I can remember stepping into a mud brick building.
They called the space — the kitchen.
There was a boiling cauldron in the room filled with smoke and coals,
— and pieces of ash flying around as if it were Armageddon.
The cook was trying to boil enough meal to feed thousands of people.
The boat oar swirled with great effort into the big iron pot —
–which once prepared, would be sloshed into bowls where students would line up by the hundreds, before breaking down into groups of three or four, around every prepared bowl,
— to eat the gruel — with their fingers.
The cook knew the students could not survive only on meal alone — they needed nutrition.
So they would pull cabbage from the field, and chop it up, adding it as a relish to the mix.
It seemed they didn’t have enough.
Nobody seemed to notice.
Village schools know that children who worry about where their next meal is coming from — are not able to focus as easily on absorbing the lessons from their academic studies.
To address this, the headmaster created a plan to address the hunger of his students. The students at different grade levels alternated one day a week each to work in the fields which produced the food that maintained them in their studies. Meals like this cabbage soup recipe make a big difference in small villages.
The process seemed to work. The students were better nourished than the children who did not participate in the fields, or have access to the program.
The short tender cabbage roots need only a little soil to be able to produce a decent volume of food, which means — they could even be produced on the rooftops of inner city schools with minimal efforts — and can grow in the hot tropics or even the mild winters with only a bit of environmental adjustments.
What if every elementary school in more developed nations planned a four-hour nutritional production course and field into their curriculum?
Surely — it wouldn’t cost as much to keep them nourished, with all of the efforts and hands involved. From the spirit of Oliver Twist, may every orphan and student whose stomach growls be able to enjoy a second bowl of comforting nutrition.
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We hope that the next time you eat cabbage, you remember the children in the fields.
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Shoelaces, toothbrushes, popcorn balls, hard candy –
– they are treasured by children more than you’d think.
This year, the children are asking for a can of paint for their bedrooms, socks, and school shoes and other little projects and dishes that make their lives more beautiful.
Consider making a donation today to help fill up the stockings of our children in the orphanage – today. Donations up to the 23rd of December may still reach them on time for Christmas day.
What kinds of treats would you like under your Christmas Tree this year?
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As the weather is getting colder, we are going to try to share a few more healing posts – to compliment your healthcare this winter season. Please enjoy this updated post on carrots – with more recipes for you to enjoy – and stay warm out there! More updates coming soon. I am so busy working on cards this year.
One of our little children was sick in the village.
Their childhood illness was wrapped up in an additional problem — the child was also severely malnourished.
A cold, a flu, a cut — it doesn’t matter what kind of ailment a child faces —
— when they are malnourished — the effects are worse.
In a place where there is not enough healthcare — these conditions put a higher burden on responsible adults —
In addition to the stresses of tending a sick child, with few resources, and the possible spread of the illness to themselves due to lack of clean water — there are not always enough beds in hospitals if the child’s fever spikes.
— there may not be enough vehicles to rent one if you need to try to reach a professional.
That means — swollen little eyelids and dry little lips are your business — to moisturize, to comfort — to soothe —
Each tear that falls is a drop of liquid that isn’t in their bodies that you might not know how to replace.
What do you do, when they are this sick?
One of the village doctors, has a solution.
The children hate it — but it works.
In the lines of the sick and afflicted — the doctor calls those who are suffering from certain symptoms — giving the influenza-affected, cold-affected, incontinence-affected children —
Vitamin A is actually cutting edge medicine — providing an economical new solution to measles and other childhood diseases. If immunizations are not present or available, Vitamin A is a second-line defense which helps the children fight the epidemic once infected with their own natural systems.
Still, for someone who still has to hold and rock the sick little babies — who hate those pokey- needles —
I had to wonder — for the love of God —
— could someone just try planting some freaking carrots around here?
One of the benefits in education of living in areas that have food insecurities — is you learn what each food has to offer by the diseases and effects the deficiencies have on human bodies, when certain vitamins and minerals are lacking in the diet.
Tourists come to visit – and never know what kind of life or personalities exist beyond the safely-marked roads — or what kind of poverty exists there.
That said, amongst the poverty – there is also abundance.
If you can make it past the hippos and the crocodiles — you can eat the fish.
The girls will refuse to throw lines and dread the canoes, fearing the water’s edge for the aggressive animals that find their home there, just beyond the large crops of fresh sugar cane that poke their reeds shyly out of the river bed.
Even the boys will hesitate — for it is dangerous.
But the men – will smile – and whistle. Fishing isn’t for just anybody. There’s a reason why they are brave.
The men, and older boys will make their own fishing lines, and sometimes climb into a canoe that perhaps they’ve even made — themselves.
Once, we filled an entire canoe with village children – it is not easy to keep the vessel from tipping without extreme and concentrated balancing effort.
Women wait at the water’s edge — or buy from the more corporate fishers, a bulk amount at a cheaper rate —
– and then women and girls will wander through the hills with the dead fish balanced on hats that look like sombreros —
-or they stack them up on blankets in rows on the ground in the markets –
-shouting out their fresh food for the day.
Fish provides great amounts of protein and vitamins for the children in the village, so long as the people are allowed to be near the water’s edge.
Without refrigeration, some types of fish can be dried and stored for long amounts of time, although the smell is not not the most friendly, they are safe to eat.
It is important to have clean water sources for healthy fish. Pollution anywhere, such as in factory-condensed areas – have effects on all of the wildlife – and the people – who live in the nearby environments.
Fish ponds rarely work for extended amounts of time without a budget set aside to repair the pumps when they fail. Rivers and large bodies of water are much more dependable, but often, the poor are not allowed to be on those properties. Some suggest that they bother the tourists, and others – the landscape. Owners of large areas of property frown on gleaners and are known to burn the gardens and crops of widows and orphans that try to plant there.
It is important that people have the right to fish, and licenses and regulations help ensure that all have an equal opportunity to natural resources.
We hope that you enjoy fish, and pick up a few fish recipes today to share – and when you do, you remember the children in the village.
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I began to crave foods that were not found in local grocery stores – especially fresh produce.
As a waitress in a Mexican restaurant, I was introduced to pomegranates – in the form of pomegranate-flavored margaritas.
Soon after, I ran across a pomegranate in a grocery store. I was thrilled.
I started to peel it like an orange, and tried to get out all of those little arils without letting them burst all over my clothes. The mess was about as terrible as the beautiful little red jewels were sweet and tangy.
I can remember the face of a neighbor, after I used pomegranates as sprinkles on the top of a fruit cup that I mirrored off of a beautiful dessert cup I was served at a business meeting in India.
He was amazed at form of the fruit, and bit into the crisp topping –
-and spit it back out.
“What are you supposed to do with all of those little seeds?” He asked.
I was surprised. “Just eat them, like you do corn.” I explained.
The growing conditions needed to produce some fruits, as well as the cost of shipping, mixed with the difficulty of shipping such spoil-able goods made it reasonably difficult – and cost-prohibitive – making fresh pomegranates a special treat during winter months.
Now one can find those sweet jugs of Pom Juice, on grocery shelves almost all year long.
I learned that the pomegranate can be grown from any of the tiny arils, and so I saved a few of mine.
Pomegranate is something we’d like to look into introducing in the village.
Pomegranates are high in vitamins C & K, with the seeds containing micronutrients, and fiber.
I hope you get a chance to check out pomegranates on your grocery shelves, today.
Here’s a quick tutorial on how to get started with this fun fruit:
Pomegranates will ever be a special fruit to me, because I had a pomegranate sitting on my kitchen counter in my small apartment right next to a red candle.
My son was very sick, and we were not sure if he would survive.
I received word that day that my child was going to receive a new treatment in a hospital, and that they thought he may survive.
I remember thinking as I ate the pomegranate, that it was a special fruit, and knew of another woman who had studied the fruits that Jesus ate – and a story about a pomegranate possibly being lost in translation as the ‘apple’ consumed by Eve in the bible.
One of the first things that I noticed about children in poverty-stricken villages…
— despite the hunger which was so evident in most of them,
Was how fun… how delightful, it is…
to feedthose little bellies.
A family member bought a cookie decorating kit, hoping I could take it to the children in the village. I somehow managed to bring all the way across the world, through ALL of the international checkpoints – due to the fact that it had all dry ingredients – no liquids. That was when I discovered how much village kids liked – cookies.
I woke early one morning, and headed to the center where we do our work with children, just as the sun was rising. I took full advantage of the few moments of holy silence, before the children arrived, and made my way around the table and desk, setting out the ingredients from the boxed package for the children to decorate cookies as they walked through the arch in the clean walls.
The first little girl walked in the sunlit room. An eight –year-old. She heard me moving around quietly and her sleepy, tousled head took in the sight of the prepared craft table.
“Can I show you something?” I asked, taking her by the hand.
I showed her the bright yellow icing, which had been powder in the box, which I had prepared with fresh butter,and the little cup of rainbow sprinkles. The cookies were flat and straight, like cardboard puzzle pieces cut into the shape of butterflies and flowers.
“What is it, Aunty?” She asked, looking at the stack of packaged butter cookies, in the shape of butterflies and flowers.
“It’s an art project.” I whispered.
She sat down and I showed her how to ice a cookie.
She thought it was paint. She took to the decoration of her piece — thoughtfully — in her little pink nightgown.
The next little boy wandered in. He was only six-years-old. He had been living on the street with his brothers until just about six months before. Now he was in kindergarten. He took his new school responsibilities very seriously.
He always wore a solemn, worried expression. He had learned that school and church — were the factors which made his life comfortable, and separated him from the way that he lived on the street.
I sat him down, and put in front of him a cookie.
I watched him begin to decorate his treat. He watched the first girl carefully, to make sure that he was doing this right.
More children filed in. Graciously, it happened almost one-by-one that they silently took in their surroundings and took their place around the table.
I was able to show them their tasks individually, not as a group, although they were all together.
They loved the sprinkles. They loved the bright color of the icing.
But none of them – knew – that this was an edible treat.
“Don’t eat it.” I had told them. And they had listened.
I suppose Crayola markers and tempera paints, and glue also appear edible — to someone who doesn’t know what they are.
The kids had gotten used to this command not to eat the educational supplies they created with.
I have no idea how much paint had been tasted, nor plastic that had been chewed before they finally gave up trying.
Finally – near the end of their quiet decorating, one of the girls – a very bright child – asked – “What is this, Aunty?”
“Everybody,” I announced. “Stick your finger in this… just a little bit.”
We passed around the icing bowl – and everyone placed a bit of the “yellow paint” on their fingers.
“Now,” I smiled… “Taste it.”
As they all began licking their fingers and their eyes went joyful and wide.
“What is THAT, Aunty!?” One child demanded.
“This is a cookie.” I held up an example.
“This is icing.” I held up the icing bowl.
The children all took their treats out to the sunny porch and we took pictures of their beautiful treats that they were so proud of.
The kids began to nibble on their treats, but not one child ate the whole thing. For nearly a week, I watched them sneak into the kitchen and take small sugary bites out their cookie.
The children knew of scones, they had heard of cakes, they were learning — how cooking on a stove was different than cooking over am open fire. And how an conventional oven is completely different than that.
–– but until that day… they didn’t know cookies. And icing.
They loved these things called “cookies” and wanted them to last forever.
Notably, this treat – that the village children really like – is a luxury made out of a few simple ingredients that can almost always be found in just about every corner of the world.
Wherever you happen to be in the world, chances are, you are not very far from a tray of cookies. They don’t have ot fit in your suitcase.
Since that first cookie day in the village, we’ve worked with many different cookie recipes, with the many different ingredients we can access in the village.
We’ve been baking cookies ever since, and are sharing some of our favorite cookie recipes with you today. Click on the pictures on the left side of your screen for the recipes and ideas by Gimme Some Oven. (See video at the end of the post.)
Hopefully we can post more about those — including ingredient substitutions for commonly missing supplies, soon.
*The pictured cookie was made by a wonderful group of people in an adult daycare center to bless the people of our church.
— but children in villages — with an internet connection —
— love to check out beautiful foods and cakes online.
Food photography and blogs, as well as cooking shows —
–have taken over the media in the past few years.
Children watch through window displays, glassed in televisions, or phone screens —
— hunger makes them look a little bit dreamy — when they view beautiful foods on empty stomachs.
Ideas hug and comfort them with an inspirational touch — that maybe someday they will also be able to eat something like this.
For a recent holiday, the children chose to make a Rainbow Cake.
They didn’t have enough funding for several layers, but instead decided to paint it beautiful with food coloring and icing.
This was their result.
This is a great cake idea for birthdays — especially if children are helping to make the celebration special.
Bright colors — and extra sugar — bring hope to the children in the village.
Here is a link to our color wheel experiments which make Rainbow Icing possible even if a whole spectrum of food dyes are not availalble: Color Theory
Click on the pictures on the left side of your screen for the recipes and ideas by Gimme Some Oven.
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— in the village.
Sometimes barefoot isn’t an option.
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When good seeds are added to the blessings of natural environmental compatibility, one eventually learns that there are many types of food and nutrition that are not available in an area — which could be made available — if the people knew what they were, and how to produce them.
Hence, the term ‘introduced’.
During a trip, far, far away from our usual dust —
I saw celery for sale in a grocery store.
Confused — it occurred to me —
If this food is here — someone grew it — here. The celery had to be produced nearby. Surely no one flew it in, for refrigeration is a challenge in the developing world, and water-intensive veggies don’t fair well without it.
That led me to the question, “Why don’t I see celery growing the village?”
During the rainy season, the conditions would have to be near perfect for this anti-cancer, immunity-boosting — anemia-annihilating vegetable — that needed to be grown —
— near the children — who can benefit fromit.
Celery has natural properties which fights both viruses, and influenza.
Not only that, celery seed is often sold — as a spice — in many world markets. That said, in traditional Chinese medicine, or Ayurveda, celery, celery seed, and celery seed essential oils are used as treatments for both gastric ulcers, and influenza – as a massage oil, and aromatherapy, as well as ingested in soups, teas, and other meals. If you are feeling under the weather, give this Skinny Chicken Noodle Soup Recipe (celery included) a try from Gimme Some Oven.The children make a similar meal, even in the village.
We decided to attempt growing celery during the rainy season.
Nearly a year after the first initial planting experiment, one of our kind staff members chewed on a stick of celery, claiming the wonderful merits of this good and flavorful food that the people crave.
As soon as people in the village became familiar with the plant, which they could recognize by the leaves, they began to integrate it with their supper. “Oh!” Exclaimed on special widow, touching the leaves lovingly, “I just really like the flavor of the leaves, and the smell of it, when it’s cooking.”
We’ve found that the people crave the foods their bodies need to reverse their malnutrition.
If they crave it, they need it. If they crave it, and can identify and produce it, then they can heal their bodies with it.
Inspired by the Pinterest ads for ‘Foods that Re-Grow‘ we picked up some whole celery on our next trip to the capital city.
They really regrow. The children and staff huddled around our little experiment one afternoon, looking at the new chutes growing out of the old bulb. We knew how to do this much now. The same celery stalk could feed us again and again if we were careful with it. It was a good feeling to see the new little shoots coming out of the plant without any further effort.
“I did not know that it could be that easy.” Stated one man, shaking his head, who looks out for many children in the village.
If you know of anyone working on projects in tropical areas — encourage them to pick up some celery seed for the rainy season. It helps.
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The other day, I was passing by one of my favorite market areas in a small stateside city. The refugees were selling black cherry heirloom tomatoes.
I purchased a small basket full of the wine-colored fruits in order to bless their labor. Several weeks ago, we wrote a post about slave-free tomatoes. Buying heirloom tomatoes from local refugees while attempting to garden tomatoes in an area with several severe human rights violations – brought me to wondering…
What is the difference between the mindset of a slave… and a refugee?
Is a refugee someone who refused to BE a slave? Or, is a slave simply a person that hasn’t ever been given an opportunity to – be free?
I started typing out a post about the differences that I’ve seen in working with people – who could be considered both – and hope to share it soon.
In the meantime, please keep reading below to understand our thoughts on slave-free tomatoes:
“So, let me get this straight…” I asked, continuing hesitantly –
“you mainly eat corn, onions, tomatoes and dark leafy greens.”
“Yes.” Said the widow.
“And you drink tea.”
“Yes.” She said.
“You know how to grow the corn, and the onions yourselves.”
“Yes.” She said sternly.
“Do you know how to grow the tomatoes?”
“Where do the tomatoes come from?”
“I don’t know where they come from.”
“How do they get to the market?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you allowed to grow tomatoes?” I asked finally, trying to make sense of this situation.
The widow shuffled. And hesitated. “There are many things which we have not been taught to do properly. They do get angry at those who grow different things from time to time.”
I knew from my food biology class that tomatoes were needed to fill the nutritional gap from the glucose in the corn. The children would become quickly malnourished without the vitamins and nutrition present in a plant they were not able to produce for themselves.
Meaning — they had to have money in order to be healthy.
“Do you know what the seed to a tomato looks like?” I asked.
There had to be at least twenty seeds in every tomato we purchased.
Twenty seeds that could produce 20 tomato plants.
Twenty tomato plants, that could yield about 15 pounds of food per plant.
Why were these people afraid to grow what it would take to keep their children from dying of hunger?
“Okay. We are going to have to figure out how to grow tomatoes in pots.”
The people agreed.
-Check back in with us soon, we may have more posts and pictures of our tomato project, which is currently in progress:
On a trip, far, far away — further than I could walk,
— a trip that happened after a long walk — in a luxurious contraption called a motor car,
— I found a Chilean plum, in a grocery store.
The color was delightful, and I purchased one…
–to bring back to the village — and feed the children a taste.
After taking a few videos and pictures with the beautiful fruit —
–we cut it into small pieces, and set it out as a treat for a four-year-old’s birthday, passing the dish around.
The fruit was soft, and juicy, and sweet.
We were careful — to save the seed.
Hoping to see — if it might be possible — to grow something similar in the village.
We all knew that if we could get something like that seed to produce — like a good “Jack and the Beanstalk” story, the fruit could generate income, and fill nutritional gaps — for the orphans and the widows.
Something as simple as a good seed could also house, clothe, and educate the widow with the green thumb — or — the struggling young student with the internet connection.
On a different continent, a few weeks later — I went to a grocery store.
I smiled when I saw the same little plums on the shelf. My hope — was that the little barefooted children in the far off village where these fruit were produced — were able to go to school by the cost of their produce.
Some may think that someone as far away as a fruit picker in the subtropical nations doesn’t have an impact on their well-being or daily lives —
— but the fruit was just one glowing example of how far the efforts of their simple labor were able to reach.The cheery little fruit was brightening the produce baskets in three different corners of the world.
It’s a wonder to me, that people can walk past the fruit in their grocery stores, and really not know the lands or the people they come from. The fruit has a shorter lifespan, and yet travels further, than most people do.
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“And what is your favorite vegetable to eat?” I asked the widow.
“It’s called,,” she pronounced the next syllables carefully. “Di—le—de.” (Or — something like that.)
“And what does it taste like?” I asked.
It wasn’t easy to figure out which vegetable she was referring to by her verbal description.
It is no easy activity to actually describe the vegetables you are used to eating. African Eggplant, for example, is also known as ‘bitter tomato’; aubergine écarlate, tomate amère, djakattou; nakati etíope, berenjena escarlata and 非洲紅茄.
“It comes from a plant that is about this big.” She motioned to about waist-high, determined to help me figure out this — her favorite vegetable,
“–and it has yellow flowers that bloom and then grow down.”
“And you like the plant?”
“Yes.” She said.
“And it grows here well? In this soil?”
“Yes, it does.” She said, hopefully. She gave me a hopeful sideways glance wondering if I would I buy the seeds for her…
“We make a relish of it. So we chop it up and we put it with the flavorings of the chickens. We sometimes add some leaves and onions.”
“You mean… you even eat the leaves?”
“Yes!” She said.
And so we sought to get the right seeds.
To grow them for the widow that had tried them before — and loved them.
Update: After growing a whole batch of this lovely purple vegetable, the children began to look towards their trusted adults to find different ways to prepare their new vegetable. They sauteèd the cut vegetable with tomatoes and other vegetables. Now we’ve learned that combination of late-summer vegetables – has a French name.
We were looking for a good eggplant recipe that is close to what the village is preparing – and now we’ve found one! Try this Easy Ratatouille from Gimme Some Oven!
Learn how we are working to fight nutritional deficiencies in the village through Rainbow Gardening: