tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post8406823376751793031..comments2023-07-19T11:11:18.439-04:00Comments on Dazed and Confused: I can almost taste it now . . .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859537032816186857noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-26870873455623875372010-10-20T15:07:06.868-04:002010-10-20T15:07:06.868-04:00I love to bake, too! In fact I always say that I o...I love to bake, too! In fact I always say that I only cook because we have to eat, but I LOVE to bake! I don't remember what I made first, but it was probably oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. That is a staple in my family. I have a great pumpkin cookie recipe that we have been making since I was a kid, too. Let me know if you want it.<br />But my favorite baking story is about my mom. My grandma always told it to us, and we never tired of hearing it. They were renting a farmhouse, so the chicken coop was off limits. But my mom was making a mud cake and thought that if she added eggs (like she saw my grandma do) that she could make a yellow cake. So in she crawled, through the little opening the chickens went through. And out she would come using her dress to hold eggs. After multiple trips, her mud cake would still not turn yellow! Later that day, when the farmer came to collect eggs and found none, but found lots of shells under the front porch, he was livid. My grandma had to shield my mom from him, as he was so angry. I still makes me giggle to remember my gram telling us that story, in her most dramatic voice, and us kids laughing at our silly mom trying to turn mud yellow with eggs.lynneandcohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02535007646923761783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-45913085518312392152010-10-20T09:33:43.992-04:002010-10-20T09:33:43.992-04:00Sisters can be a lot of fun in the kitchen. One ye...Sisters can be a lot of fun in the kitchen. One year the three of us (probably high-school era) volunteered to make all of the Thanksgiving dinner. At one point prior to stuffing the turkey, we were flying him around the kitchen with sound effects and peeing our pants laughing. <br /><br />EdithEdith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-80884001998915856722010-10-20T09:19:57.139-04:002010-10-20T09:19:57.139-04:00This reminds me of my mother's story. When sh...This reminds me of my mother's story. When she got engaged, Gram decided Mom should learn how to cook. She taught her how to make donuts. That's all. Just donuts. End of lessons.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179027379034179865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-38821015158327928152010-10-20T08:53:21.516-04:002010-10-20T08:53:21.516-04:00Rats! I knew I should've had a sister instead...Rats! I knew I should've had a sister instead of two brothers! Sounds like fun. (And I <i>love</i> spice cake--especially with walnuts and raisins.)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859537032816186857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-77849963488229383872010-10-20T08:39:24.802-04:002010-10-20T08:39:24.802-04:00Spice cake! My sister and I would often go into t...Spice cake! My sister and I would often go into the kitchen to bake and pretend we were doing that old tv cooking show with Florence Hanford and Jeannie, her assistant. My mom's one stipulation ------ we had to toally clean up afterwards - lol. Guess who always was Florence? Me! My sister, Terry, was mad that I always was the 'lead' - uh oh, I think I had a bit of Angelica in me! We had such fun!!!!!!!!<br />RitaestelleRitaestellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01197620465554852221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-28503097476649473712010-10-20T08:14:23.847-04:002010-10-20T08:14:23.847-04:00LOL, Dru! My very first cookbook was the Betty Cr...LOL, Dru! My very first cookbook was the Betty Crocker Cookbook. I still have it and it's my go-to reference for everything. (It's held together with duct tape.) I passed up a mint-condition copy at a garage sale a few years ago and I'm sticking kicking myself over it.<br /><br />Edith: my husband loves pumpkin pie, and there's nothing wrong wit the taste of it--I just can't get past the texture for some reason. Go figure!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859537032816186857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-60990631343266665082010-10-20T07:49:06.226-04:002010-10-20T07:49:06.226-04:00My sisters and I always did the pies at Thanksgivi...My sisters and I always did the pies at Thanksgiving, and I'm the youngest of the three. Pumpkin was my favorite pie, so I got to mix up the pumpkin stuff, and used my grandmother's recipe instead of the one on the can. It has more spices and less milk, so it's richer, yummier. And I still have the recipe in my metal recipe box!<br /><br />Edith<br />http://edithmaxwell.blogspot.com/Edith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125103167537250391.post-63313422942182048302010-10-20T07:43:34.141-04:002010-10-20T07:43:34.141-04:00An one-egg yellow cake in the Betty Crocker Cookin...An one-egg yellow cake in the Betty Crocker Cooking Book. <br /><br />I would get fancy and add food coloring or chocolate to make it different.Druhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07978384022143035332noreply@blogger.com