Grandma Mabel could really cook.
Saying for the Day: They don't cook like grandma any more.
My sister , who doesn’t like Bush, told me that I had to blog at some point about my grandmother’s cooking.
The picture is of my Grandmother Mabel, my mother’s mother, with my Grandfather James and their son Donald.
It has nothing to do with gram’s cooking but I wanted a different picture than I had already used.
My grandmother came from a family of great cooks.
Her father and brother were about to open a bakery when they died in the mine accident.
She inherited all of that ability.
Every Christmas we went to her house for diner.
She provided a feast.
She made pies , custard (not soggy), lemon meringue , raspberry, and apple beter than any I’ve had since.
She also made saffron buns and saffron bread the taste of witch I can still remember.
I have tried but I have never duplicated her saffron buns.
She also made currant cookies that melted in your mouth.
Now if my sister were writing this the list would be longer.
She made a potato sausage that I hated but Dawn loved and some kind of tomato dish that we can’t pronounce yet alone spell.
When I would visit it would seem that she was always cooking.
She had a big wood stove that she cooked on.
There was always a pile of kindling next to it.
I used to build castles out of that.
The air was always filled with fantastic aromas.
Some of my greatest childhood memories are in that kitchen.
News from Pigeon Falls-the little town in my backyard where even old ladies go rabbit hunting-Eino still hasn’t heard from the Department of Homeland Security about the stone man in the basement of his garage. They seemed more interested in the White Rabbit. It would seem they look on it as a threat to national security. Now our poor White Rabbit is not only being proclaimed as a demon by Mrs. Trumble but as a terrorist by the Department of Homeland Security. You would think they would have something more important to do.
Some people miss the dragon. They are hoping that it is hiding somewhere while its wound heals. Mrs. Trumble says that sshe thinks it’s never coming back.
Mrs. Harry Rajala went over to the casino in Watersmeet and won one thousand dollars from a slot machine. Dr. Fortress runs a bingo train to the casino every Thursday. It is always full but most people lose. Mrs. Rajala says she is going to have some repairs made on the house since she can’t get Harry to make them. She wonders why all husbands can’t be like Big Rudy.
A group of kids got caught swimming in the Crippled Creek lake. There are no swimming sign posted all around the lake but that didn’t stop them. It was a hot fall day and we don’t have many of those. One of the kids was Tommy, the undertaker’s son. He always seems to be in the center of trouble. They were given a warning by the DNR man that caught them and sent home.
The County Consolidated High School has renamed its teams “The New Potatoes”. Before this year they were called “The Savages” but the Indian community complained. They said the potatoes have no lobby and so the name should be safe. On the first broadcast of a game the announcer couldn’t keep from laughing when he announced that the New Potatoes are coming out on the field. When the team fell far behind early in the game he said “ The New Potatoes are really being mashed tonight”. Perhaps the school should rethink the name.
The Link for Today-Live Forever or Die in the Attempt- Remember to put the words Dr. John in the comment to get those patriotic, flag waving JCPOINTS (makes no difference which flag).Check HERE for your points.
Betty went to Bible study this morning. I finished Dawn's blog print out for August. When Betty came home she painted some more windows outside. Now she has gone to work on an ELCW project.I need a breathing treatment.