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Do you long for simpler days? Do you wish you had the time to offer your family home-grown meals? Does your heart cry for a quiet place in this fast-paced world? Blogger and homesteader Melissa K. Norris inspires with practical and easy methods to help you cook from scratch, garden, preserve your own food, and see God's fingerprints in your everyday busy life. You'll learn how to plan, plant, and harvest for eating and preserving; troubleshoot common gardening problems with natural solutions; and improve your family's health with natural cooking and cleaning methods. Whether you live in the middle of the asphalt jungle or on the side of a mountain, you can experience the pioneer lifestyle and start your own homesteading journey. Because when you surround yourself with things made from the hand of God, you can't help but see Him.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers, Inc.
Date de parution	01 février 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736965354
Langue	English

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HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
All Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version , NIV . Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
Cover by Harvest House Publishers Inc.
Cover photos Perkus, enviromantic, Julia_Sudnitskaya / iStock
Published in association with the literary agency of WordServe Literary Group, Ltd., www.wordserveliterary.com .
THE MADE-FROM-SCRATCH LIFE
Copyright 2016 Melissa K. Norris
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Norris, Melissa K., 1981-
The made-from-scratch life / Melissa K. Norris.
pages cm
Includes index.
ISBN 978-0-7369-6534-7 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-6535-4 (eBook)
1. Home economics. 2. Home-Religious aspects-Christianity. I. Title.
TX147.N825 2016
640-dc23
2015021173
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Dedication
To my husband, who has fully embraced this way of life and my forays into making everything from scratch (even the flops), and supported my dream of being a writer when I didn t believe in myself. This wouldn t be possible without you.
Contents
Dedication
1. Grow
2. Harvest
3. Preserve
Cinnamon Apples
Fruit Leather
Applesauce
Strawberry Jam
Old-Fashioned Blackberry Jelly
Red Raspberry and Currant Jelly
Pickled Garlic
Pickled Asparagus
4. Cook
Homemade White Sauce/Gravy or Condensed Cream of Soup Replacement
Honey Whole Wheat Buttermilk Sandwich Bread Recipe
Homemade Cornbread
Homemade Tortillas
Trayer Wilderness Favorite Gluten-Free Bread Recipe
Homemade Yogurt
Homemade Bone Broth or Stock
Ham and Bean Soup
Homemade Refried Beans
Hillbilly Beans
Sausage and Potato Soup
Grandma s Chocolate Mayo Cake
Caramel Frosting
Cream Cheese Frosting
Upside-Down Upright Apple Cake
Grandma s Flaky Pastry
Grandma s Apple Pasties
From-Scratch Chicken Pot Pie
5. Clean
Homemade Citrus All-Purpose Cleaner
Homemade Lotion Bar
All-Purpose Soothing Salve
From-Scratch Sugar Body Scrub
Bentonite Herbal Facial Scrub/Mask
Homemade Hair Rinse and Scalp Treatment
Homemade Moisturizing Hair Mask
Homemade Face Moisturizer
6. Prepare
Homemade Liquid Laundry Detergent
7. Livestock
8. Traditions
Easy Chocolate Ganache
Dinner Rolls
Raspberry Cream Whip
Old-Fashioned Apple Pie
Homemade Vanilla Extract
Homemade Mint Extract
Acknowledgments
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About the Author
About the Publisher
Chapter 1

Grow
Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
J OHN 15:4-5
Growing your own food is rewarding on so many levels. I think everyone should try to grow some of their own food. You may not have been born into a gardening family, but I promise you, you can become a gardener. Of course, there s a learning curve and there might be frustrations along the way. In fact, if you don t run into some sort of conundrum I d be surprised. Anything worth doing will make you forge on ahead and over problems, and gardening is no different. This chapter contains my best tips for helping to curb those pitfalls as much as possible. Like anything in life, you ll continue to learn more every year you garden.
Each area and climate zone will have its own unique challenges and requirements. We won t cover everything here that you may come up against, but this will give you a good base and hopefully highlight areas for seasoned gardeners to look at as well.

V arying shades of green and brown, like a crocheted afghan, lay out before me. Birds twittered. Our chickens scratched the spring grass, searching for a tasty bite. All seemed normal in our small section of the foothills.
Two days before, a devastating landslide had ripped through one of our neighboring communities. Homes were swept away, lives ended, loved ones went missing among the old-growth trees that toppled and snapped like toothpicks in mud.
We live in a small mountain town, though by saying town , I m being generous. We have a post office, a gas station, and a bar. That s it. The nearest stoplight is 40-plus miles away. And we like it that way, we really do.
A volunteer fire department also serves as our ambulance crew and emergency medical technicians. They respond to every emergency in our area-medical, fire, or anything else. My husband is one of those volunteers and an EMT.
Saturday morning his pager went off. We were in the middle of pruning our grapevines, but we re used to the interruption of the beep and static from his pager, followed by a message explaining the situation. When he left, I never dreamed what he would face or what would unfold in the following days.
The report came in of a mudslide covering the highway. Apparently there was a roof in the middle of the road. We d had a mudslide take out our power and close the highway down about five years ago. I envisioned the same sort of thing.
This wasn t the case. Upon arrival, a sea of mud over 16 feet deep covered the road and valley. The mountain had been sheared off, leaving a gaping wound of raw dirt. Homes were jumbled among the wreckage. People were buried beneath the broken mountainside.
My husband and his team were some of the first ones in on the east side of the slide. In order to keep above the mudflow and avoid needing rescuing themselves, they had to step on logs or other bits of debris.
For two hours they rescued and recovered people from the ruins. Then the slide became too unstable, and officials evacuated them from the area they were working.
News started trickling in about the severity of the slide. We could only get snippets of details. This was no small mudslide. Almost half of the mountain had slid. Waves of mud, logs, trees, and water over a square mile wide slammed into more than 50 homes. In places, it was over 20 feet deep. The landslide was so large, it actually stopped the river. Talk of flash flooding and evacuations began.
People were being pulled from the wreckage and airlifted to hospitals. Reports of a baby and child being rescued filtered through.
I tried to leave the computer, to go about our day, but like a hummingbird to syrup, I couldn t stop checking the news. The only prayer I could push out was a sporadic, Jesus, please be with these people. Help them.
The phone rang. It was my husband, and I gripped the phone. How is it?
Not good. The river is backing up, and the area s not stable. They re evacuating us from this area of the slide. I don t know if I ll be home tonight. Don t hold dinner; put the chickens up. My phone battery is dying. I love you.
I love you. Be careful.
He disconnected.
I sat there for a moment, unable to put down the phone. What was happening? Were the rescuers safe? Not only was my husband on the rescue team, but my neighbors, people I grew up with, lifelong friends.
My children asked when their father was coming home. They know when Daddy is out on a call, he s gone to help someone, but these calls usually last no more than a few hours. It had already been five.
What should I tell them? How much should I share? The urge to gloss it over tempted me, but the need to be honest was bigger.
There was a big mudslide, and Daddy went to help pull people out of it. It s really large, and a lot of people need help.
My four-year-old stared at me. Then we should pray to Jesus.
Her words rippled over me. I d been worried about how they would react, but evidence of the faith I prayed would grow in them shone through like the August sun. You re right. We should.
My children and I held hands, a small circle of three in our living room, and we prayed out loud. We prayed for safety, for guidance, and for protection. They went back outside to play.
I stood in the living room, staring at where we d prayed together. Of all the lessons I teach my children, I pray the ones of faith will be the ones that stick. My goal is to be an example, to lift them up and encourage them. On this day, in this moment, it was they who lifted me up. They showed me at their tender ages they already know what to do in a crisis. Pray.
Prayer is such a simple act. It s one we often forget to lead with. But the older I get, the more I realize the simple things are usually the most powerful.
The day wore on. I found myself checking the news updates online more often than I should. My heart dropped to the floor.
They d lost contact with one of the rescue crews.
My legs shook. I called my husband s phone. Straight to voicemail. My throat tightened. False alarm, the crew was fine. Words of sweet relief on the screen.
I collapsed into my computer chair. He was safe. My husband was safe. But so many other wives husbands weren t. They were buried in the mud.
Tears burned. The enormity crashed over me. Jesus. The only name I could utter. Be with them, be with us.
Supper came and went. I managed to get the spaghetti on the table and