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Notes from a Country Kitchen

Fri, Mar 22nd, 2002
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, March 25, 2002

Here is a job we dont have to do anymore, but it was fun sometimes. I remember one time my sister and I had orders to fill the straw tick off one of the beds upstairs, so we got it to the straw pile, got it filled so nice, started for the house, got the giggles dropped it in the mud and did we catch it then.

Remember th job you used ta do
Occasionally fer yer ma
Empty and clean the old bed tick
And fill it again with straw?
You only had a little place
In the middle of the tick,
And gittin th corners
Filled up good
Wasnt an easy trick.
Youd have to get it
Stuffed in right
Or your ma would make
You keep on
Until you got th job done right
Or it wouldnt be fit to sleep on.
Then youd have to have
Some help
To get it up the stairs
And handle it purty careful like
For fear that it would tear.
Youd spread some comforts
On it then
(you didnt have a sheet)
And after youd put
The pillers on
Yer job would be complete.
It rattled some, and was
Rough at first
But when it got more flat,
And th straw got kinda
Mixed up fine,
It was purty good at that.
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Ole was getting absent minded - one day he poured syrup down his back-and scratched his pancake.
. . . . .
Always behave like a duck, keep clean and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like crazy underneath.
. . . . .
In pioneer days a young fellow was caught stealing horses. He as quickly tried and condemned to hang. The old sheriff put the noose around his neck and told him he could have ten minutes to say anything he wanted. The young man declined. Then the mayor offered to use up the ten minutes with a speech, asked if that would be all right. The horse thief answered, I guess so, but Id rather you hang me first.
. . . . .
The sweetest music comes from an old violin.
. . . . .
Do unto others as if you were one of the others.
. . . . .
Teach us to number our days
Someone has stated how a lifetime of 57 years may be spent: We sleep eighteen years and seven months, fifteen years and five months we work, eight years are spent in recreation, and five more to travel, three years we are sick, and we spend two years getting dressed. Dont worry about it, this was from 1977; nothing about sitting in front of the TV or computer.
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Truly: The seconds of life are rubies, the minutes are pearls, the hours are emerald, the days are sapphires, and the years are diamonds. Time is too precious to wantonly waste any of it. Thomas Lister, famous maker of grandfather clocks, pasted inside his clocks this reminder of the rapid flight and proper use of time.
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~Until next week, Annabelle

Crumb-Topped Broccoli Bake

1/4 cup chopped onion 2 tbls all-purpose flour
2 tbls butter or margarine 1/2 cup milk
1 jar (8oz) process cheese sauce
2 pkgs (10 oz each) frozen broccoli cuts
3 eggs, beaten Salt & pepper to taste
1/2 cup crushed butter-flavored crackers (about 12 divided)

In a saucepan, saute onion in butter until tender. Stir in flour until blended. Gradually add milk, bring to a boil, cook and stir for two minutes or until thickened. Reduce heat, stir in cheese sauce until smooth. Remove from heat.

Cook broccoli according to package directions, drain and place in a bowl. Add cheese sauce mixture, beaten eggs, 1/4 cup cracker crumbs, salt & pepper. Transfer to a greased 1 1/2 qt baking dish, sprinkle with remaining cracker crumbs. Place dish in a larger baking pan, fill with hot water to a depth of 1 inch. Bake uncovered, 350, 50 mins or until golden brown.

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