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Notes from a Country Kitchen


Fri, Jul 12th, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, July 15, 2002

It’s often said that a family that plays together and prays together will stay together. That may be an over simplification, but is has a lot of truth to it. Planting the right kind of a garden is one of the best ways to keep a family together. Everyone from the littlest toddler to the eldest grandparents can help rake, sow, weed and water the family garden. The best family garden incudes rows and rows of squash, turnips and lettuce.

Plant three rows of squash: (1) Squash selfishness, (2) Squash criticism, (3) Squash envy.

Plant four rows of turnips: (1) Turn up for suppertime, (2) Turn up for fun time, (3) Turn up for work time, (4) Turn up for bedtime.

Plant five rows of lettuce: (1) Let us love one another, (2) Let us trust one another, (3) Let us praise one another, (4) Let us discipline one another, (5) Let us believe in one another.
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Chuckle
A boy and his mother went for a walk when a dog in a fenced yard began barking at them. Trying to reassure the frightened child, his mother said soothingly, “There’s an old proverb - barking dogs never bite.” Unconvinced, the lad asked, “Does the dog know that proverb.”
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I’m not only getting older, I’m slowing down. Last week it took me an hour and a half to watch 60 minutes.
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It’s not the load that breaks you down, it is the way you carry it.
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How is it when a man pushes a golf cart around for hours it’s recreation, but when he pushes a lawn mower it’s work?
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Worry is interest paid on trouble before it falls due.
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My Home Town
I wouldn’t trade my little town
For a dozen Empire States,
or a hundred other buildings
with their stories piled like crates,
a little town’s just big enough
For me to feel a part;
and still it is just small enough
to hold close to my heart!
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How Children say “The Lord’s Prayer”
1. Give us this steak and daily bread and forgive us our mattresses.
2. Our Father who are in Heaven, Howard be thy name - this lady always thought that was God’s name when she was a little girl.
3.”Lord lead a snot into temptation - this lady said she was praying for her little sister to get into trouble.
4. This mother spent her early childhood saying, “Hail Mary full of grapes.”
5. This little boy always prayed, “Our Father, who Art in Heaven, how didja know my name.
6. This lady remembered saying, “Give us this day our jelly bread.”
7. A little boy always prayed, “He suffered under a bunch of violets. The real words were, “Under Pontius Pilate.”
8. This lady lived next door to a couple of charming little girls who always sang, “And the rain came down, and the floods came up; but a couple of little boys next door sang, “And the rain came down and the spuds came up.
~Until next week, Annabelle

Blueberry & Peach Cobbler

2 tbsp. sugar
2 tbsp. brown sugar
1 tbsp. cornstarch
1/2 cup water
1 tbsp. lemon juice
2 cups peeled sliced fresh peaches
1 cup blueberries

Topping
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1- 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 cup milk
1/4 cup butter or margarine softened

In a saucepan, combine first five ingredients. Bring to a boil, stirring until thick, add fruit and pour into a 2 quart baking dish. For topping, combine flour, sugar, baking powder and salt in a mixing bowl. Stir in milk and softened butter. Spread over fruit mixture. Bake 350º for 1 hour. Serve warm.

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