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Notes from a Country Kitchen

Fri, Jan 25th, 2002
Posted in Columnists

Annabelle Kvam Monday, January 28, 2002

When I am old
Then Ill live with my children And bring them great joy,
To repay all Ive had from
Each girl and boy.
I shall draw on the walls and Scuff up the floor;
Run in and out without
Closing the door.
Ill hide frogs in the pantry,
Socks under my bed.
Whenever they scold me,
Ill just hang my head.
Ill run and Ill romp,
Always fritter away the time to Be spent doing chores every day.
Ill pester my children
When theyre on the phone,
As long as theyre busy,
I wont leave them alone.
Hide candy in closets,
Rocks in a drawer,
And never pick up my
Clothes from the floor.
Dash off to the park and
Not wash a dish.
Ill plead for allowance
Whenever I wish,
Ill stuff up the plumbing and Deluge the floor,
As soon as theyre mopped it,
Ill flood it some more.
When they correct me,
Ill lie down and cry,
Kicking and screaming,
Not a tear in my eye.
Ill take all their
Pencils and flashlights,
When they buy new ones,
Ill take them again.
Ill spill glasses of milk to
Complete every meal,
Eat my bananas and
Just drop the peel,
Put toys on the table,
Spill jam on the floor,
Ill break lots of dishes as Though I were four.
What fun I shall have,
What a joy it will be
To live with my children
Like they lived with ME!
P.S. Dont worry kids
I love you all, Mom.
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Spending money without getting any enjoyment out of it, is known as economy.
. . . . .
Empty is life that is filled with nothing but things.
. . . . .
May the joys of yesterday, and the hopes of tomorrow, blend into a perfect today.
. . . . .
A man was arguing with a gun-toting woman over a carcass in the middle of a field. The guy kept trying to get a word in edge-wise, but the woman kept yelling: Get away from my deer! Get away from my deer! Finally the man backed off, Ok lady, I will, but first let me get my saddle off it.
. . . . .
Did you hear about the woman who called the telephone company and complained, my cord is to long, could you pull your end in about two feet?
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Left overs
When two quarrel, both are in the wrong. Those who deserve love least, need it most. Before we set our hearts too much on anything, let us examine how happy they are who already possess it. Nothing can cook your goose quicker than a boiling temper.
. . . . .
A newly married man found his wife sitting stock still in the kitchen. She was following a recipe which said, Dont stir for fifteen minutes.
. . . . .
We once had a big
ram named Rover
Who loved to catch
someone bent over.
One day he caught Dad,
What a big time he had
When Dad ended up
in the clover.
. . . . .
A childs definition of house and home: when you are outside, it looks like a house, but when you are inside it feels like a home.
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~Until next week, Annabelle

Chicken Supreme

8 chicken breasts
8 slices bacon
1 (4 oz) pkg dried beef, broken up
1 can cream of mushroom soup
1/2 pint sour cream
Cover bottom of 8x12 baking dish with the dried beef. Roll breasts up wrapped in bacon. Place seam-side down on the beef. Mix soup and sour cream together. Pour over all. Refrigerate. When ready to use bake 275 for 3 hours uncovered.

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