With all of this talk of the cafe and Mom's great cooking I want to share with you her pecan pie recipe. My hubby always loved her pecan pie, so she passed on the recipe to me many, many years ago. It is fast to mix and bake and believe me you will love it --- Grab your mixing bowl and pie plate-----
1-- 9 inch pie crust---(my sister uses the bought ones--not me, I do it the good ole' way and roll my own..) Either kind works
3 eggs, beaten well
1 cup of sugar
1/4 stick of margarine--melted
1 cup of Karo Syrup (white)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Pecans to cover the top of pie--think it takes a couple of cups
Mix the above ingredients well
Pour into unbaked pie crust
Spread pecans on the top of pie, covering all of the top
Bake @ 350 for 35 min. or until done
I hope that you and your family will enjoy it as much as we have through the years. Mom never minded giving her recipes out to people, in fact she was always honored when asked to share one....ENJOY!!!!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Truck Driving Gal
There are some things that you do growing up and you reflect back on the the incident you are amazed that you are still here and kicking..Freddie keeps reminding me that I haven't written this particular story so here it is---oh, by the way, I think this should put to rest any doubts that we all have a guardian angel.
I was left at home to watch after Mick,Mike and Cinda while Mom and Dad were working at the cafe----well, everything went real well until around 1 O'clock or so and the 2 little brothers decided that they didn't want to stay out there in the country any longer..they convinced me that we should take Daddy's "bob tail truck" (that he used to haul hay) we talked it over and made the decision that we could drive it into town ( 10 miles).
The major problem that we faced was that we were so young and driving ANY sort of vehicle was non existent. Heck, it didn't faze us, I was the oldest and tallest so I was the driver--Mickey remembered how Dad started up the truck and shifted gears so he helped me with that, while Mike sat on the floor and held the foot feed down. We didn't really know about the brake and clutch so I was mashing both of them down.
We managed to drive that old truck those 10 very long miles to town...had to cross a Hwy. and I do remember that we were pretty "spooked" over that but our angel must have cleared the way for these little idiots.. Dad always pulled the truck to the back of the cafe and parked --the alley was very narrow and I drove over some trash cans but other than that no harm was done, except Dad had to buy Mrs. Salmon a new trash can. Mike was still sitting in the truck floor helping with the driving and he gets to really pumping the breaks while I was mashing the clutch--When I asked--o.k. when I yelled at him asking what he was doing he told me this is how Daddy stops this thing!!
When we go walking into the cafe and Mom & dad see's us and wants to know how we got to town---wellllll,I knew right away my chances of going to the movies that week-end was slim to none!! Daddy gets real pale looking. They were NOT happy with any of us--Cinda stayed clear of trouble as she told them that she was too little to help us..
By the way --the reason sweet little Mike was pumping the brake like a pump jack gone wild was that Dad was having brake trouble and was waiting on the mechanic to come out to the house and look at it---he was afraid to drive it into town..
This "outlaw" blood that runs in the family just has to "crop" out every now and then . ..It's a thousands wonders that we didn't drive right through the back of the cafe . Yep, we were certainly protected but I just got to tell you, it was one heck of a ride!!
I was left at home to watch after Mick,Mike and Cinda while Mom and Dad were working at the cafe----well, everything went real well until around 1 O'clock or so and the 2 little brothers decided that they didn't want to stay out there in the country any longer..they convinced me that we should take Daddy's "bob tail truck" (that he used to haul hay) we talked it over and made the decision that we could drive it into town ( 10 miles).
The major problem that we faced was that we were so young and driving ANY sort of vehicle was non existent. Heck, it didn't faze us, I was the oldest and tallest so I was the driver--Mickey remembered how Dad started up the truck and shifted gears so he helped me with that, while Mike sat on the floor and held the foot feed down. We didn't really know about the brake and clutch so I was mashing both of them down.
We managed to drive that old truck those 10 very long miles to town...had to cross a Hwy. and I do remember that we were pretty "spooked" over that but our angel must have cleared the way for these little idiots.. Dad always pulled the truck to the back of the cafe and parked --the alley was very narrow and I drove over some trash cans but other than that no harm was done, except Dad had to buy Mrs. Salmon a new trash can. Mike was still sitting in the truck floor helping with the driving and he gets to really pumping the breaks while I was mashing the clutch--When I asked--o.k. when I yelled at him asking what he was doing he told me this is how Daddy stops this thing!!
When we go walking into the cafe and Mom & dad see's us and wants to know how we got to town---wellllll,I knew right away my chances of going to the movies that week-end was slim to none!! Daddy gets real pale looking. They were NOT happy with any of us--Cinda stayed clear of trouble as she told them that she was too little to help us..
By the way --the reason sweet little Mike was pumping the brake like a pump jack gone wild was that Dad was having brake trouble and was waiting on the mechanic to come out to the house and look at it---he was afraid to drive it into town..
This "outlaw" blood that runs in the family just has to "crop" out every now and then . ..It's a thousands wonders that we didn't drive right through the back of the cafe . Yep, we were certainly protected but I just got to tell you, it was one heck of a ride!!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Old days health care program
Let's continue on with some more of the old days remedy's----hey I'm trying to save you some money here!!! I have decided one thing for sure, had I been subjected to most of these treatments--NO ONE would have EVER known if I was ailing in any way!!
CUTS-- Let your BEST dog lick any cut that you may have. This is a quick and sure cure for the cut...
COLDS----Starve a cold and stuff a fever--Cross a creek backwards..(I bet crossing the creek did the trick!)
HEADACHES---10 sniffs from a pair of dirty socks should do it...(I think that I
had much rather cross the creek).
CHICKEN POX--- This is a good one y'all .... For the chicken pox--undress your child and roll him under the chicken roost...This is suppose to stop the itching...
Doesn't it seem to you like the chickens played a huge roll in the old days such as eating the wart seed,providing the "droppings" beneath the roost, providing the feathers for pillows and feather beds, not to mention the eggs for cooking and of course the unfortunate chicken that had it's head rung off and than was fried southern style!!
The last treatment is for:
If your eyes feel tired or sore, lay down and close your eyes and rub Vick's on the eye lids..Keep them closed until the BURNING ends....
Just so you know---I MIGHT would have let the best dog lick my cut ---and I could starve my cold and crossed the creek backwards but no way and no how would I have smelled the dirty sock nor would I have rolled my child in the chicken Poop and I can promise you that my eyes could NEVER have gotten tired enough or sore enough for me to burn the heck out of them with Vick's!!!
Treatment's were crude and some didn't make a lick of sense but it was all they had and it was what our ancestor's were raised with....
CUTS-- Let your BEST dog lick any cut that you may have. This is a quick and sure cure for the cut...
COLDS----Starve a cold and stuff a fever--Cross a creek backwards..(I bet crossing the creek did the trick!)
HEADACHES---10 sniffs from a pair of dirty socks should do it...(I think that I
had much rather cross the creek).
CHICKEN POX--- This is a good one y'all .... For the chicken pox--undress your child and roll him under the chicken roost...This is suppose to stop the itching...
Doesn't it seem to you like the chickens played a huge roll in the old days such as eating the wart seed,providing the "droppings" beneath the roost, providing the feathers for pillows and feather beds, not to mention the eggs for cooking and of course the unfortunate chicken that had it's head rung off and than was fried southern style!!
The last treatment is for:
If your eyes feel tired or sore, lay down and close your eyes and rub Vick's on the eye lids..Keep them closed until the BURNING ends....
Just so you know---I MIGHT would have let the best dog lick my cut ---and I could starve my cold and crossed the creek backwards but no way and no how would I have smelled the dirty sock nor would I have rolled my child in the chicken Poop and I can promise you that my eyes could NEVER have gotten tired enough or sore enough for me to burn the heck out of them with Vick's!!!
Treatment's were crude and some didn't make a lick of sense but it was all they had and it was what our ancestor's were raised with....
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Home remendies
Thought that you may be interested in some of the old home remedy's from the good old days. I'll tell you one thing for sure, I would have to be sick enough to die to try these --but it was all they knew to do and the remedies were passed down from generation to generation.
Sore throat-- Make a poultice of Kerosene, turpentine & pure lard & place this on your neck. In 5 minutes you will be able to taste the kerosene in your throat, and the cure will have begun. Then take 2 to 3 drops of kerosene oil in a spoon with a pinch of sugar--swallow this to complete the treatment. ( I wonder if the people that took this treatment stayed away from any open flames??)
Ear aches--Heat in oven either salt or cornmeal. Tie it up in a soft bag or sock and apply to hurting ear. Mom made many of these for me as a child because I had a lot of ear aches--after smelling the hot cornmeal all night I would wake up wanting cornbread that day. The heat did ease the pain some.
How to get rid of a seed wart--Are you ready for this???
The directions say to pick at the seed wart with a needle to make it bleed, get one of the seeds and feed it to a chicken, and the wart will go away!!! Now don't you just have to wonder how on earth ANYONE could come up with this---don't ask me if it works--I'm just passing these things along....
Sore throat-- Make a poultice of Kerosene, turpentine & pure lard & place this on your neck. In 5 minutes you will be able to taste the kerosene in your throat, and the cure will have begun. Then take 2 to 3 drops of kerosene oil in a spoon with a pinch of sugar--swallow this to complete the treatment. ( I wonder if the people that took this treatment stayed away from any open flames??)
Ear aches--Heat in oven either salt or cornmeal. Tie it up in a soft bag or sock and apply to hurting ear. Mom made many of these for me as a child because I had a lot of ear aches--after smelling the hot cornmeal all night I would wake up wanting cornbread that day. The heat did ease the pain some.
How to get rid of a seed wart--Are you ready for this???
The directions say to pick at the seed wart with a needle to make it bleed, get one of the seeds and feed it to a chicken, and the wart will go away!!! Now don't you just have to wonder how on earth ANYONE could come up with this---don't ask me if it works--I'm just passing these things along....
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Soda Pop
Enjoying a soft drink was a treat for people when I was young or at least it was in our part of the country. We called them soda pop, and there were brands and flavors that have been gone a long time----darn that makes me feel old!! My favorite was a NuGrape, it was bottled in the neatest little bottle, recently while we were shopping in a antique store Freddie found a Nugrape bottle and bought it for me---a Man after my own heart giving me the old bottle--I love it.
All of us had our favorites--Jerry & Bev both liked Coke's, Mickey loved Dr. Pepper- Mike's choice was usually Root Beer and Cinda's preference was Orange Crush.
Later people quit calling them soda pop and started saying soda water---then some would say soft drink..Later it was just Coke--someone would ask if you wanted a coke and sure I did , then the orders would be for Dr. Pepper, Nugrape, 7-up anything maybe except a coke. Coke just covered ALL soft drinks. I am not sure what people call it today--I still say Coke and figure everyone knows what I mean...
Speaking of the drinks that are no longer made, reminds me of a few candy bars we loved that fell by the way side--soft peanut patty. Toppers, Jo-Boy,we liked a few others that are no longer made but I can't remember the names------(my memory is becoming a thing of the past too.)
All of us had our favorites--Jerry & Bev both liked Coke's, Mickey loved Dr. Pepper- Mike's choice was usually Root Beer and Cinda's preference was Orange Crush.
Later people quit calling them soda pop and started saying soda water---then some would say soft drink..Later it was just Coke--someone would ask if you wanted a coke and sure I did , then the orders would be for Dr. Pepper, Nugrape, 7-up anything maybe except a coke. Coke just covered ALL soft drinks. I am not sure what people call it today--I still say Coke and figure everyone knows what I mean...
Speaking of the drinks that are no longer made, reminds me of a few candy bars we loved that fell by the way side--soft peanut patty. Toppers, Jo-Boy,we liked a few others that are no longer made but I can't remember the names------(my memory is becoming a thing of the past too.)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Summer
With the days getting really nasty and hot ( I am not a fan of hot weather) I am sure thankful for all of the air conditioning that we have today--our homes--our cars and when we shop all of the stores are cool. Not so in the old days, as I have mentioned before, at bedtime we would get our quilt and go looking for whatever breeze may be blowing into the house and that was the spot that we put down our pallet. A few people that we knew had electric fans--(they lived in town)...guess that the country folks had to be tougher or crazier to survive the heat of the summer.
The stores in town had several ceiling fans but no air conditioners. Its funny how and what you remember--like the things I so vividly recall about the drug store--from the wonderful smell of the soda fountain to the sound that the ceiling fans made--a distinct swishing sound.
You traveled with every car window down when you went anywhere--most women would tie a headscarf over their hair to try and keep it half way presentable-- - it was all to no avail. When you stepped out of that furnace called a car your hair looked like Phillis Dillards--big sweat rings were somewhere on your clothing--the ladies make-up had melted and rolled to their stomach. In general you looked like something the dog's dragged in!!
The first car air conditioner I ever saw was a round oblong tube looking thing that you stuck into your car window--rolled the window up than placed ice inside of this "object". It had a little fan that in theory blew across the ice than into the car---ahhh to be rich enough to ride in such style would have been nice!
The old days and old ways are and will always be near and dear to my heart but when it is 100 degrees plus outside I don't hesitate to enjoy the modern way of life.
Remembering how hard the work days were for people back then--never mind the weather--hot or shivering cold they had their work to get done. All of the canning the women had to do was always in the heat of summer standing over the hot stoves. Life was tough but most never complained-it was all that they knew. It is no wonder that the life span was much shorter back in those days.
The stores in town had several ceiling fans but no air conditioners. Its funny how and what you remember--like the things I so vividly recall about the drug store--from the wonderful smell of the soda fountain to the sound that the ceiling fans made--a distinct swishing sound.
You traveled with every car window down when you went anywhere--most women would tie a headscarf over their hair to try and keep it half way presentable-- - it was all to no avail. When you stepped out of that furnace called a car your hair looked like Phillis Dillards--big sweat rings were somewhere on your clothing--the ladies make-up had melted and rolled to their stomach. In general you looked like something the dog's dragged in!!
The first car air conditioner I ever saw was a round oblong tube looking thing that you stuck into your car window--rolled the window up than placed ice inside of this "object". It had a little fan that in theory blew across the ice than into the car---ahhh to be rich enough to ride in such style would have been nice!
The old days and old ways are and will always be near and dear to my heart but when it is 100 degrees plus outside I don't hesitate to enjoy the modern way of life.
Remembering how hard the work days were for people back then--never mind the weather--hot or shivering cold they had their work to get done. All of the canning the women had to do was always in the heat of summer standing over the hot stoves. Life was tough but most never complained-it was all that they knew. It is no wonder that the life span was much shorter back in those days.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Mom's ice cream
Our days are getting warmer and all too soon we will be be sweltering in the hot days of summer. I am not a warm weather person, never have been and never will be. Our family like so many others would get out the old crank ice cream freezer frequently-- to enjoy homemade ice cream. Every child anxiously awaited to see if they would be the one to get to sit on the top of the ice cream freezer...After Mom had filled the freezer with the ice cream mixture, she put it inside of the wooden freezer bucket-placed the crank on it than put the ice and ice cream salt all around the bucket--alternating the ice & salt. The final step was folding a towel & placing it on top of the freezer..Now this was the place that EVERY CHILD wanted to be... it really cooled you off--also gave you the coldest bottom north of the Brazos. The job of turning the crank wasn't near as much fun, in fact as the cream hardened, the cranking became very hard to turn.
We had some peach trees and Mom was always making peach cobbler or peach fried pies to go with the ice cream. Sometimes she sliced the peaches, sprinkled some sugar over the fruit and we had it as a topping....That was my favorite.
Mom's ice cream recipe is not a real rich tasting cream but it is still our favorite-- in later years she started making a much richer ice cream I will post later---but for today, go get your ice cream freezer and lets "crank up" some of Mom's old fashioned ice cream ==
6 eggs-- beat good
3 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 can pet milk
Homogenized milk
Dash of vanilla--(I use 1 tsp.)
After mixing all of the above real good, pour the mixture into the freezer can- place the can into your freezer bucket. Finish filling the freezer can with homogenized milk..Put the lid on, attach the crank---now you are into business!! If there is a little one around, slap a towel on top and place your little sweetie pie on top -- don't forget while you are cranking be sure to tell them a story of the good ole days.....( I am well aware that probably NONE of you have a crank freezer but it may be a good investment--for you & for the lucky child that will have the memory .)
We had some peach trees and Mom was always making peach cobbler or peach fried pies to go with the ice cream. Sometimes she sliced the peaches, sprinkled some sugar over the fruit and we had it as a topping....That was my favorite.
Mom's ice cream recipe is not a real rich tasting cream but it is still our favorite-- in later years she started making a much richer ice cream I will post later---but for today, go get your ice cream freezer and lets "crank up" some of Mom's old fashioned ice cream ==
6 eggs-- beat good
3 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 can pet milk
Homogenized milk
Dash of vanilla--(I use 1 tsp.)
After mixing all of the above real good, pour the mixture into the freezer can- place the can into your freezer bucket. Finish filling the freezer can with homogenized milk..Put the lid on, attach the crank---now you are into business!! If there is a little one around, slap a towel on top and place your little sweetie pie on top -- don't forget while you are cranking be sure to tell them a story of the good ole days.....( I am well aware that probably NONE of you have a crank freezer but it may be a good investment--for you & for the lucky child that will have the memory .)
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