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Notes from a Country Kitchen


Fri, May 10th, 2002
Posted in Columnists

Annabelle Kvam Monday, May 13, 2002

Are you forgetful or is it just me. The other day I should say morning, I looked for my wrist-watch for two hours and I thought I’ll just wait, it will show up some where. About two hours later it popped in my head I took it off when going to bed and put it in my pocket in my robe, when I went to bed, which I have never done before. I always lay it on the table when I’m really for bed. Now I understand why my mother would hunt for things and I thought to myself, can’t she remember where she put things. Now I know how she felt, always looking for things she missed placed.
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Chuckle
Mr. Jones and her poodle were shopping one day, when she noticed that the gentleman standing next to her at the counter was looking fearfully at the dog, frisking about his legs.” Don’t be afraid of little Pierre,” she reassured him. “He won’t bite you.” “My good woman,” said the man, “I wasn’t afraid he’d bike, but I noticed him lifting his hind leg and I thought he was going to kick me
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Ole and Lena lost their dog, Ingemar. Lars suggested they run an ad in the paper. “Won’t do any good, da dog can’t read.”
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It is not enough for the gardner to love flowers, he must also hate weeds.
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Don’t be discouraged - its often the last key on the ring that opens the lock.
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Ideas are funny things, they don’t work unless you do.
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Form good habits - they’re as hard to break as bad ones.
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Mothers Day
The watcher.
She always leaned
To watch for us.
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window
In summer by the gate.
And though we mocked
Her tenderly.
Who had such foolish care?
The long way home would
seem more safe.
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all
so full of us.
She never could forget.
And so I think that where she is,
She must be watching yet.
Waiting till we
Come home to her,
Anxious if we are late,
Watching from
Heavens windows
Leaning from Heaven’s gate.
Hoping you all had a nice Mother’s Day.
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Hints
When frying chicken I always use prepared pancake mix to roll it in. It browns much quicker to a rich golden crust and if I run out, I just add a little sugar and baking powder to the regular flour and that works too.
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Garlic cloves planted in a circle around the trunks of fruit trees will eliminate root borers. Also plant plenty of marigolds in the garden, they repel cucumber and bean beetles.
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It is true that some wine improves with age, but only if the grapes were good in the first place.
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~Until next week, Annabelle

Rhubarb Cookies

3/4 cup sugar
1/3 cup oil
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup rhubarb sauce (unsweetened)
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp soda
1/2 baking powder
1 1/3 cups flour
2 cups oatmeal
1/2 cup walnuts

Mix sugar and oil together. Add beaten egg, vanilla, rhubarb sauce and oatmeal. Sift dry ingredients together and add to first mixture. Stir in walnuts. Drop from spoon onto cookie sheet. Bake 375º for 15 minutes or until golden brown.

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