Wheat Rolls

Mix in a large bowl:
3 1/2 cups of warm water
1/2-3/4 cup of honey
1 cup of oil
4 tablespoons of dry yeast

Then add:
3 eggs
1tablespoon of salt
10-10 1/2 cups of flour( any combo of white and/or wheat)

Knead about 5 min. Shape into rolls. Put on an ungreased pan and let rise for 10-20 min.
Bake for 9-10 min @ 425 F.
This will make a cookie tray very full. You might need two, it depends on the size you make your rolls.
We call it fred bread because everyone in our church fell in love with it after I made them for a carry in dinner. My nickname is fred, so the church family just called it fred bread. Honestly, I don't remember the original title so your welcome to rename it if you want. The rolls are easy to make and quite delicious I hope you enjoy them!

New Template

Sorry for changing the looks of Fred's Corner without any warning! :)
But what do you think?

Sweet and Sticky

Did you know that honey is nectar mixed with the enzymes in a honey bees stomach and regurgitated into honey comb! In other words, honey is bee vomit!
However, it still tastes good and is extremely good for you, but I won't go into all that in this post. :) Actually, I posted today to tell you that we have started our spring honey harvest! We took 3 supers of honey off of our hives 2 weeks ago and started spinning it out last night. So far we have about...3 gallons! We aren't done spinning yet, so I'll tell you the final number later! For now I need to wash the stickiness off the dining room floor, and table, and chairs so we can eat lunch. :)
Have a blessed day!
~Nicky

Beautiful Give Away!

What good, christian girl could say no to a a modest skirt pattern? Definitely not me!
I don't usually participate in giveaways because it's too much hassle, but, there's a first time for everything, right! :)
You can hop in on the fun too! Just visit THIS gorgeous blog and follow the steps!
Enjoy and have fun!
Living life to the fullest, ~Nicky 

The Charge of the Light Brigade

The Charge of The Light Brigade is about the British Light Cleverly Brigade as their infantry of 670 men valiantly rode into the "Valley of Death" in an effort to hinder the Russian guns from moving forward. The Brigade accomplished their goal, but not without a price. Just over 100 men came "back from the mouth of Hell".
There are many possible reasons why the brigade would attempt such a seemingly impossible task, and several will argue whether the action was good or bad. There are also several different applications of the poem. It  can be compared to the christian life as they journey through this sin cursed world, or to the life of a young person trying to survive puberty, or a modern day soldier defending his country and what she stands for, or it could apply to an individual experiencing a very difficult period of time in their life. However you want to look at it, remember, the Light Brigade won the victory, but not without a cost.

          The Charge of The Light Brigade

  

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

"Forward the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!" he said:

Into the valley of Death 

Rode the six hundred.

"Forward the Light Brigade!"

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier new

Someone had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death 

rode the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,

Cannon to the left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley'd and thundered;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

Boldly the rode and well,

 Into the jaws of death,

Into mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare'

Flashed as they turned in air,

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wondered:

Plunged in the battery smoke

Right through the lines they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reel'd from the sabre stroke

Shattered and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not,

Not the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,

Cannon to the left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred.

By--Alfred Lord Tennyson 

Where I'm From

I am from warm fireplaces, where love and grief are shared,

From the clothesline out back and the bookshelf in the corner.

I am from mobile homes, old homes, brick, and stone houses,

With the laughter of children and fragrance of the season in the air.

I am from the sweet gum with the rope swing on one side and tire swing on the other.

I'm from the rose bush,

Whose fragrant blossoms I remember.

Though gone, long ago.

I am from the Easter get together and handmade quilt,

From Great Grandma's calloused hands and Grandpa's tomato patch.

I'm from stubborn folks and hard working family,

And from a smile an a rainy day.

From, "Do unto others as you would have them do for you."

And "be serious with God and He'll be serious with you".

I'm from the birthday stomp dance.

I am from the hills of Missouri and songs of the Cherokee Indians,

Pork chops with mashed 'taters and pumpkin pie.

From my mother's broken home and ruined life,

That our merciful Saviour rescued her from.

From photo albums and keep sake boxes,

Stored in bookshelves and bedroom closets.

I am a hodge-podge of many things,

Rooted in happiness and heartache.

Family that makes you stronger, and A God, too great for words,

Whose given me these roots I cherish.

This is the poem I wrote for our assignment from poetry class this week. All my family liked it, so I thought I'd share!

A Berry Good Day

It's blackberry season! And yesterday was our first harvest! We smothered ourselves in bug spray and trekked into the woods to pick the wild black berries that are coming ripe. In 2 hours, with 4 of us picking, we picked 2 gallons of blackberries.We were picking thorns out of our thumbs the rest of the day, but when we think of the jelly we'll have this summer all those little pains are forgotten. :)
Now we will keep picking them every other few days until mama has enough to make to lots of jelly and a few gallons in the freezer for winter use. Then, if this year yields a good berry harvest, we might be able to sell a few in our neighborhood!