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Country Folks Will Survive

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If you are reading this then congratulations, you are a 2020 survivor! The road ahead is still a little on the scary side. In fact, I wish someone would figure out how to turn the light back on at the end of the tunnel. The official mascot of 2020 was the racoon; always wears a mask, compulsively washes hands and if you rearrange the letters it spells corona.

It’s hard to predict, plan or look forward to the new year ahead. One thing is for sure, twenty years from now this country will be run by people who were homeschooled by day drinkers. I’ve seen the post “It may take a village to raise a child, but it will take a vineyard to homeschool one. In fact, I saw a woman scraping the “My Kid is a Terrific Student” sticker off the back of her minivan, I guess homeschooling isn’t going so well for her. Maybe when school does reopen parents will have a new appreciation for their children’s teachers.

Where did 2020 take a wrong turn? A bat snack in China rocked our world. In January there were seven coronavirus cases reported in the US, February twenty four cases, March one hundred, eighty eight thousand, seven hundred and twenty four cases were reported. That was when the line was drawn and the country shut down. We ran out of toilet paper, and hand sanitizer. Joe Exotic aka The Tiger King, was our largest source of entertainment. I don’t think it’s official yet but we all know; Carol Baskins killed her husband, whacked him and fed him to the tigers. Face masks became mandatory and political. Hypochondriacs have stopped stressing over their brain tumors, they are now convinced their Oklahoma allergies have morphed into covid and will surely die before this is over. Essentials went to work everyday. While non-essentials remained at home to work remotely, where pants were optional. The rest of the day they were trapped inside their homes, where they began planning renovations.  Your local lumber, hardware, appliance and gardening store became the only store in town where it was ok to gather, unofficially.

Common sense is treading new waters: People are outside in the fresh air walking down the street, wearing face masks. People driving alone in their cars are wearing face masks. People are wearing face masks on their chins. If I am in a tight group of people I will respectively wear my mask, out of courtesy. But I can’t handle wearing the mask for very long, I tend to hold my breath then I get light headed, that triggers anxiety, that triggers an instant headache, because of some other issues I have, so I go out of my way to avoid places where I have to wear a mask. My life is altered out of respect for others not out of fear

I am not making light of the pandemic. It’s seriously bad news to a lot of people. So is the flu. Maybe through it all we as a society will have developed a better sense of personal hygiene. Pre 2020 I really had to talk myself through buffets and arm myself with hand sanitizer at the table, but this year my favorite chinese food buffet supplies disposable gloves for trips to the food bar. I seriously was very impressed with the idea! But as I headed for the dessert bar, I spotted a guy wearing his gloves while gnawing on some chicken wings. I think he missed the point. Some restaurants require customers to wear a mask to enter the building, but upon arrival at your seat, it’s ok to remove your mask. Once you get to your table the invisible shield that surrounds each table is activated and you are safe to enjoy your meal and friendly conversation.  

No doubt 2020 was the most painful year of our lifetime. It seemed to touch every aspect of life as we know it. Fresh on my mind was how it affected some families holiday’s. It was suggested to limit gatherings to ten people. Funerals were allowed to host a group of thirty. I know some families spent the holidays having a funeral for their pet turkey, refreshments were provided. Bar’s must close at 11:00pm. Does the virus get stronger around midnight? Another thing that has me scratching my head are the three suggestions from the CDC for safe holiday family gatherings: 1) Avoid singing and shouting 2) Keep music levels down 3) Limit alcohol. Let’s decipher these points. Singing and shouting might put extra saliva into the air, saliva is a carrier for any type of virus, alright, I can buy that. Keep music levels down, well this is a stretch but maybe they are concerned with the song “Sweet Caroline” spilling into the air. We all know that touching hands, reaching out, touching me, touching you could spread the virus. Limit alcohol, honestly all kinds of communicable diseases have been spread where alcohol is poured freely, so we will count that one as a legit good idea, too!

 But seriously folks, let’s all have a little faith, and not live in fear. We were not created to live in fear but to live a full life. Let’s all raise a toast to a new year, where love knows no limits, where freedom is appreciated, where grace and mercy reign and world peace has been achieved. Let’s not look back at 2020, let’s keep our eyes looking forward and pray our country remains the greatest place to live. Here at the end of this dirt road, we will always be Christ following, gun toting, flag waving, country music listening, hardworking, essential country folks!

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A Better Fire Pit Season

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By Ann Asher

The first cool evenings of September make sitting outside sound good again. After months of Oklahoma heat, a fire pit, a few chairs and an evening outdoors can finally feel inviting.

Before you strike the match, take a few minutes to make sure your fire pit area is ready for fall.

Start with location. Set a fire pit on a level, noncombustible surface such as concrete, brick or patio blocks, not directly on dry grass or other vegetation. The National Fire Protection Association recommends keeping fire pits at least 10 feet from anything that can burn, including decks, siding, fences, overhanging branches and outdoor structures.

That distance matters even more after a dry summer. Even when evenings cool down, dormant grass, fallen leaves and other dry vegetation can catch a spark fast. Clear leaves, sticks and other debris from around the pit before you use it, and skip the fire on windy evenings.

Check whether your county or town has burn restrictions in place. Drought can linger well into fall, and local rules may change with fire danger. A fire that was fine one weekend may be a bad idea the next if conditions have worsened.

For wood-burning pits, use clean, dry, seasoned firewood. Don’t burn trash, treated lumber or painted wood. Never use gasoline or other flammable liquids to start or relight a fire. Commercial fire starters or ordinary kindling are much safer.

Once the fire is going, keep it manageable. A backyard fire pit doesn’t need to become a bonfire to keep you warm. Smaller fires are easier to control, throw fewer embers and are much easier to put out at the end of the evening.

Keep children and pets well away from the pit, and set chairs far enough back that no one sits directly over the heat or in the path of sparks. The NFPA recommends a three-foot child-free zone around the fire.

Look at what else is nearby before everyone settles in. Blankets, loose clothing, outdoor cushions and even the stack of firewood beside the pit can become hazards if they sit too close.

Keep a way to put out the fire within reach. A garden hose, a bucket of water or a shovel and dirt can all work, depending on your fire pit. Never leave a fire unattended, even if it seems to be dying down.

When the evening is over, make sure the fire is completely out. For a wood fire, water the coals, stir them and water them again until no heat, glow or flame remains. Let ashes cool completely, then store them in a metal container with a secure lid, away from anything that can burn.

A fire pit doesn’t need much to become one of the best parts of fall. A safe spot, a little preparation and a manageable fire are usually all it takes. Then all that’s left is finding a comfortable chair and enjoying an Oklahoma evening that is finally cool enough to stay outside.

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Canning 101

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By NTFR Staff

It seems to happen every summer. The garden suddenly produces more tomatoes, cucumbers and green beans than anyone could possibly eat, and before long someone asks, “Maybe I should learn to can?”

For many families, canning is a tradition passed down for generations. For others, it’s a new hobby that offers the satisfaction of stocking pantry shelves with homegrown food. Either way, getting started can feel overwhelming. Pressure canners, boiling water baths, jars, lids, processing times and safety recommendations are enough to make anyone wonder where to begin.

Home canning isn’t difficult once you understand the basics.

Canning preserves food in sealed jars by heating them to destroy microorganisms and create a vacuum seal. The USDA approves only two methods for home canning: boiling water bath canning and pressure canning. Which one you use depends entirely on what you’re preserving.

A boiling water bath is exactly what it sounds like. You submerge filled jars completely in boiling water and process them for a specific amount of time. Because boiling water only reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit at sea level, this method is safe only for foods that are naturally high in acid or have enough added acid to prevent dangerous bacteria from growing.

That makes water bath canning a good fit for jams, jellies, fruit preserves, pickles, chutneys, fruit butters and many tomato products that have the proper amount of bottled lemon juice or citric acid added according to a tested recipe.

Pressure canning works differently. A sealed canner traps steam, and the temperature climbs well above the boiling point of water to about 240 degrees Fahrenheit. That higher temperature is necessary to destroy Clostridium botulinum spores, which can survive ordinary boiling and produce the toxin that causes botulism.

Because of that, you must pressure can low-acid foods such as green beans, corn, carrots, potatoes, meats, poultry, seafood and soups. A boiling water bath isn’t safe for these foods, no matter how long you boil the jars.

For most beginners, water bath canning is the easiest place to start. The equipment costs less, the process is simpler and recipes like strawberry jam or dill pickles are forgiving enough to build confidence. Many people who enjoy preserving fruit eventually buy a pressure canner once they want to put up vegetables or homemade stock.

Pressure canning doesn’t need to be intimidating, either. Modern pressure canners include multiple built-in safety features and are far different from the exploding canners in the old stories many people heard decades ago. Like any kitchen tool, they’re safe when used according to the manufacturer’s directions and with tested recipes.

Whichever method you choose, one rule never changes: always use recipes that have been scientifically tested. Family recipes may taste wonderful fresh, but they aren’t always safe for canning. Changing ingredient amounts, thickening soups with flour, adding extra vegetables or reducing vinegar can all affect the safety of the finished product. The USDA and the National Center for Home Food Preservation remain the gold standards for home canning recipes and processing recommendations.

Today’s recommendations may also differ from the ones your grandparents followed. Research has improved over the years, and food safety guidance has changed with it. Methods like open-kettle canning, oven canning and sealing jars by turning them upside down are no longer considered safe for shelf-stable foods.

If you’ve never canned before, you don’t have to preserve an entire garden your first weekend. Start with one recipe. Learn how to prepare the jars, measure headspace, remove air bubbles and process them correctly. Once you hear that satisfying “ping” as the lids seal, you’ll understand why so many people find canning rewarding.

Opening a jar of peaches in January or serving homemade salsa long after the tomatoes are gone is a special kind of reward. With a little knowledge, the right equipment and a commitment to tested recipes, anyone can preserve the harvest safely for months to come.

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The Price You Pay

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By Bryce Angell

My eyes are glued up to the shelf, a brand-new pair of Mucks. They’d be in my possession, but I lack the certain bucks.

I could go without my Pepsi for a month or maybe two. But the headache would be pounding like a freight train passin’ through.

I’ve got my Visa plastic for emergencies and such. The boots are kinda spendy. Do I really care that much?

I grab my precious cargo and I’m tingling to my roots. The clerk says, “Hundred eighty.” Must be gold in them there boots!

To purchase I can justify. It’s more than just a treat. No more sittin’ in the saddle with my cold and frozen feet.

I’ve waited days to wear them. Time to saddle up Ol’ Blue.

But my boots won’t fit the stirrups. What’s a broke cowboy to do?

The boots ain’t never goin’ back. I burned the dang receipt. My wife will never know the cost. Is that what’s called deceit?

The Co-Op might be open. I’ve seen stirrups there to buy. They close at 6:00 p.m. It’s 6:05 p.m. No use to even try.

I’ll drive out to the shoppin’ mall. They’ve got a western store. But their prices are extravagant, not for the country poor.

I’m riflin’ through the stirrups. Find a pair that fits my Mucks. I take ’em to the clerk. She says, “Two hundred twenty bucks.”

This time I cough and choke on down my Wrigley’s Spearmint chew. The clerk said, “Sure they’re spendy, but they’re made for guys like you.”

I wonder what she meant ’cuz I ain’t got the cash to spare. I swear she meant hi-rollers with their nose up in the air.

Still, I bought the brand-new stirrups with my plastic, once again.

Does it hurt to use my Visa card, every now and then?

The smuggish patrons, back in line, are giving me the stare.

They’re prob’ly thinkin’, “Poor cowboy.” I hurry out of there!

I’m addin’ up my purchases. Looks like four hundred bucks. And with the Gov’ner’s share I’m in the class of stupid clucks.

I burned the Visa card receipt, so that should take care of it from where I stand. I’m wonderin’ now if my warm feet are worth the half a grand?

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