"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Monday, October 21, 2013
Allergen Free Sweet Potato Apple Stir Fry
Boy was this a hit. I made a quick stir fry for our allergic-to-everything two year old the other night. It was really kind of an accident. I had a sweet potato that was on the verge of drying out and an apple that had a small spot that was threatening to grow and it occurred to me to put the two together. I sauteed the sweet potato in olive oil for quite awhile first to get it mostly cooked, then added a very expensive locally made polish sausage link. (For those of you familiar with the area, it was a Kronski. They are one of the few processed meats that don't contain corn syrup, which he is allergic to). I added the apples and sauteed until they were starting to soften, along with a handful of dried cranberries. I used a large sweet potato and a large apple, and he ate it over three meals. The first was served as you see it, then after that I cooked up some rice pasta and tossed that in. I'll definitely make this again.
I'm a born again believer in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ the Son of God. I am a very happily married wife and a homeschooling mom of five of the greatest kids in the world. We live in a little mountain town in Wyoming, which we love. I enjoy reading and studying God's Word, homeschooling my treasures from Heaven, sewing and doing all sorts of crafts.
Shelter~"That which covers or defends from injury or annoyance. The state of being covered and protected; protection; security. He that defends or guards from danger. To cover from violence, injury, annoyance or attack. To defend; to protect from danger; to secure or render safe; to harbor."
"The Bible calls debt a curse and children a blessing; but in our culture, we apply for a curse and reject blessings. Something is wrong with this picture." Doug Phillips
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:3
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow... For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow... So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep... I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!!
You may have tangible wealth untold: Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be - I had a Mother who read to me. ~ Stricklan Gillilan