Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
When I start organizing and throwing away clutter, it usually means that spring is just around the corner. Well, I cleaned out the messy vegetable beds last week, and today I attacked two rooms upstairs. One just needed a little dusting, but my crafts room was a big cluttered mess. Not that I have been so busy there, but my husband and I washed windows upstairs back in the fall and never really returned everything to its rightful place.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I used to love to go to Mrs. E’s house. She always had the neatest things. She had a big black leather sofa in her living room. And she had the first victrola I’d ever seen. She would wind it up and play it for us, and we thought it was great. She also had a screened in back porch that was nice. Her water pump was on the back porch, and it had a concrete basin that she kept her milk cool in. Her house was the finest I’d ever seen.
She had a little table in the hallway, and she had a lamp and some little vases on it. One little bowl always had pencils and a lot of little catchalls in it. One day it held a little red ball. When I went home that little ball went home with me, all hidden away in my hand. Mama made me take it back. I sneaked it back on the table. And I hope Mrs. E. never knew that I took it.
One time I went to Mrs. E’s house, and she and Mrs. P were busy getting ready for a party. I didn’t know whom it was for as they were very secretive about it. They even moved the umbrella that they had decorated when I went into the house. Several days later Mama disappeared for the afternoon, but she didn’t tell us why. She was excited when we got home, but she didn’t let us little kids know what she was excited about. But the party was a baby shower for her.
My twin siblings, I know when you were born. I was in the room that night. I was sick with a cold, and they let me sleep in Daddy’s bed with the little kids. They hung a sheet between the beds so I couldn’t see what was going on. Mrs. E. was there along with the midwife. Mrs. E. kept checking on me to see if I was asleep. It was really hard to pretend. Twins!! A boy and a girl!! Mr. E. went to town the next morning and reported that we had three babies out here. He was right. My little sister J. and the twins! Townspeople gave us a good Christmas that year. My two oldest sisters cooked Christmas dinner, and we had a big Christmas tree. I got a coloring book and a little bead bracelet for Christmas.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I make no secret that that I love The Pioneer Woman. (Sorry, Ree, I don't mean you but your recipes and television show.) Last summer a dear friend asked me if I followed The Pioneer Woman's blog. Well now I do, and here is her version of Cinnamon Rolls:
Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon Rolls
1 quart whole milk
1 cup vegetable oil (I used canola)
1 cup sugar
2 packages active dry yeast (I used instant yeast that I store in the freezer)
9 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon (heaping) baking powder
1 teaspoon (scant) baking soda
1 tablespoon (heaping) salt
plenty of melted butter
2 cups sugar
Generous sprinkling of cinnamon
for the maple frosting:
1 bag powdered sugar
2 teaspoons maple flavoring
1/2 cup milk
1/4 cup melted butter
1/4 cup brewed coffee
1/8 teaspoon salt
Mix the milk, vegetable oil and sugar in a pan. “Scald” the mixture (heat until just before the boiling point). Turn off heat and leave to cool 45 minutes to 1 hour. When the mixture is lukewarm to warm, but NOT hot, sprinkle in both packages of Active Dry Yeast. Let this sit for a minute. Then add 8 cups of all-purpose flour. Stir mixture together. Cover and let rise for at least an hour.
After rising for at least an hour, add 1 more cup of flour, the baking powder, baking soda and salt. Stir mixture together. (At this point, you could cover the dough and put it in the fridge until you need it – overnight or even a day or two, if necessary. Just keep your eye on it and if it starts to overflow out of the pan, just punch it down).
When ready to prepare rolls: Sprinkle rolling surface generously with flour. Take half the dough and form a rough rectangle. Then roll the dough thin, maintaining a general rectangular shape. Drizzle 1/2 to 1 cup melted butter over the dough. Now sprinkle 1 cup of sugar over the butter followed by a generous sprinkling of cinnamon.
Now, starting at the opposite end, begin rolling the dough in a neat line toward you. Keep the roll relatively tight as you go. Next, pinch the seam of the roll to seal it.
Spread 1 tablespoon of melted butter in a seven inch round foil cake or pie pan. Then begin cutting the rolls approximately ¾ to 1 inch thick and laying them in the buttered pans. (At this point you can cover them and put them in the freezer. When you're ready to make them, just pull them out and stick them on the counter for a few hours until they thaw and rise, which happened quicker than I though.)
Repeat this process with the other half of the dough. Let the rolls rise for 20 to 30 minutes, then bake at 375 until light golden brown, about 15 to 18 minutes.
For the frosting, mix together all ingredients listed and stir well until smooth. It should be thick but pourable. Taste and adjust as needed. Generously drizzle over the warm rolls. Go crazy and don’t skimp on the frosting.
Makes about 50 rolls.
1. I don't drink coffee, so I substituted 4 oz of cream cheese for the coffee, then added a couple more tablespoons of milk to thin it out. I kid you not, this frosting taste just like the maple frosting on the doughnuts at the grocery store.
adapted slightly from The Pioneer Woman's Cookbook
This delicious recipe brought to you by Perry's Plate
Monday, January 23, 2012
Memaw's Memories (continued)
I had a bad time with sore throat when I was a kid. Mama would mop my throat with iodine. I really hated that. That was all she knew to do. One time that I remember, I had such a sore throat and it was hot summer. Mama made a pallet on the porch, and I lay out there where it was cooler. Daddy had gone into Moro and when he came back he brought my cousin with him. I cried because I didn’t like her.
I cried a lot. Mama went to the back of the field to look for the cow. There was a wooded area out there and every time she would go into the woods, I’d scream and cry. I climbed up on a chair so I could see her. When she came back to the house, she gave me something to really cry for. She switched me good.
We never got to go anywhere when we were little, so anytime I’d get away from any of the family, I’d start bawling. This would start a chain reaction and my nearest younger sister would cry, too. I must have driven my two oldest sisters crazy with all the bawling. Mama made my little sister and me some cute little pinafore dresses out of yellow dimity. They had little flowers and were so pretty. It was children’s day at church, and we were supposed to sit on the front row at church. I looked around and didn’t see any of the family and started crying. And when I cried, my little sister cried. Everyone was saying, “What’s the matter, little girl?” Bet I got another switching when I got home.
When I got old enough to go to school, this was during the Depression. There was no public school at Moro. The school had gone broke, and we couldn’t pay tuition to go to school. The public school was closed for two years. My two oldest sisters taught me how to read and write. I was 8 years old when I finally went to school. Since I could read and write, I didn’t have to go to the first grade. I was a big second grader. I tried so hard to get Miss Eileen Reynolds to pass me to the third grade, but she wouldn’t.
Stay tuned for more recipes and memories.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Sticky Bun Breakfast Ring (Hannah's on All Things Delicious Blogspot)http://all-things-delicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/sticky-bun-breakfast-ring.html
Thursday, January 19, 2012
There has been a request for pictures on this blog. Well here goes nothing! This is a photo of one of our five raised garden beds taken last year. My husband was the designer, architect, and builder, and I just try to keep something growing in them. Sometime soon I will be cleaning out our beds for a spring garden, and don't be surprised to see my results. Notice that he also developed a secure method for keeping the animals (big and small) out of our lettuces. It really works, but I still wish it was easier to access the lettuces when I am ready to pick them. I just fiddle around with the mesh and a few metal "hairpins" in the ground and get what I need. It works!
Memaw’s Stories—written in 1995.
My memories of the home place are a little foggy, but this is what I remember:
The house had two large rooms and a little back room or kitchen off the main room. It had a front porch that went all across the front of the house and had a dogtrot hall that separated the two main rooms. It had a back porch that extended from the little kitchen across the rest of the house. The roof was shingled with handmade shingles. The foundation was wooden blocks made from large logs cut to the appropriate size. There was a fireplace in the main front room. There was a Home Comfort wood range in the kitchen. This was the heating system in winter. Each room had a window. In summer the cooling system was open doors and windows and a cool breeze. The yard had a handmade picket fence. The water pump was located near the barn lot. This way it was convenient to the house and the animals. There was a smokehouse in the backyard. That is where the meat was smoked. I vaguely remember meat being smoked there.
There was a big oak tree in the backyard and two big oaks in the side yard near the pump. The front lawn outside the yard had several large trees. I remember the highway department used to pull their equipment in there in the evenings when they were grating the road that passed our house.
The barn lot had a barn and a shed. And behind the shed was the toilet. I believe the toilet was in the back of the garden before this.
The garden was directly behind the house, and there was a little orchard of apple and peach trees. I can remember grapevines in the garden. The toilet was out back of the grapevines.
My earliest memories are burning my hands. My next to youngest sister was a little baby, so I must have been no more than three years old. Mama had washed clothes that day. She had heated water and boiled the clothes in a big black wash pot in the back yard. After she finished washing, she left the hot coals under the pot. I was pulling an old trap and fell and my hands went into the hot ashes. I was burned pretty badly. I can remember Mama standing on the back porch holding
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Makes 4 servings
Hands-on time: 5 minutes
Total preparation time: 55 minutes
1 cup yellow cornmeal or regular (not instant) coarse polenta
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, thinly sliced
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly milled black pepper
2 ounces provolone cheese, grated (about 1/2 cup)
2 ounces Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese, finely grated (about 2/3 cup)
Preheat the oven to 350° F. Combine 4 cups water, the cornmeal, butter, salt, and pepper in a 1 1/2 quart baking dish. Bake, uncovered, on the top shelf of the oven for 40 minutes.
Remove the polenta from the oven, give it a stir, and bake for another 10 minutes. Remove it from the oven; stir in the provolone and salt and pepper to taste; let stand for 5 minutes before serving. Serve topped with Parmigiano-Reggiano.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Yesterday as we brothers and sisters gathered for the lunch meal at Mama's house, my youngest brother reminded us that there were eleven of us sitting at the table. That was the exact number we had around the table when we were growing up. Nine kids and Mama and Daddy. And we were eating biscuits and gravy like we used to have when we were kids. In those days, we would gather around the long table, and sometimes the biscuits and gravy was all we had for breakfast. My niece who lives not far away from here was eating with us yesterday, and she wanted to know how Mama fed all of us. There were a lot of biscuits and gravy!
Mama was born in 1895. 98 years ago. Before automobiles, airplanes, radio, television, and the computer age. Those were the horse and buggy days. She saw a century turn around. She saw transportation go from horseback and buggy to the space age with rockets to the moon. She went from the kerosene lamp to the electric light bulb. Mama grew up in a log cabin. Her mother was widowed when Mama was really young, and they were very poor. So she learned to be a self-sufficient survivor from an early age.
Mama and Daddy had nine children, and I was the middle child. I was one of the Depression children. And I grew up as one of the helpers around the house. Mama was very resourceful. She was a good wife, good mother, a good cook, housekeeper, seamstress, carpenter, gardener, and an artist in her own way. She helped in the fields along with all of the children. Mama sewed all of our clothes, even to the boys' clothes. All of this was done on a treadle sewing machine. She taught us how to sew.
She made pieces of furniture out of scraps of lumber found around the place. She made a couch out of old wood and padded it and covered it with a chintz covering. She made a side table out of an old bedstead and bent nails. She made a garden and grew vegetables for the family. She taught us to work. She taught us to do our best. She and Daddy struggled to put us all through school so that we could have a better life than they had had.
We grew up in a family with high values before the phrase "family values" became popular. Maybe we invented the phrase. Mama was proud of her boys and girls. She lived to see them grow into good responsible citizens of the community. She was proud of her family.
Mama, you will be missed. You did good.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Saturdays.... Actually, since we retired, days of the week are not so different. My routine is to get out of bed, let our dog out of his "kennel" in the garage, walk around the pond (with or without the dog), make a pot of tea, eat a bowl of yoghurt with cereal, and then read the Internet news and check Pinterest. Then I find a project or cleaning job to do. Before you know it, it is time to think about our evening meal and get that started. Next the dog lets us know he is ready for our trek around the meadow, so we bundle up in these temps (or cover up against bugs in summer temps) and follow him as he tracks animals big and sometimes small along our path. After our walk, our dog is ready for his dinner and a well-deserved long sleep on his cozy dog bed. We eat the dinner I have prepared and settle behind the television to laugh and enjoy our favorite sitcoms or political shows (yes, there is sometimes laughter there,too). That about sums up how it goes here. I never said "boring," since I feel "comfortable" describes it much better.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
My students either understood what they were to do or were completely "in the dark." One girl who knew what to do decided to put herself in my place as volunteer tutor. Sweet child! I even got a Christmas gift from her. Wish I had been admired like that during my 37 years of actual teaching!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Today the weather was grey and gloomy, so I thought a warm bowl of vegetable soup would taste good after our daily walk around the pond with Flip. And indeed it just hit the spot after our trudge through the mud.
1 beef shank center cut (mine was frozen)
1 carton beef broth
1 can (26 oz.) Campbell tomato soup
1 soup can of warm water
3 large tomatoes ( mine were frozen)
1/4 large onion chopped
1 bay leaf (remove before you serve soup)
3 large toes/cloves of garlic chopped
3 short stalks of celery chopped
1/4 teaspoon thyme
1/4 teaspoon oregano
Good grind of black pepper
Cook the above ingredients for 2 1/2 to 3 hours until beef falls off the bone.
Before you sit down to do whatever you do, chop up two small potatoes(skin on), 1/2 squash of your choice, two carrots, and 1/4 of a white cabbage. Open one can of green beans and one can of corn.
When the meat is done, remove the bone and cut the meat into small pieces. Add all of the veggies and cook an additional 30 minutes or until they are done to your taste.
Soup is on! But we all know that soup always tastes better tomorrow. Glad I made enough for tomorrow and to give away in a fruit jar to someone special.