What My Mom Made

Good times 

My mother was a creative cook and could make anything taste good.

Like many farm wives, my mother was part of the Home Extension Association.  

 

 Once a month the farm women would meet at one’s home, listen to a lesson presented by two of their group about foreign countries and foods.  

 

It was a time to socialize, eat, and bring home interests, and some gossiping.

 

My mother was part of a committee that put together the first cookbook:  Pick County (Illinois) Homemakers’ Favorite Recipes, 1982.

 

.recipes

 

I  hope the recipe shows. Top of left page: Molasses cookies,"Irma Peck, Nebo, Illinois"

 

 On winter afternoons, Mom, my sister, and I made massive amounts of these.  When one brother cut through the kitchen to the porch, he grabbed two handfuls. He had big hands.

Please note:  heavy wear

Cookbooks were more common when Mom was a young mom. and liked to use different books.  One of the older books, the pages were fragile, couldn't be used. Most of the time, Mom didn't use them. She had them memorized.

Does any blogger here remember cookbooks, had some?  

This is a post that I write, and re-write. This was 2012, I think.  I'm going to make mincemeat pie. It is raining outside, time to preheat the oven.

Lord James St. John in the library

Kansas City library

 David wandered through the library, seeing if any book caught his eye.  So many, so little interest.  He picked up Boy Scout First Aid, letting it open to any page, and then reading aloud. “Apply….an-ti-sep-tic…What...” he tossed it on the table. Enough Boy Scouts for me.

Another book flipped open, and David began reading. 

“…entombed in sand, boxed in by towering columns, Lord James St. John had to quell the feeling of doom.”
  

Well, that’s not bad.

David found a chair and stretched out, his feet resting on the library table.  Enjoy yourself, enjoy air conditioning. 

“St. John stepped forward, immediately caught by a net, work of an ancient civilization…This whole trip had been a big gamble, he had known from the start.

“With just a few cuts in the decaying rope, James St. John tumbled down into a cavern, dark and dank after many centuries.  A cobwebbed torch was visible on the craggy walls, and he struck a match….

"Ahead was a pedestal, on which stood the object of his search…a beam of light streaming from overhead upon it...

Oh, no.  Really?  Really? Copying from a classic? 

Does this look familiar?

But on David read.  “St. John retrieved a counterfeit item from his battered leather bag to replace the treasure.  Snatching the treasure and swiftly setting the fake, St. John chuckled as he beheld the ancient jug.”

Wait for it…wait for it…

“James St. John raised the jug up into the light.  It was truly a hideous but opulent object, with amber and bone chips inset in the priceless gold.  Then the ground rumbled beneath him, with…”

Well, Jimmy boy, happy trails…David tossed the book on the carpet and left.

The bold words above are Wednesday Words, probably 2015. Hope you enjoyed how they were used.

Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took the baton when Delores' computer went all wonky.
Go on, with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!

59? 59? Really?

    Super Bowl is here! Yay! 1967, Vince Lombardi coach

I used to think the game was what people watched, and the commercials were entertainments to allow the teams to do whatever it is that teams do.  

But, these commercials are what many people (myself included) watch instead of or with the game.

These are two of the favorites:

 

My favorite commercial is of NFL reception with football players.  NFL forbids using it, but you can go to this site: 

 

youtube.com/watch?v=rENmkc2cUxA

 

You have never been at a reception like this one!