Monday, February 13, 2017
It seems like I'm on a recipe roll.
I'm going to share with ya'll my mom's brownie recipe.
I hope she doesn't mind....oh well.
3/4 cup flour
1/3 cup cocoa
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup sugar
Mix together and then stir in
1/2 cup shortening
3 Tbsp water
1 tsp vanilla
Bake at 325 degree Fahrenheit for 25 minutes
in a 8x8 greased pan.
I've started putting them in tiny cupcake pans and making
two bite brownies.
We had company for supper last night so I made
Fudge Brownie Pie.
Which is really just a large piece of brownie with
vanilla ice cream on top drizzled with chocolate sauce.
It's really horrible..not.
But last night instead of making a large brownie, I shoved the little two bite brownies into
the ice cream. Again...not very good.
It's to die for!
Oh and a great thing about this recipe is that if you eat them standing up,
there's no calories!!! How awesome is that.
My mom sometimes makes a chocolate frosting to put on top of the brownies.
So here's the recipe for that.
I'm telling you...I'm divulging family recipes left and right.
What else might I divulge?!
3 Tbsp butter
3 Tbsp cocoa
2 Tbsp hot water and
1/2 tsp vanilla
Add 1 1/2 cups of sifted icing sugar
Beat until creamy.
Another thing you can add is crushed walnuts or pecans to the brownies before baking.
Gotta go before I reveal other family secrets!
Have a Blessed Day!
Saturday, February 11, 2017
I'm going to divulge my secret blueberry muffin recipe.
But you have to promise not to share it with anyone.
It's just for you.
I can't even remember what cook book I got them out of.
But they're goooood.
So here goes....
just remember it's between you and me.
1/2 cup butter or margarine
1 1/4 cup sugar
(hey I didn't say it was a healthy muffin)
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 cup white flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cup milk
2 cups blueberries (frozen or fresh)
Cream butter and sugar
Put dry ingredients together
Mix into butter mixture
alternating with milk
Fold in berries
Bake at 375 degrees Fahrenheit for 30 minutes.
Or until a toothpick comes out clean.
The recipe was originally just white flour but I prefer to add one cup of
whole wheat flour.
I also like to add cranberries or rhubarb with the blueberries.
Spice it up a bit.
Hope you like them.
And don't forget....
it's our secret!
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Most women complain about their hair.
I'm no exception, but I really shouldn't complain.
I've inherited my hair from my father's side of the family
since my mother's side all have very thin hair.
My hair is thick, grows extremely fast and I'll be
50 this summer and I don't have any grey yet.
(and don't worry, I check all the time)
My 80 year old aunt still had no grey
so I guess I shouldn't complain...
Not everyone is so lucky.
So last year I decided to let it grow to donate it.
And this is the result.
(I guess I could have worn a more flattering shirt.)
|I wanted to make sure we got as much length as possible. So we put it in ponytails.|
|10" of hair!|
Saturday, January 28, 2017
A few weeks ago, I dragged my mother to a writing workshop.
I'm really big on writing down memories.
I love hearing old stories of when she was a child and the
life they led was fascinating.
She was one of 10 children!
Her parents had 5 boys and then 5 girls.
She's the eldest of the girls.
I keep telling her I'm going to write a book about her and her siblings one day.
This is probably why I write a blog.
It's not very private, but after I'm gone hopefully my memories of somethings will
But as usual I digress.
The workshop was for people over 50.
I'll be there soon enough, so they let me attend.
We were to write a story about ourselves.
From long ago, yesterday,whatever.
So my mom and I chose back in the day stories.
It gave me an idea.
I asked her to send me pictures of my childhood and I would blog about the
memory that would pop up in my mind.
So here goes. Not one of my usual posts.
I was born in 1967.
So the first two pictures are of my second Christmas.
The third, I'm not sure and neither is my mom.
I look to be around 4 or 5.
|My dad, me and my mom at my grandparents house.|
|My aunt Diane, me and my aunt Elizabeth at my grandparents house.|
The thing I remember the most about my Christmases as a child
was my grandparents house.
Back in the day, before global warming, we used to have snow...a lot of snow.
A kids dream.
Christmas eve would start with having supper and my mother would always make this nasty concoction called "Pate a la viande".
It was tea biscuits mixed with stew meat. It was dry and nasty.
But if I didn't eat it all, we wouldn't open our gifts.
So even though it would make me gag, literally, I would eat it.
I'm not sure why, but around here, it's customary for a lot of families to open
their gifts Christmas eve.
After we'd open our gifts, we would bundle up and head to
what people in these parts affectionately call "Pinque Alley".
This is a road that most of my relatives live in and we have the nickname of
"Les Pinques" the Bluejays. Why, well that's another post.
We'd usually start at my Uncle Alphonse and Aunt Angela. They had two girls that were just a bit younger than I was. By now they had opened their gifts and we could see what they had gotten.
Next was Uncle Joe (his real name was Alfred, don't ask me why they called him Joe) and his wife Cecile. They had two children also. A girl and a boy.
And on and on we kept visiting the rest of the uncles and aunts.
By the time we were done it was late in the evening and everyone
congregated at my grandparents.
The house was small. And when you'd walk in the door the heat of the wood stove and the smell of rappie pie would hit you in the face.
The small kitchen had a large wood stove that would heat that end of the house.
The even tinier living room held a large Wood Chief stove that would keep
that end of the house warm and toasty.
When I say everyone would congregate there, I mean around 20 adults and 20+ children in a teeny tiny house. The adults would chew the fat and us kids would go in the stairs to talk about what we had gotten for Christmas and school woes. The stairs was the premiere spot to be since it was unheated on the second story, so the heat wasn't so bad in the staircase.
But we weren't allowed to go upstairs. It was a bit of a mystery.
Some years we would make up stories about what was really up there.
The food was always there. You just ate as you got there. There was no set time to eat.
As long as you were done for 10pm.
The menu was simple, chicken rappie pie or stew meat rappie pie.
Dessert was jelly rolls (homemade of course!) and Barley candy.
The barley candy was a mystery to us little kids.
There was a place in Yarmouth that would make barley candy. But that was, at the time, over an hour away. And I don't remember my grandparents owning a car. So how did it get there?
After everyone had full bellies, my grandparents would sit down in the place of honour and open their gifts from everyone. Much ouuing and ahhing went on.
All gifts were admired, didn't matter how small or large they were.
Then ten o'clock was the bewitching hour.
Everyone needed to leave to go to the midnight mass.
I'm not sure which was worse, eating pate a la viande or going to the midnight mass.
Remember, we were just little kids and waiting in a huge, hot stuffy church for two hours before the mass began was torture. You couldn't talk, fidget or look around to see where your friends were.
By the time the mass began, most kids were asleep.
But every midnight mass, one kid was chosen to bring up the baby Jesus.
Oh my, what a honour that was, especially since they got a small gift afterwards.
I never got chosen, because this wasn't our home parish.
After the hour and a half long mass, we were on our way home.
Friday, December 30, 2016
Everyone does things for their spouses that they don't really like.
My thing is dill pickles.
I cannot stand the smell of vinegar
and I cannot stand the smell of dill pickles
or pickled beets.
But I do it for him anyway
cause I love him....
We'll do just about anything for our spouses....
Well I think I should win the wife of the year award
for this one.
A local delicacy we have in these parts is called
"des beurgots picklez"
Yup, you read that right.
Not those tiny little periwinkles you see on the beach.
But these nasty, honkin' big things.
They get caught in the lobster fisherman's traps so they sell them
to people who like to nosh on them, like my husband.
The problem with pickling these suckers is that they are full of slime....
Yup, you read that right also...slime
First of all you have to cook them in a large pot.
Take them one by one and make sure the foot is facing down.
So as they cook they can de-slime themselves.
I must have you just drooling with anticipation by now..
Well wait, I'm not done.
It takes a while to take them one by one to position them correctly.
But after it's done you add a little bit of water and steam them for 20 minutes.
Like you would a lobster. (I'd rather have the lobster)
While they're enjoying their steam bath
you have to make a brine or brew or whatever you want to call it.
Everyone has their own concoction.
We borrowed ours from my mom's neighbour.
It's really just apple cider vinegar, brown sugar,onions, water and pickling spices.
Cook that for a while.
Next you have to find a long pointy stick (we used lobster picks)
To dig them out of their little houses.
And yes, they look like Shrek's boogers.
I'd better stop, I can just imagine my description is wanting to make you run
to my house and break down the door.
The cooked product.
Note the picture above. Looks like a nasty booger doesn't it?
Well you can't eat the entire thing. Nooooooo...
That would be too easy.
Remember, these things, even though they've de-slimed themselves as
they were cooking, are still very slippery and slimy.
So you have to take a very sharp knife and cut about a third down.
You don't eat the grey bottom part or even that white middle part.
Just the part that looks like a snail's foot.
Then you have to squeeze it and take the gunk out and rip,
what I would call a fingernail, off!
To me it was all gunk, so it was hard to decipher what was edible and what wasn't.
This is the part of the process that takes the longest.
Take a gander at this beaut! Look at the lovely slime coming out of it.
Then after you're all done.
Just put in hot jars with the brew, seal and hope to hear the ping and pop
of the seals.
The finished product.
A 5 gallon bucket made seven 500ml jars.
That's a lot of work for a few jars.
We started at 9am and finished at 11am.
I'm selling them at $50 a jar.
And no, that's not a typo.
If you would like to try some of these mouthwatering
delicacies, come and visit me.
There might be some left by next week.
If hubby hasn't eaten them all.
Wait, don't bother...
he said he won't share.
Have a Blessed Evening!
Happy New Year and a Belated Merry Christmas
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
What's going on since the goats left?
I know I said that I'd post more, well I guess that went out the door.
I started my Master Gardeners course and that has been taking most of my spare time.
I thank God everyday I didn't start this course when I still had the goats.
It's very time consuming.
They expect you to spend 3-4 hours a week on the course.
Well for someone that hasn't used their brain in a long time
(well in that capacity anyway) I've had to study 2 hours a day 6 days a week!!
I still get up at the crack of dawn. That's when I do my best studying.
It's a lot of work and I'm using a lot of brain power...
but I LOVE it!!!
I did my first exam on Monday and made 90%!
I'm now working on my first assignment and studying plant anatomy and
I need to know 100 botanical plant names by the time I'm done.
So far I've done annuals, perennials and deciduous trees.
I think I'll have a few issues with identifying coniferous trees.
Unless they have a tag on them in the forest, they all look like spruce, pines or cedars to me.
|This is how I study my Latin plant names. The old fashioned way.|
Last Saturday was the Christmas on the Sissiboo craft show.
We did awesome!! Almost sold out of apple butter and I had made
A LOT of apple butter. Phew.
|My table at the craft show.|
|One of our new scents this year.|
Then since we no longer have any goats....
we hopped on the ferry to Saint John New Brunswick and stayed overnight.
Just for the heck of it!
Jamie and his girlfriend came with us also.
I know...Jamie has a girlfriend.
I'm getting old.
She's pretty and super nice.
She's quiet, which compliments Jamie's...
how shall we say this...exuberant personality.
Yes. That's a good word.
|Here we are on the ferry!|
On the ferry Dave was wearing his Christian firefighter tee shirt.
A couple approached him saying how they liked it.
Come to find out they were going home from a conference at a church in Yarmouth.
We talked the entire ferry ride to New Brunswick.
It's nice meeting fellow Christians.
We had just gotten home from the ferry on Sunday morning when Jamie and I decided to go to the penny sale to support the Clare Feral Friends.
We had fun and actually won a few prizes.
Monday night I had a meeting with three students from the local university.
The university has started a new program for their business students.
They pair them up with local small business owners to help them with their businesses.
So I got chosen for my soap business!
How cool is that!
They are so nice and look genuinely excited to help me. I got a girl and two guys.
The girl is from Fredericton NB, but her grandparents are actually local. We know them well.
The two guys are from Morocco and Congo.
This could be interesting to see what ideas all three have.
So needless to say I haven't let grass grow under my feet since the last time we talked.
Have a Blessed Evening.