The Amish Kitchen

I am writing this on the last day of March. Will April bring us nice days? We will accept what we get. My husband, Joe, planted peas and radishes in the garden, so we will wait and see if it grows garden goodies. It sounds so good.

We had our first meal of dandelion salad this spring — yum. With steamed potatoes and fresh grilled ham, it was a good meal. I was surprised at how many dandelion greens I could find already.

Rhubarb is coming up, and soon asparagus will be popping through the soil. Joe also started some seeds in trays and hopes they will do well to plant in our garden once it warms up.

Everyone is still at home because of the coronavirus. Son Benjamin, 20, drove our horse and buggy to town to the bank and then also picked up a few groceries. So many items are limited, but we have managed so far. With everyone being home, a lot of neglected jobs are getting done. It does take a little more meal planning with everyone being home all day.

The boys raked our yard and power-washed our paved driveway. Everything looks so fresh and clean. I love to admire the fresh look of everything at the beginning of spring. The grass is getting greener each day. We also had a thunder storm one evening — another sure sign spring is here.

Son Kevin, 14, still is doing his school work here at home. Daughter Lovina has been tutoring him when he needs help. He said he wishes he could be at school. This is his last year of school. I never thought something such as this would happen, which I’m sure everyone feels right now.

This month, 16 years ago, we made the move from Indiana to Michigan. We brought our horses, Diamond and Itty Bit, along. Six days after we were here, Itty Bit had a foal, and we named her Ginger. We don’t have Diamond and Itty Bit anymore, but it is hard to believe Ginger is 16.

At the time, our oldest daughter, Elizabeth, was only 9. She turned 10 that June. Joseph was the youngest child until Lovina was born in May. Now, Elizabeth is a mother to three sweet little children. Susan was 8 years old and now has two sweet little children of her own.

We have so much fun with our grandchildren. Each one is special to us. Abigail, 3, picked some flowers for me one day, and I put them in a little cup of water. She looked so proud that I liked my flowers. I am not even sure if they are flowers or some kind of weed, but it’s the thought that counts. My daughters laughed about it, saying they wonder if I actually kept their “flowers” that long. It does almost seem as though you take more time for your grandchildren. Maybe it’s because you don’t have to be a parent to them, and you still get a good night’s sleep when they go home. Whatever it is, I love my children just as much and pray each day they will lead a life with God.

May each one of you stay safe and healthy. God will provide if we trust in him. We know God doesn’t make mistakes, so there is a reason for this pandemic although we do not understand it at the moment. Trust and believe and have faith. God bless, and good night to all.

Lovina’s Amish Kitchen is written by Lovina Eicher, Old Order Amish writer, cook, wife and mother of eight. Readers can write to Eicher at P.O. Box 1689, South Holland, IL 60473 (please include a self-addressed stamped envelope for a reply), or email LovinasAmishKitchen@MennoMedia.org, and your message will be passed on to her to read. She does not personally respond to emails.

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