I loved to watch my grandmothers in their kitchens. Watch them as they cooked and baked. I wish I had learned the art of pie crust from them. Both could "feel" what needed to be added to a crust. More salt, more flour, more liquid.
I struggle and struggle to make a decent pie. They're just not my forte.
And then there was the bread . . . Lord, Lord, Lord, both women could make rolls and bread . . . in their sleep.
My Grandma Foremaster (dad's mother) always hummed while she cooked and baked. For every holiday, I could count on her making bread pudding. She made the BEST bread pudding. The fact her sauce was full of rum had absolutely nothing to do with my love of the dish.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
In addition to the holiday breading pudding, Grandma Foremaster also made a pie filled with shredded beef and raisins. I love raisins and looked forward to each holiday and a slice of that pie.
As I grew older, I realized I was the only person who ever ate that particular pie.
After one Christmas dinner, while driving home with my parents, I said, "I don't know why no one, but me, eats Grandma's raisin pie."
Dad replied, "Because you're the only one who doesn't know what she puts in it."
Being a woman of pioneer stock, my Grandmother bottled her own pie fillings. The beef in this filling was from the heart and intestines of the latest slaughtered cows.
That bit of information ruined "my pie". I couldn't bring myself to eat it again.
My Grandma Chadburn (mom's mother) made the best apple pie. She would slip a can of crushed pineapple into her filling.
Her annual Holiday baking produced something she called, Twice Cooked Cake. I loved that cake. As I grew older, a slice of that cake and a cup of tea was as close to heaven as I could get.
It was a Christmas tradition to receive one of these cakes. And once Grandma Chadburn was no longer with us, my mom continued the tradition making a Christmas cake for me and my son, Jeff.
The only person who loves Twice Cooked Cake more than me, is Jeff! Jeff has been known, in one sitting, with a gallon of milk, to polish off an entire 9 x 13 sized cake.
A few months ago, mom gave me the original recipe card for Twice Cooked Cake. Written in my Grandmother's hand. The recipe card was written, during mom's bridal shower. It is dated, May 3, 1950. I smiled as I read the recipe. It calls for English walnuts. English. Not California walnuts. Not pecans. English walnuts.
While my mom is still with us, receiving the original recipe card inspired me to move the tradition one more generation. This Christmas, I will be making the Christmas cake for my son, Jeff.
This will be my first time using this recipe. And based on the fact I did not inherit either Grandmothers baking skills, I'm a little nervous. I want to do the recipe and the tradition proud.
When I was young, I couldn't wait to show Grandma Chadburn my latest accomplishment. She always hugged me and smiled. With that smile she said, "What took you so long? I ALWAYS knew you could do that!"
As my house fills with the smells of Christmas cake, I will pour myself a cup of tea. When I pull the cake from the oven, I hope to hear Grandma whisper, "I ALWAYS knew you could do that!"
The real test of success will be Jeff. If he finishes that cake in one sitting, I will know the Twice Cooked Cake torch was successfully passed.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Limit Political Terms
Political terms need to be limited. No more than eight years period---no exceptions.
The entire Congress of the United States
In November of 2010 the entire House of Representatives will have to stand for re-election; all 435 of them. One third of the Senate, a total of 33 of them, will also stand for re-election.
Vote every incumbent out.
And I mean every one of them. No matter their party affiliation. Let's start all over in the House of Representatives with 435 brand new people who have absolutely no experience in running that body, with no political favors owed to anyone but their own constituents. Let's make them understand that they work for us. They are answerable to us and they simply have to run that body with some common sense.
Two years later, in 2012, vote the next third of the incumbents in the Senate out. You'll know who they are because their names will be on the ballot and, in most cases, will be shown as the Incumbent. Vote them out, too! Vote out every incumbent.
We can do the same thing in 2014 and, by that time we will have put all new people in that body as well.
We, the People, have got to take thiscountry back and I prefer to do it peacefully.
Monday, November 16, 2009
If There Were More Men Like My Dad
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .You would welcome everyone with a big cocky grin,
a warm handshake and a greeting of,
"Don't I know you?"
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
a warm handshake and a greeting of,
"Don't I know you?"
Your nickname would be "Lover".
Your brother's nickname would be "Easy".
Explaining how you came by those names
could not be told in church or in mixed company.
Your brother's nickname would be "Easy".
Explaining how you came by those names
could not be told in church or in mixed company.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
Teasing would be as natural as inhaling and exhaling.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .All children would know their butt from a hole in the ground.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .You would be a genuine chap wearin', spur jinglin', whip crackin',
lasso throwin' cowboy.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .You would know all the words to songs like,
"Running Bear Loved Little White Dove",
"Have I Told You Lately That I Love You",
"The Old Grey Mare",
and the ever popular
"I Love To Go Swimmin' With Bow-Legged Women
and Swim Between Their Knees".
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
You would give countless hours of your time and talents in service to your church and your community.
You could catch horseflies by their wings.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
"I'm feeling a little bum today," would not be a comment
regarding your general state of health.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
You would never nap. You would just rest your eyes.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
You would REALLY love to eat.
If there were more men, like my Dad . . .
Patroitism would not be just a word to you.
When you heard the "Star Spangled Banner" played
or saw Old Glory pass in review,
you would be the first one on your feet,
placing your hand over your heart.
Then you would urge everyone around you to do the same.
If there were more men like my Dad . . .
Your son-in-law would also be your best friend.
You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But, I got every word.
Perhaps you thought I'd missed it all,
(The young aren't very smart),
But, Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.
Without you Dad, I wouldn't be
The woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation,
No one can take that away.
I've grown up with your values,
And I'm sure glad I did;
So here' s to you dear dad,
From your ever grateful kid.
Patroitism would not be just a word to you.
When you heard the "Star Spangled Banner" played
or saw Old Glory pass in review,
you would be the first one on your feet,
placing your hand over your heart.
Then you would urge everyone around you to do the same.
Your son-in-law would also be your best friend.
You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But, I got every word.
Perhaps you thought I'd missed it all,
(The young aren't very smart),
But, Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.
Without you Dad, I wouldn't be
The woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation,
No one can take that away.
I've grown up with your values,
And I'm sure glad I did;
So here' s to you dear dad,
From your ever grateful kid.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Where in the World is Ron Riley?
Most of you know, Ron travels about 70% of the time. And most of the time, it is without incident. With the exception of that trip, a few years ago, to Cabo. His original thee day trip turned into a ten day trip, thanks to a hurricane. But that's another story for another Blog. And before I can tell it, I would have to resurrect Spalding. You remember, Castaway? Wilson? Well Wilson has a brother named Spalding.
But I digress. Ron was looking forward to this trip to Mexico City. For the first time, he had scored a direct flight on AeroMexico. Usually, he flies to Texas, staying overnight then catches a second plane into Mexico.
Yesterday, Ron left for the Phoenix airport at 12:30 PM. I received a call from him about 7:00 PM. His plane had landed in Guadalajara. The passengers were informed the plane would be delayed two hours due to bad weather in Mexico City.
After sitting on the tarmac for two hours they pulled into a gate and deplaned.
After waiting two more hours it was announced the flight was canceled.
That sent Ron on a quest to locate his luggage. With luggage secured, he headed for the reservation desks along with several hundred of his closest friends who were also trying to rebook flights.
The reservation desk was very helpful (read those last six words in your best fairytale reading voice as in "then the handsome prince said to the beautiful princess") telling Ron, they had a lovely flight for him that would leave at 4:00PM Monday afternoon.
Ron, politely (and politely in the Ron Riley world has a different connotation than most of us), (Ron's close friends know of what I speak) informed the Reservation Desk, they better look again because that was "unacceptable".
But I digress. Ron was looking forward to this trip to Mexico City. For the first time, he had scored a direct flight on AeroMexico. Usually, he flies to Texas, staying overnight then catches a second plane into Mexico.
Yesterday, Ron left for the Phoenix airport at 12:30 PM. I received a call from him about 7:00 PM. His plane had landed in Guadalajara. The passengers were informed the plane would be delayed two hours due to bad weather in Mexico City.
After sitting on the tarmac for two hours they pulled into a gate and deplaned.
After waiting two more hours it was announced the flight was canceled.
That sent Ron on a quest to locate his luggage. With luggage secured, he headed for the reservation desks along with several hundred of his closest friends who were also trying to rebook flights.
The reservation desk was very helpful (read those last six words in your best fairytale reading voice as in "then the handsome prince said to the beautiful princess") telling Ron, they had a lovely flight for him that would leave at 4:00PM Monday afternoon.
Ron, politely (and politely in the Ron Riley world has a different connotation than most of us), (Ron's close friends know of what I speak) informed the Reservation Desk, they better look again because that was "unacceptable".
Ron's new flight left would leave at 6:00 AM Monday morning. It was now 2:30 AM.
Ron stayed at the airport using their facilities to take a whore bath, shave and change clothes. So he would be bright and shiny for his flight (again, that last line is best read in your breathless, wonderment fairytale voice).
He arrived in Mexico City about 8:00 AM.
When I heard from him about an hour ago, he was slowly making his way to his appointment/client. Several of the major roads were flooded or washed out making travel a bit of a struggle. And he was running on the sheer power of caffeine.
Join us tomorrow for the next, "Where in the World is Ron Riley?".
Cue Music and Fade.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Something for Nothing ~ Extreme Home Makeover
Several years ago, Extreme Home Makeover revamped a home, for a family named Okvath. The makeover was just a couple of blocks from us. It was very exciting to drive by, watch the progress and try to spot Ty Pennington. And then to see the big reveal on the TV.
This past week, an article in the AZ Republic, a spot on the news and an article in the AZ Magazine stated the Okvath's will be leaving their home, because they can no longer afford it.
They can't sell the home as it is over-built for the neighborhood.
The quality of care/cleaning/housekeeping the home has received since the Okvath's took ownership the home finds it in a state of almost total disrepair.
The family is on state insurance which limits the amount of money they can make to $5,000.00 a month. I don't know if that's gross or net.
Yet, at this level of income, the family states they are unable to meet their monthly financial needs which until a year ago, consisted of utility payments, groceries and clothing.
A year ago, Okvath's took out a mortgage for $405,000.00. ALL THAT MONEY IS GONE! They spent several thousand dollars paying for two parties. Yes, I said parties.
The family bemoaned the fact their cable and cell phones have been shut off.
They pay $300.00 a month for someone to take care of their yard.
They used part of the money to build a new pathway in the backyard but the article did not explain why this was necessary. Perhaps they needed a new pathway to the merry-go-round.
And spent a significant amount to cover their garage floor with wood flooring.
Their current home, not including the garage is 5,300 square feet. Each child has his/her own bedroom and there is a movie theater in the house. Why they felt the need to turn the garage into living space leaves me scratching my head.
While it is sad the Okvath's will lose this home, I feel they hold a level of responsibility based on their choices.
$300.00 a month for a landscaper when they have children old enough to take on that responsibility?
Thousands of dollars spent to put hardwood floors in a garage?
Thousands of dollars spent on two parties?
$405,000.00 gone in one year? That means they spent over a $1,000.00 a day for the past year.
While the Okvath's hold a level of responsibility here, so does Extreme Home Makeover.
This is a perfect example of giving someone something for free and it does nothing to improve or correct the situation.
How sad Home Makeover did not include a course in financial management and budgeting. The Okvath's are worse off today than they were before Home Makeover came into their lives.
Leaves me wondering how many other families, in the Home Makeover history, have come to the same end as the Okvath's?
While I'm sure this was not Home Makeover's goal, I hope they will take a hard look at their future generosity. Besides going for the big emotional reveal, how about some education to go along with those tears?
This past week, an article in the AZ Republic, a spot on the news and an article in the AZ Magazine stated the Okvath's will be leaving their home, because they can no longer afford it.
They can't sell the home as it is over-built for the neighborhood.
The quality of care/cleaning/housekeeping the home has received since the Okvath's took ownership the home finds it in a state of almost total disrepair.
The family is on state insurance which limits the amount of money they can make to $5,000.00 a month. I don't know if that's gross or net.
Yet, at this level of income, the family states they are unable to meet their monthly financial needs which until a year ago, consisted of utility payments, groceries and clothing.
A year ago, Okvath's took out a mortgage for $405,000.00. ALL THAT MONEY IS GONE! They spent several thousand dollars paying for two parties. Yes, I said parties.
The family bemoaned the fact their cable and cell phones have been shut off.
They pay $300.00 a month for someone to take care of their yard.
They used part of the money to build a new pathway in the backyard but the article did not explain why this was necessary. Perhaps they needed a new pathway to the merry-go-round.
And spent a significant amount to cover their garage floor with wood flooring.
Their current home, not including the garage is 5,300 square feet. Each child has his/her own bedroom and there is a movie theater in the house. Why they felt the need to turn the garage into living space leaves me scratching my head.
While it is sad the Okvath's will lose this home, I feel they hold a level of responsibility based on their choices.
$300.00 a month for a landscaper when they have children old enough to take on that responsibility?
Thousands of dollars spent to put hardwood floors in a garage?
Thousands of dollars spent on two parties?
$405,000.00 gone in one year? That means they spent over a $1,000.00 a day for the past year.
While the Okvath's hold a level of responsibility here, so does Extreme Home Makeover.
This is a perfect example of giving someone something for free and it does nothing to improve or correct the situation.
How sad Home Makeover did not include a course in financial management and budgeting. The Okvath's are worse off today than they were before Home Makeover came into their lives.
Leaves me wondering how many other families, in the Home Makeover history, have come to the same end as the Okvath's?
While I'm sure this was not Home Makeover's goal, I hope they will take a hard look at their future generosity. Besides going for the big emotional reveal, how about some education to go along with those tears?
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