove to a cutting board. Heat juices remaining in the baking sheet on top of the stove and deglaze with gravy – scraping up any browned bits of meat loaf that are still on the bottom of the pan. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Strain sauce. Slice meat loaf (individual loaves may be sliced into 8 slices for serving). Arrange on plate with accompanying vegetables and spoon gravy over top.

==MEAT LOAF GRAVY ~Makes 1-1&½ cups

1 Tablespoon peeled & minced Shallots * 2 Tablespoons unsalted Butter * 1 pinch dried Thyme * 1 Bay Leaf * 1 pinch finely ground Black Pepper * 1 cup dry White Wine * 1 cup Veal OR Beef stock * Salt & Pepper to taste

Sauté shallot in 1 tablespoon butter, until softened, with thyme, bay leaf, & fresh black pepper. Add wine. Cook over high heat until reduced to a glaze. Add the stock and boil until reduced by half – then swirl in remaining tablespoon of butter. Use this gravy to deglaze meat loaf pan as directed above. Season gravy to taste with salt & pepper – be careful as commercially prepare stocks are often very salty already.

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==CUBE STEAK WITH MUSHROOM-SHERRY SAUCE: 

http://www.eatingwell.com/recipe/252334/cube-steak-with-mushroom-sherry-sauce/

3 medium potatoes cut in quartered pieces, and broccoli florets sprayed with Olive Oil cooking spray and placed in a 350-degree oven to bake about 45 minutes.

Oven Baked Potatoes & Broccoli.

I pan-broiled the cubed steak earlier and placed it in the ‘fridge – then placed it in the oven with the meat loaf; to reheat for my Tuesday Supper; they had the same cooking timeframe.

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==TANDOORI CHICKEN ~6 servings

Indian cooks add red dye to this dish to give it the traditional russet color (I didn't use the red dye ... and I only used half a chicken/halved recipe because there is only me to cook for - and my chest freezer - where I keep my make-ahead meals - is a small one).

TWO 2-1/2 to 3-pound Chickens, cut into serving pieces * ½ cup fresh Lime juice * 4 teaspoons Salt * 2 teaspoons Coriander seeds * 1 teaspoon Cumin seeds * 1 cup plain Yogurt * 1 Onion, peeled & cut into 1-inch pieces * 3 garlic cloves, chopped * 1 Tablespoon chopped, fresh Ginger * 1 teaspoon Cinnamon * ½ teaspoon Turmeric * 1 teaspoon (or more) dried Red Pepper flakes * ½ teaspoon Red or Orange food coloring (opt) * ¼ cup (1/2 stick) Butter, melted * ¼ teaspoon Saffron threads, crushed * Vegetable Oil

Pat chickens dry. Using a small sharp knife, cut several ½-inch-deep slits into each piece. Combine lime juice and salt; rub mixture into chicken. Place in a large nonaluminum bowl. Pour remaining juice over – let stand at room temperature 30 minutes.

Heat small skillet over medium-high heat. Add coriander & cumin seeds and toss 1 minute. Transfer seeds to a blender: add ¼ cup yogurt, onion, garlic, ginger, cinnamon & turmeric – blend to a smooth paste. Transfer to a bowl. Stir in remaining yogurt, 1 teaspoon dried pepper flakes & food coloring. Add more pepper flakes & food coloring if desired. Remove chicken from marinade. Blend yogurt into marinade. Return chicken to bowl, turning to coat. Cover and refrigerate for 24 hours.

Tandoori Chicken Yogurt Sauce

Bring chicken to room temperature. Prepare barbeque grill (high heat). Position rack 6 to 8 inches above coals. Combine butter & saffron. Drain chicken. Brush grill rack with oil. Place dark meat on grill and cook 10 minutes; brush with butter mixture. Add white meat to grill. Cook chicken until springy to touch; turning and brushing with butter mixture occasionally – about 10 more minutes.

I CHAR my meats - that is the way I LIKE it ...

Coconut flakes, Bamboo Rice & Spices.

==COCONUT RICE ~6 servings

3 cups boiling Water * 1-1/2 cups shredded fresh OR unsweetened dry Coconut * 3 Tablespoons Butter * 1 Onion, chopped * 1-1/2 cups long-grain Rice * 1 teaspoon Salt * 1 teaspoon ground Cardamom * Toasted Coconut

Pour boiling water over coconut – let stand 20 minutes; strain through double thickness of cheesecloth, squeezing to extract as much liquid as possible: reserve coconut liquid.

Melt butter in a heavy large skillet over medium high heat. Add onion & cook until golden, stirring occasionally – about 5 minutes. Add rice and stir until beginning to color – 3 to 4 minutes.

Add coconut liquid and bring to a boil; blend in salt and cardamom. Reduce heat to low, cover and cook until rice is tender and all liquid is absorbed – about 20 minutes. Garnish with toasted coconut and serve.

Wednesday’s Supper; Tandoori Chicken w-Coconut Rice. YUMMY!

1 CORINTHIANS ~Chapter 11

1 CORINTHIANS ~Chapter 11

Follow my example, even as I follow Mashiach. I want you to give you full credit, brethren, for not forgetting me, and for upholding the traditions that I passed unto you. And this I want you to understand, that the head of every man is Mashiach, the head of every woman is her husband, and the head of Mashiach is Elohim. If a man prays or prophesies with his head covered, he dishonors his head. On the other hand – if a woman prays or prophesies with her head uncovered, she dishonors her head. She might as well have her head shaven. If a woman will not wear a covering for her head, she should get her hair cut, too. But if it is a disgrace for a woman to be shorn or shaven, then she should wear a covering.

A man ought not to cover his head, for he represents the person and glory of Elohei, but a woman represents the glory of man. Man was not created from woman, but the woman from man. Indeed, man was not created for the woman’s sake, but woman for man’s sake. For this reason a woman ought to have on her head a sign of man’s authority for the angels to see. In the sight of Elohei, man is not independent of woman, and woman is not independent of man. For just as the woman was created out of man – man is born of a woman; and everything, including humankind, comes from Elohei.

But judge for yourselves: is it proper for a woman to pray to Elohim with nothing on her head? Does not nature itself teach you that it is a disgrace for a man to have long hair? But for a woman to have long hair is different; that is her pride, for her long hair is given to her as a covering. If anyone wishes to argue this matter, I can say that we have no such custom (of women going bareheaded) in any of the congregations.

And, while instructing you, let me mention one thing about which I cannot give you praise: it is this – that when you come together to worship you often do more harm than good. When you meet as a congregation, you immediately divide up into factions. This is what I hear, and I can believe it in measure. Of course, there must be some division among you, otherwise, those who are right could not be known. Another thing; when you meet together you do not come to celebrate the Lord’s Supper. Each one hastens to eat the supper that he has prepared for himself, so that one man goes away hungry and another gets too much to drink. Don’t you have homes where you can eat and drink? Or do you simply despise Elohim’s church and humiliate the poor? What ought I say to you? Praise you? No, I cannot approve.

I receive this account from Adonai Yeshua, and have given it to you: in the night in which He was betrayed, Yeshua took bread. And when He had given thanks, He broke it and gave it to His disciples, saying, “Take, eat; this is My body, which is broken for you – do this, in remembrance of Me.”

After the same manner also, when he had supped, He took the cup and, when he had given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, “All of you drink of it. This cup is the New testament in My blood, which was shed for you, and for many – for the remission of sins. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.”

For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim Adonai Yeshua’s death until He returns. Therefore, if anyone eats this bread or drinks this cup unworthily, he will be held to account for Adonai Yeshua’s body & blood. No one should eat the bread of drink the cup unless he has first examined himself; for if one eats or drinks unworthily, he eats or drinks judgment on himself: not recognizing Adonai Yeshua’s body. Because of this indifference, many of you are feeble and sickly, and some have died. But, if we examined ourselves carefully, we should escape this misfortune. And in case Elohim passes sentence on us, He disciplines us to save us if possible from being condemned along with the wicked world. So, brethren, when you come to celebrate the Lord’s Supper, wait for one another. Those of you who are hungry should first eat your meal at home, so that your celebration will not bring His condemnation on you. There are other questions which I shall try to settle in person when I come.

**1 CORINTHIANS 10: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/09/1-corinthians-chapter-10.html