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Notes from a Country Kitchen


Fri, Aug 10th, 2001
Posted in Columnists

Annabelle Kvam Monday, August 13, 2001

In all this HOT and humid weather I was glad I didn’t have to sit down and milk cows by hand or have to help getting meals for all the threshers like years ago. When we get older, we wonder how we ever did do all the work in the heat as now we have air-conditioner’s in our homes, stores, offices, and churches, aren’t we spoiled. I think of all the pop, lemonade and kool-aid that we drink in a day compared to cold water we pumped on a hot days and mother would make us lemonade and she had to squeeze the lemons by hand, no ready made lemonade those hot days, but when she had it made, boy! was it delicious while we were haying or shocking grain.
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Chuckle

Don’t Count Your Chickens

Ole was a farmer in the old country. One day he decided to try raising chickens and ordered 300 “starter chicks” from the co-op. About a week later, he returned and said every single chick had died. The clerk was dumb-founded. He contacted the hatchery, which sent out 300 new starter chicks, plus an extra 50 to make up for the farmers inconvenience. Ole took them home, but a week later he was back again. The clerk was flabbergasted and called the hatchery again. This time they sent Ole 400 chicks, alas, a week later Ole was back with the same complaint. The clerk called hatchery and asked what to do. They suggested Ole send one of the chicks to the Ministry of Agriculture and ask for an opinion, which he did.

“I’m enclosing one of my dead starter chicks,” Ole wrote.

“Am I planting them too deep, or is there another problem?”

“I don’t know,” the Ministry of Agriculture wrote back,

“Send us a soil sample.”
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Isn’t it amazing to realize by fifty you have spent over fifteen years in bed and three years eating.
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If you feel dog-tired at night, maybe it’s because you growled all day.
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From a newspaper wedding announcement: “This is the third marriage for the groom. He has been in two wars.”
. . . . .

My face in the mirror,
isn’t wrinkled or drawn.
My furniture is dusted,
the cobwebs are gone.
My garden is lovely,
so is my lawn.
Don’t think I’ll ever put
my glasses back on!
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Why?
1. Why are a “wise man,” and a “wise guy opposites?

2. Why do “overlook” and “oversee” mean opposite things?

3. Why is phonics not spelled the way it sounds?

4. Why do we put suits in a garment bag and garments in a suitcase?

5. How come abbreviated is such a long word?

6. Why do “fat chance” and “slim chance” mean the same thing?”
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Hints

• “Sunburned?” Dissolve a pinch of baking soda in a cup of whole milk and put it on your sunburn.

• Do not grease sides of cake pans, cake will rise higher.

• If you add a teaspoon of vinegar to fat you fry doughnuts in, the donuts will not absorb the grease.
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~Until next week, Annabelle

Berry Special Pie

1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips
1 1/2 teaspoons shortening
1 chocolate crumb crust
2 cups fresh raspberries
1 carton (8 oz) frozen whipped topping, thawed

Melt chocolate chips and shortening, stir until smooth. Spread over the bottom of pie crust. Top with raspberries and whipped topping. Refrigerate until serving.

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