Thursday, April 13, 2017
Easter is fast approaching.
In our family we will be celebrating Christ's death and Resurrection with one less person in our family.
Dave's mother passed away Sunday.
She had been struggling with dementia for years and living at Tideview Terrace. She was born in Jerseyville , Ontario. Yes there's actually a place called Jerseyville.
Dave's family moved here, to Nova Scotia in 1983.
They moved here so Len could retire around his family.
It was a difficult time for Marg since she couldn't speak or understand French.
So she was uncomfortable when people would speak it in front of her.
So she decided to get a job in an old folks home.
She loved her job. She took such good care of the residents.
I don't remember the first time I ever met her. But I know that she didn't like me too much the first year or so. I was taking away her only son. The funny thing is that I'm actually the same way
with Jamie's girlfriend (yes, he's got a girlfriend) I try not to be, but like Marg, I find that I don't want my little boy taken away from me. I now understand Marg.
But as the years passed by I grew on her and she once told me that I was like a daughter to her.
She made the best cabbage rolls and Italian spaghetti sauce.
Or as she'd call it, Eye-talian sauce.
Unfortunately, when I asked her one day for the recipe, she told me she had never made cabbage rolls or Eye-talian spaghetti sauce. Dementia was setting in.
She loved Holstein cows and knick-knacks. The house was full of them! She was an easy person to buy for. an Avon knick knack and she was happy.
She was also a neat freak. She loved to iron, as a young lady she worked in a
laundry in Brantford, Ontario and she told me once she loved that job.
I believed her, cause she used to iron everything...EVERYTHING!!!!
She was the only person I know, that would wear out an iron.
She was a good lady. For awhile they owned a cabin in the woods. It wasn't her favourite place to go
but she made it homey with her Holstein cow flower pots and her dozens of
She would buy sugar in bulk because she would feed the dozens and dozens of hummingbirds
that would come to the cabin.
We're not sure what she died of. The flu was going around in the home, but it hit so fast, that the
doctors told us it looked like a stroke. She had decided a long time
ago that she would be DNR. So she was just kept comfortable till the end.
We want to thank everyone that was there for us in body and spirit.
The prayers, cards, phone calls etc...
The day before she passed our Pastor, Shawn Craven, stayed with us for the longest
time to comfort us. For that we will always be grateful.
We met the doctor going in to sign the death certificate.
He told us that Dementia is the worst disease.
You lose your loved one twice.
First when they no longer know who you are and then
when they die physically.
So please, if you can,
donate to the Alzheimer's society
The service was held at Tideview Terrace where Len could attend (he lives there also) and all her friends and the staff that loved and helped care for her.
Have a Blessed Day
and Happy Easter
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Easter is fast approaching so I figured I'd divulge our family favourite Easter recipe.
I know there's probably about a million and one recipes out there right now.
But this one is easy peasy!
And no cloves. My family hates the taste of cloves.
So here goes.
I make sure to de-salt the ham several times before I even begin.
Score the ham in a diamond pattern.
Preheat the oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit.
Put about a 1/4" of water in the bottom of your roasting pan.
But keep an eye on it.
Make sure it doesn't go dry.
Bake for an hour with cover on.
Increase the heat in the oven to 450 degrees.
3 cups lighly packed brown sugar
3 tbsp flour
2 tbsp maple syrup (you can use corn syrup but we like maple syrup better)
3 tsp dry mustard
1/4 cup apple cider vinegar
Mix together till it's all blended.
Pour a third on the ham and bake with cover off.
Keep putting some on until all gone.
You should bake the ham for 30 minutes
and the sugar concoction will make a nice crust on the ham.
Take out, carve and serve.
Hubby likes to take the syrup from the bottom of the pan and put it on his potatoes.
Hey, to each his own.
|Not the best photo, but you get the drift.|
Have a Blessed day!
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
I'm at it again!
And this time it's healthy eating...
Ok, maybe not.
But it's gooood!
And it's the perfect way of getting rid of your abundance of zucchinis!
In the summer I shred my zucchinis and freeze them in 3 cup increments. That way
I'm ready to roll whenever I need to make this cake.
Before I proceed, you're going to need a Bundt pan.
I've never done it in cupcake form, but I assume it would work well.
It's a heavy cake and that's why it wouldn't work well in a regular
cake pan. It takes forever to cook in a Bundt pan.
So here goes.
Chocolate Zucchini Cake
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup oil
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 cup milk
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1 1/2 cup sugar
3 cups shredded and peeled zucchini
1/4 cup cocoa
1 tsp salt
Mix butter, sugar, oil, eggs, vanilla and milk in a bowl.
Sift flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt together.
Blend in together. Mix well.
Bake in Bundt pan at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for 50-60 minutes.
When you insert a toothpick and it comes out clean, it's ready.
Serve plain or with whipped cream.
Have a Blessed Evening
Thursday, March 9, 2017
This is probably the most light and fluffy muffin recipe that I've come across in a long time.
It must be the sour cream.
Dunno but it's divine!
The recipe is a bit long but bear with me.
It's worth it!
2 cups flour
3/4 cup sugar
2 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 cup sour cream
8 Tbs (4 oz) butter melted and slightly cooled
2 large eggs
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups 1/4" diced rhubarb fresh or frozen
3 Tbs sugar
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit
In a large bowl combine flour, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, baking soda and salt.
Whisk to blend.
In a medium bowl whisk together sour cream, melted butter, eggs and vanilla till smooth
Lightly stir in wet ingredients into dry ingredients with a spatula until batter
just comes together. DO NOT OVERMIX!!!
Gently stir in rhubarb. Batter will be thick.
Spoon in muffin cups.
Mix the together topping ingredients and sprinkle on each muffin.
Bake until they are golden brown and spring back to touch.
Around 18-22 minutes
The recipe says they only keep for one day.
But I kept them for 3 days (yes, they lasted that long)
and just reheated them when we wanted to eat them.
I found this recipe on the website Fine Cooking
Regular size muffins, it makes 12.
As Julia Child would say, "Bone Appetite!"
And yes, I do actually cook. I don't always just bake.
I'll post my macaroni casserole recipe one day to prove that I can also cook.
Have a Blessed Evening
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.