Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Breakfast on the Run - Holiday Help . . .

This is a great loaf to have on hand for quick breakfasts on busy, holiday mornings. You can butter it or not and enjoy it with tea, coffee, or hot cocoa. Once the smell drifts from the kitchen, you might not have any left come morning. You can also bake this batter in muffin tins for an even more portable snack.

Spicy Ginger Orange Pumpkin Loaves

2 eggs
1/4 cup vegetable oil
½ cup molasses
½ cup brown sugar
1/4 cup milk
2/3 cup pumpkin
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ginger
1/4 teaspoon cloves
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon grated orange zest

 

Directions

In a medium bowl, beat egg and oil. Add milk, brown sugar, molasses, and pumpkin, and beat to combine.

Sift flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, nutmeg, vanilla, orange zest, and add to wet ingredients. Beat until smooth. Pour into a vegetable oil sprayed loaf pans. This recipe makes two loaves.

Bake at 350 degrees for 40-45, or until a tester comes out clean.

THE quote for the day!

The recognition of the sanctity of the life of every man is the first and only basis of all morality.
- Leo Tolstoy

God's Way . . . from the Internet

I asked God to take away my pain.

God said, "No. It is not for Me to take away, but for you to give it up."

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.

God said, "No. Her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary."

I asked God to grant me patience.

God said, "No. Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned."

I asked God to give me happiness.

God said, "No. I give you blessings. Happiness is up to you."

I asked God to spare me pain.

God said, "No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to Me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow.

God said, "No. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make your fruitful."

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.

God said, "No. I give you life so that you may enjoy all things."

I asked God to help me love others as much as He loves me.

God said . . . "Ahhhh, finally you have the idea!"

Internet Wisdom from H. R. Stockert

Internet Wisdom from H. R. Stockert

My mother taught me Logic . . . If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can’t go to the store with me.

My mother taught me about Anticipation . . . Just wait until your father gets home.

My mother taught me about Receiving . . . You are going to get it when we get home.

My mother taught me about Genetics . . . You are just like your father!

My mother taught me about ESP . . . Put your sweater on; don’t you think that I know when you’re cold?

My mother taught me about Justice . . . One day you will have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you . . . then you’ll see what it’s like.

Carrots and Justifiable Anger - Dinner Time 'Discussions' . . .

Our budget is such that getting ten pounds of carrots for under three dollars makes them a fixture on my  shopping list. Unfortunately, my children never sympathized with me on this aspect of saving money. I have had several unsuccessful attempts in disguising carrots at mealtimes. Children have radar when it comes to sensing a carrot in their vicinity. I am sharing my failures with you so you can avoid the same dinner-time pitfalls.

1. I tried passing off steamed carrots as hot dogs, but it just didn’t work. Relish and ketchup aren’t applied now until the children test the contents of the bun on both the dog and cat.

2. I decided to try something trendy. I told them it was orange sherbert but the unsuccessfully pureed carrot bumps cued them in.

3. Mixed mashed carrots into their liver and they still wouldn’t eat it!

4. Told them it was actually hashed, orange rutabagas, not carrots. They threatened to call 911.

5. Painted red stripes on carrots and put them into their Christmas stockings. Told them Santa left the candy canes.

6. Tried honesty . . . told them carrots taste like chicken.

7. Found a recipe for ground carrots and cottage cheese that was suppose to fry up ‘just like a hamburger patty’. My children’s first question was, "Mom, why are you frying cottage cheese and carrots?"

8. Told them they couldn’t have dessert unless they ate all their carrots at dinner. Almost had a mutiny when they discovered dessert was Carrot Cake.

9. Told them they weren’t carrots but odd-colored zucchini. Actually refused to believe me!

10. Chopped up the carrots into cubes and told them it was tofu in their stir fry.

Old-Fashioned Lemon Bars

I'm anxiously watching over our little lemon tree. There are a good many large lemons hanging from it's branches and I'm hoping they all turn a beautiful yellow and come to maturity. I'm craving something lemon and can think of no better way to enjoy fresh lemons than with lemon bars. Everyone has their favorite recipe for this dessert. This is mine. I include the lemon extract because I have found that the combination of both the fresh lemon juice and the extract really brings out the flavor.

Old-Fashioned Lemon Bars

1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup sifted confectioners sugar
½ cup butter
2 eggs
3/4 cup sugar
½ teaspoon fresh lemon zest
3 tablespoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon lemon extract
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 tablespoons flour
1/4 teaspoon baking powder

Confectioners sugar for sprinkling

Stir together one cup flour and 1/4 cup confectioners sugar. Cut in butter till mixture clings together. Pat into ungreased 8x8x2-inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 10-12 minutes.

In mixer bowl, beat eggs; add sugar, peel and juice. Beat till slightly thick and smooth, 8-10 minutes. Stir together 2 tablespoons flour and baking powder; add to egg mixture. Blend just until all moistened. Pour over baked layer.

Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes. Sift sugar over top. Cool; cut into bars.

The Parent's Prayer - author unknown

Our Heavenly Father make me a better parent. Teach me to understand my children, to listen patiently to what they have to say and to answer their questions kindly.

Keep me from interrupting or contradicting.

Help me to be as courteous to them as I want them to be to me.

Forbid that I should ever laugh at their mistakes or resort to shame or ridicule.

May I never punish them out of anger or spite or to show my power.

Help me, dear Lord, to demonstrate by all that I say and do that honesty does produce happiness.

Reduce, dear Lord, the meanness in me. And when I am out of sorts, help me to hold my tongue.

May I be ever mindful that my children are merely children and that I should not expect them to have the maturity and judgement of adults.

Let me not rob them of the opportunity to do things for themselves or to make their own decisions.

Help me to grant them all reasonable requests and give me the courage to deny them the privileges that I think may be harmful.

Help me to be fair and just and kind, O Lord, so that I will earn their love and respect and they will want to imitate me. This is the supreme compliment.

Amen.

Stuffing Dumplings . . .

We always seem to have leftover bread stuffing from Thanksgiving. Even after we have done our best to eat up all the leftovers, half a pan of bread stuffing will glare at me every time I open the refrigerator. I finally discovered a way to use up the entire leftover situation even down to the stuffing.

Stuffing Dumplings

2 eggs
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
2 1/2 cups leftover bread stuffing

Beat the eggs and flour together until smooth.  Break up the stuffing and hand mix it into the egg/flour mixture. Stir into a  mixture that will hold together when you form it into dumpling-sized balls. To cook,  drop the balls of stuffing (about a tablespoon and a half in size) into simmering soup. Cover and keeping it on a gentle simmer, cook for ten minutes.

This recipe works with turkey or chicken soup. If all you have is broth, just use that with the addition of the diced vegetables along with the dumplings. This can be as elaborate or as simple as your budget demands.

You can also cook the dumplings in salted water and serve them alongside leftover turkey and gravy for a new way of enjoying the leftovers. Don't forget the cranberry sauce!

Applesauce Reminder . . .

I went bargain hunting at the local grocery store. I watch for sales and then stock up to be ahead when the prices spiral up the next time I go. Apples were on sale for as low as 77 cents a pound today. It reminded me of pork roast dinners with homemade applesauce! When I was growing up, my mother always served applesauce with the pork but it was the applesauce out of the can. The first time I made my own applesauce, it lacked something . . . that tinny taste. I didn't miss it and have been making my own ever since. At one point in my culinary endeavors, I would make and can my own applesauce. I would happily view my dozen or so jars of my work with thoughts of how I could preserve the abundance of Fall apples throughout the winter and a bit into the New Year. That's when I heard the snap  of my newly sealed jars and came upon my four children, each with fresh jar and spoon in hand, happily munching away. I've learned to make it for the meal I need it now!

Applesauce

8-10 apples but include one or two of the tart variety in your choice
1/2 cup water
Juice and zest of one lemon
3/4 cup granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Peel, core, and dice the apples. If you like it chunkier, make the pieces bigger. Combine all the ingredients in a roomy cooking pot. Bring the mixture to almost a boil and then turn it down to a simmer for about 20 minutes. Remember to stir and keep an eye on the liquid. You might need to add a bit more water if it dries out too much. When the apples have started to break down a bit and are tender, turn off the heat and let it cool down before putting it away in the refrigerator. It makes 3-4 cups depending on the size of the apples you used.

Some grins with truth . . .

"Once you've learned to study in a bathing suit on the grass with muscled men throwing frisbees over your head, you can accomplish almost anything."
-- Susan Rice


"Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip."
-- Will Rogers