Being in my parents' home, which has a full-size stove and OVEN that does not require three hours to reach usable temperature and heats my living space to over 80 degrees, AND with access to the most beloved cookbooks in the house, I have been taking full advantage.
For the first month here I frequently stepped on the scale, and even though I have not seen it change, my pants began to get tighter. I partly blame it on the lack of exercise we get here. But I also acknowledge the drastic change in our diet since arriving.
At the end of our second month here, I am now afraid of the scale.
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| God Bless church ladies! |
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| My mom's contribution. In the family, this is known as 'Grandma Davis's Marshmallow Cake'. (That's my mother's grandmother, by the way.) This is the cake I ALWAYS requested for my birthday. Best frosted with 7-Minute Frosting , or Betty Crocker's Fluffy White Frosting, then sprinkled with coconut. Another helpful hint, if you want to try the recipe: let the eggs reach room temperature first. |
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| Family favorites were handwritten onto empty pages left for that purpose. Jackpot! Three of my absolute favorites! I have made all three since arriving. Click the picture to view full size. |
Here's our family standby recipe for Christmas pudding. Mother got interviewed on CBC's Morningside one year when Peter Gzowski was doing a segment on family recipes.
ReplyDeleteIf you wish to make the pudding in which everyone delights,
Of six pretty new-laid eggs you must take the yolks and whites.
Beat them well up together till they thoroughly combine
And be sure you chop the suet up particularly fine.
Take a pound of well-stoned raisins and a pound of currants dried
A pound of pounded sugar, and some candied peel beside.
Beat it all up well together with a pound of wheaten flour
And let it stand and settle for a quarter of an hour.
Then tie the mixture in a cloth and put it in a pot
Some people like the water cold and some prefer it hot.
Although I do not know which of these two plans I ought to praise
I know it ought to boil an hour for every pound it weighs.
If I were Queen of France, or, still better, Pope of Rome,
I would have a Christmas pudding every day I dined at home.
All the world should have a piece, and if any did remain,
Next morning for my breakfast, I would have it fried again.