In Loving Memory on the Eve, of all being made alive.

The perfect fruit off the vine...

With pancake batter whipped up and rising , Dash and I began the juicing.
Dove was intrenched in a movie so I pulled her back to family.

Dash worked tirelessly, He Was a bit upset when I spoke abruptly , he wanted to cut the last orange...however three of his fingers were in harms way via the knife. It startled him, but had to be done. He got a bit withdrawn after that. Mr tender heart.

So Dove came in and took duty.

She too worked hard and all the oranges were juiced.

Half wheat and half millet , we made some pancakes with egg, soy milk and just a little brown sugar in the batter.

Dash and I did hand over hand and worked on getting them flipped.
It was fun to teach, but took a bit of patience.

Dash set the table beautifully , he even placed knives.
We had "cups of orange juice".

This was our yield, about one and 1/2 gallons.

We worked together and had a nice meal prepared as a family.
That was really nice.

Daddy Man set the plates on the table.
We all sat down and Dash began the Prayer...
He thanked God for each item on the table , each bottle of syrup, the juice and the cakes, the butter and the honey butter. Dash is in training for one day leading his own family.
Then Daddy man interceded for the ones on our hearts.
We told the kids about the new tradition.
They are very excited about it.
Dash has requested communion.
He wanted to serve it. Daddy Man as head will serve it...
We told him, but you will be in training to one day serve it for your family.

1 Corinthians 15:22
For as in Adam all die,
even so in Christ shall all be made alive.


I soak the oranges in the tub over night, reasons are two fold...
to clean them well and also to rehydrate them so they juice out the oils in the rind.
That gives a rich essence oil to the juice.
The smell and flavor is intense and rich.