I know. Only I would combine the two and create such a morbid title. My oldest son, the wise Ink, says I'm morbid these days. (This comes from the same guy who wants me to watch fight scenes from Ip Man, a martial arts film. And he thinks I'm the morbid one? ) Yet, my four year old, writes me notes describing me as a "happy Mama." Who are you gonna believe?
Perhaps I'm not morbid. I just have sharper vision and a better understanding of the brevity of life. AND, I know what hymns I want sung at my funeral, and I know that I want everyone to wear a shade of pink. :)
On to the happy thought, first.
I'm a tea girl myself, BUT, there's something wonderful about the aroma of cider floating through the house. I love that this version can be done in the coffee pot.
We even invested in an extra one to use only for cider. I made a second pot using the same mix, and it still tasted great. You can always add a bit of sugar to the mix the second time around if you prefer.
Fill water reservoir with 2 quarts apple cider. In basket lined with filter, place (yes, all of this fits!)
an orange, cut in wedges
1/4 c. brown sugar,packed
1/4 tsp. salt
1 cinnamon stick
1/2 tsp. whole allspice
1 tsp. whole cloves
dash of nutmeg
and BREW away.
Now to the sadder part....it's ok if you leave now. I won't hold it against you.
Today is the 6 month anniversary of my Dad's death. Sunday was the 2 month mark since Michele died, and yesterday was 2 months since I miscarried. I feel a bit sheepish about posting something so common as a recipe...BUT, I know my Dad would have loved to have tasted this cider, and Michele, well, she would have been making this one for her family. And me..I'm fighting for that JOY, and making cider in a coffee pot is just one way I'm doing it.
Death has always been all around me. It's around all of us. I just see it more clearly now. We're all dying every day. Some faster. Some slower. It's everywhere I look. But there's that fleshly part of me that wants to ask the LORD if we can pause for a minute, that wants to make the case that I've met my death quota for the year (and maybe next year, too).
And yes, I know that He doesn't give us more than we can bear, and I know that these precious saints are with Him and rejoicing. These thoughts have kept me centered many days.
Just remember that all of your everyday moments are gifts. Making your bed and changing diapers and washing clothes and cooking dinner, and yes, brewing some warm apple cider for the ones you love. So, enjoy sipping some of this with your own sweethearts and thank God for the gift of the little things that we'll later look back on and realize were very big things.
"Let all those that seek Thee rejoice and be glad in Thee: let such as love Thy salvation say continually, The LORD be magnified. But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God."
~Psalm 40:16, 17
Much love,
Trisha