Quick & simple peach cobbler

My sweet neighbor gifted us with the option to pick as many peaches as we’d like.

Let me advise that this recipe is not for the health conscious. Sometimes it feels good to chow down on some sugary sweetness.

My kids picked bags and bags full of peaches. The chickens got some. We ate a ton. Yet I was left with quite the peach supply. And I hate to waste anything. Especially free produce!

So I whipped up this delicious and quite simple peach cobbler in my beloved skillet. Skillet cooking makes everything better. The less dishes the better too 😉

Ingredients

5-6 peaches peeled (I skipped the peeling I wasn’t in the mood for the full peach bath)

I use thieves by Young Living to clean all of our fruits and vegetables and even eggs!

1 cup melted butter

1 cup sugar (I substituted with coconut sugar it’s all I had)

1/2 cup flour

3 Tbsp brown sugar

1/4 cup milk

Directions:

Slice and peel if desired all the peaches. Put them into the skillet. Pour melted butter over the top.

In a separate bowl combine flour, white sugar, milk in a bowl. Stir well pour over peach and butter mixture. Sprinkle with brown sugar.

Bake for one hour at 375.

It was as easy as that.

And so very tasty. The chickens enjoyed the leftovers as well!

Hope you enjoy as much as we did!

Autism & Wandering – One moms worries

My husband and I were having a debate this evening.

And the topic of our youngest being a wanderer and our concerns for her as parents came up.

We both don’t want to be overbearing, or controlling but with a child with an Autism diagnosis the truth behind kids with Autism wandering off is it actually is a big scary thing for a parent.

I know for both of us even on a daily basis we worry about her. She wanders far less now that she has gotten older, but she also has the sweetest most trusting little soul. Sometimes she gets lost in thought and will wander into the arms of just about anyone.

She has minimal boundaries with people she doesn’t know.

We talk about strangers. We try to instill safety into her teachings but sometimes when lost in thought or what we call zonked somewhere else she wanders off.

And it’s fucking scary for a parent.

There’s no hiding behind that truth.

One day I picked HBE up after ballet and noticed her zonked expression as she wandered off towards the door even after I called her name and waved to show where we were waiting.

When they are away from me I get pretty bad anxiety. I worry probably more than most parents.

But for an understandable reason. I think.

I hope as she grows older and socially matures I hope my worries grow less. And with age comes a maturity and understanding for danger.

Her wandering goes in phases.

She has an ability to slip off within what feels like seconds leaving us all in a panic looking for her.

Our property is fenced in which gives me a huge piece of mind.

But I’m grateful she doesn’t wander daily. I don’t think my nerves could take it.

Maria

My kids are the biggest fans of The Book of Life.

So it’s only fitting that are newest goat member goes by Maria.

This sweet little beauty has joined our mini farm.

Goats are social animals and do best with a friend or two. After Gus was sent to heaven we needed to find Randy someone to spend his days with.

We have sweet friends that also have their own little ranch. So it was easy to add this gem to our mini farm.

She has the sweetest blue eyes. And a gentle demeanor.

Once her nerves dissipate I think she will find that she found a loving little farm to spend her days weed eating.

I am not sold on my ability to be a farm animal owner.

I can’t stand the heartbreak when something goes wrong.

But seeing the joy on the kids faces makes it all worth it.

Welcome home Maria.

Demise of Social Media

I’ve found that I have zero interest in social media.

Deleting apps off my phone has given me a newfound peace. More focus on things I enjoy.

I don’t care to see the latest selfie. The latest look what I’m doing. Or worse shame post.

I noticed I lost interest in social media when it became more about how shitty can I make someone else feel by posting the latest asinine comments. And how many more booty shots can we all see. Just because you display your body on Instagram it doesn’t make you a model.

I have friends on social media I adore. When I do take the time to go on Facebook or Instagram it’s to like people’s posts I genuinely like. To catch up on friends and family.

I think what started as a way to share with friends and family quickly turned into something else.

The demise of social media started with politics. Then shaming. Everyone seems to be a warrior behind their keyboards.

I see it on local groups. Acquaintances posts.

Political differences ravaging friendships and families.

In a world so easily offended social media is like pouring salt on a wound.

I feel like I’ve grown out of posting. What I used to enjoy I’ve started to loathe.

I’d rather have a friend or family member text me photos of their lives. I enjoy blogging there is so much more behind a photo. A story to share. A feeling to discuss.

So I still have my social media accounts. Until I find the time to print my beloved photos I’ve shared. Then I will delete it for good.

But I’ve taken a stance against WCW, MCM, social media has become the latest joke.

I started noticing moms posting some seriously staged photos. No one cooks with their kids in their kitchens while getting the perfect photo. That’s just not reality.

When I bake with my kids. There is usually a massive mess, sometimes arguing, and I’m never dressed in matching clothes with a fake smile on my face while doing it. That’s not reality. Yet millions of people flock to these posts. Trying to replicate this false idea of perfection.

Happiness isn’t created online with random strangers liking posts that aren’t reality.

Life is meant to be lived.

Taking a social media break has really given me a different perspective.

Freed up a lot of time.

Time for me to continue writing my own books. Time to enjoy and sometimes struggle with the demands of life. Just because their isn’t a post it doesn’t mean someone isn’t living their best life. Odds are they are living a better life than those plastered with a fake smile.

I wonder if people started living their lives instead of posting about it. Would society be happier?

If you have been feeling that you’ve outgrown social media maybe it’s time to take a break.

Live your life. Who cares who knows about it.

Danielle

Farm life heartbreak

Today I had to experience first hand death of a farm animal.

What started as an ordinary day quickly went very wrong. One of our Nigerian dwarf goats was suffering from urinary calculi. It was immediate and sudden. He was suffering and in excruciating pain. As the day went on his suffering continued.

My husband works long hours leaving me to make big decisions alone sometimes.

Today was that day.

Anyone who knows me. Knows that I love animals probably too much. My heart can’t take much heartbreak.

But as the day went on sweet Gus began to suffer unbearable pain.

With no vet available and the prognosis so grim I had to mercy kill my sweet Gus.

I’ve never killed an animal.

I’ll be honest I was nervous. I prayed over sweet Gus before. His goat crying was to much for my heart to handle. And so I sent him on his way to heaven.

I like to imagine all animals happy in heaven. Eating all their favorite things.

Frolicking.

Today opened my eyes to the fact that I’m too sensitive for this farm life.

I can’t stand to watch anything suffer. I never want to play God and choose to end a life.

But today I was faced with no better choice.

It was quick and I hope painless.

Has anyone started their homesteading journey to realize they aren’t cut out for certain aspects.

I never would have thought that I’d have to mercy kill one of my sweet beloved animals. I adored that sweet animal and his silly gentle nature. He will be so missed.

15 minute Peach & Yellow Tomato Salsa

I love using things from the garden. I love that we have peach trees in our neighborhood. We also have a few trees in our yard but they aren’t producing much this year. (Hopefully the magic chicken poop will get things growing for next year)

Anyways. I went out this morning to probably 50 ripe tomatoes. I also have about 80 peaches from my neighbors trees he so kindly let us take.

So I decided why not try out some peach salsa.

I’m honestly not the type of cook that measures things out perfectly. I don’t really count either just go by sight but for this in order to share I decided to write as I went.

Peach Tomato Salsa

1 1/2 cups small yellow tomatoes (you could use red, yellow is just what I had ready to pick this morning)

6 peaches peeled.

6 garlic cloves

1/2 yellow onion (mine was really large)

2 drops Young Living Lemon Essential Oil

2 TBSP honey

1-2 leaves lemon balm

I didn’t have any cilantro but I’d imagine that adds a little kick I just can’t stand the taste.

1/2 cup jalapeños (optional)

Directions

First make sure to peel the peaches. I chose to boil them first.

Once the water is boiling add in the peaches for 30 seconds

Then immediately place them in an ice bath.

Then the skins should come right off without a knife.

I still used a knife so somewhere I must have messed up. The skins came of easy but not without a knife to get them started.

Then cut up each item small enough to fit into the food processor.

My food processor is tiny. So I had to do it this way.

I added all items into the bowl once they were finished getting chopped. Added two drops of Young Living Lemon Essential Oil and mixed gently with a wooden spoon.

I had the kids helping so they turned out a tad more puréed than I had planned but that is life of a mama.

Store in an airtight container for up to 5 days.

I hope you enjoy!

Suffocation

Have you ever had a dream where you are suffocating?

Only to wake gasping for air. Realizing you have been holding your breath in your sleep?

That’s how depression and anxiety feel for me.

Like I’m suffocating. Those around me stealing my breath. Until there’s no breath left and I’m left to either scream or claw my way out. Demanding my own breath back.

Depression and anxiety are ugly. But with my depression and anxiety comes a compassion and a need to help others. It’s a slippery slope and one I’m working on boundaries with.

The more I give of myself the less I have left of me.

When you are sliding down the black of hole depression what helps pull you back to the surface?

Is it friendship? A spouse? An addiction?

I have a depression toolbox that I use. No one thing works each time.

For me first accepting that this is how I feel in this moment is where I start.

Then I start grabbing shit from toolbox maybe its a joint, a bible verse, an essential oil. Maybe it’s running in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it’s crying for a solid hour before I get my life back together and move on.

Depression is tricky. And I used to mask it with a prescription medication. But all it did was prolong the suffering.

Now I give it to God. I use my toolkit. I allow myself to feel this way because it’s a valid feeling. Depression and anxiety will suffocate you if you allow them to. It’s a daily struggle.

One that can’t be cured with a tiny little pill. I don’t know that there truly is a cure. I think as time goes on at least for me I have learned to acknowledge my feelings. Allow myself to be depressed over a certain situation. But not for long. Then I move on.

Depression doesn’t define me. It’s just a piece to my life, and small hiccup in my makeup. Life has humbled me, but it’s also broken my heart so many times that it makes sense that I suffer from depression and anxiety.

Do you find that your depression comes and goes? Is it a daily struggle?