With apricots, cardamon, carrots and leeks.

I got a new LC braiser and then dug out my old Molly Stevens cookbook. I have never had a Boston Butt pork roast before. So I went to my locoal butcher to get a fresh one and not one that was prepackaged. That was after reading about how to buy pork in her cookbook. I have also never tied a roast before. The butcher gave me enough twine to do it. The flavor was very good and the meat was moist and tender. It was very good! I would make another one.

Before searing it and putting it in the oven.

God & an Old Timer Knife

Cool & true story, please read. Sunday, March 3rd, 2024

Last summer I took down a long section of barbed wire fence on our property. Later on I noticed that I was missing a small pocket knife that I always carry. It’s very small, closed it comes in at 2 ¾ inch. I liked it because it did almost all the jobs I needed it to do and it didn’t take up much room in my pocket.

I looked all around the house and in all our chairs – nothing. Then, I figured I might have lost it while kneeling down and unhooking all the strands of barbed wire from the T-posts.

After I had taken the fence down I mowed the grass and weeds short along the stretch where the fence had been. So, I went out and looked back and forth along that section several times finding nothing.

That section is along the edge of our property on the perimeter that I always walk with our dogs. Every time I walk them I go slow along there looking down, back and forth searching for the knife.

Today I did the same thing because the snow is gone, the grass is tamped down from the winter’s snow and hasn’t started to grow yet. I got about ¾ of the way through that area and stopped. Again, nothing. This time, I started to pray. I talk with God a lot but I had never actually taken the time to mention the knife. So I prayed something like this, “Lord, I know that little knife is pretty insignificant, but I really liked it, and if I lost it in this area, please help me to find it.” Simple, short.

I opened my eyes, took two steps, looked down and there it was off to my left about two feet away. It was rusted and open with the small blade out. Coincidence? I don’t think so!

Picture one is the fenceline.
Two is the Old Timer knife.
Three is it after cleaning it off.
Four is the Old Timer compared to the other one my grandfather had given me, yellow and though still small, it takes up a lot more room in my pocket.

Moral of the story – Always ask for God’s help FIRST, no matter how insignificant you think the problem might be.