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Notes from a Country Kitchen
Fri, Jul 27th, 2001
Posted in Columnists
Posted in Columnists
Comments
Annabelle Kvam Monday, July 30, 2001
Why do we have weddings in July when it is so hot! I was to a wedding Saturday, July 21st at Goodhue, MN and it was hot but on the way it rained just a little so it cooled off a degree or two. The church was out in the country and quite large and they had fans going and all the windows opened and where we sat it wasn't’ too bad. I’m sure it was hot for the bride and groom and all the attendants dressed in their very best. One of the grooms attendants was in a wheelchair so they decided to have the other attendants sit during the first part, but stand during the wedding vows and blessings. I remember July 21st, 42 years ago when my son Al was born, it was hot, so guess we like the month of July. Maybe some of us do like the hot weather.
. . . . .
Chuckle
While visiting the second-grade Sunday School class, the pastor asked the children if they knew what happened on Easter. One lad raised his hand and said, “George Washington crossed a river and blew up firecrackers.” The teacher blushed in embarrassment. Suddenly another boy’s hand shot up. “I know what went on Easter Sunday,” he said, “Jesus rose from the dead!” The teacher and pastor were elated - until the boy went on, “and when He didn’t see His shadow, He went back in again.
. . . . .
When you reach for the stars you may not quite get one, but you won’t come up with a handful of mud either.
. . . . .
Prayer should be the key of the day, and the lock of the night.
. . . . .
Watch out when you stretch the truth, it could snap back at you.
. . . . .
Happiness often sneaks in through a door, you didn’t know you left open.
. . . . .
The modern bride
deserves a hand
and praise without a doubt,
Her meals are always
served on time
and very well thawed out.
. . . . .
Nuts and Bolts
Nuts is what you are if you think you can repair anything without at least one trip to town for parts. Bolt is what I try to do to get away whenever Dad has that “fix-it” look in his eyes, and washer is where all my greasy clothes end up. I also know the most basic rule of any wrench; “lefty-loosey,” “righty-tighty.” Guess I’m not such a bad mechanic after all. I know when something rattles, bumps or clumps - it needs fixing, but when it just doesn’t look right - it needs repair work.
. . . . .
Life
To the preacher, life’s a sermon
To the joker, life’s a jest
To the miser, life is money
To the loafer, life’s a rest
To the soldier life’s a battle
To the teacher, life’s a school
Life’s a great thing for the thinker
But a folly to the fool
Life is just one long vacation
To the man who loves his work,
But it’s constant dodging duty
To the everlasting shirk.
To the faithful, earnest worker,
Life’s a story ever new;
Life is what we try to make it
What, my friend, is life to you?
. . . . .
~Until next week, AnnabelleWatermelon Pickles
2 lbs watermelon rind
4 cups sugar
2 cups vinegar
2 cups water
1 lemon, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons cinnamon bark
1 tablespoons whole cloves
Trim dark green and pink parts of rind, cut rind in 1-inch cubes. Soak overnight in salt water, 1/4 cup salt to 1 quart water; drain, rinse and cover with cold water.
Cook until just tender, drain, combine sugar, vinegar, water, lemon and spices tied in a bag. Simmer 10 mins. Remove spice bag, add watermelon rind and simmer until clear. Fill hot, sterilized jars to 1/2 inch from top. Seal. Makes 3 pints.
Why do we have weddings in July when it is so hot! I was to a wedding Saturday, July 21st at Goodhue, MN and it was hot but on the way it rained just a little so it cooled off a degree or two. The church was out in the country and quite large and they had fans going and all the windows opened and where we sat it wasn't’ too bad. I’m sure it was hot for the bride and groom and all the attendants dressed in their very best. One of the grooms attendants was in a wheelchair so they decided to have the other attendants sit during the first part, but stand during the wedding vows and blessings. I remember July 21st, 42 years ago when my son Al was born, it was hot, so guess we like the month of July. Maybe some of us do like the hot weather.
. . . . .
Chuckle
While visiting the second-grade Sunday School class, the pastor asked the children if they knew what happened on Easter. One lad raised his hand and said, “George Washington crossed a river and blew up firecrackers.” The teacher blushed in embarrassment. Suddenly another boy’s hand shot up. “I know what went on Easter Sunday,” he said, “Jesus rose from the dead!” The teacher and pastor were elated - until the boy went on, “and when He didn’t see His shadow, He went back in again.
. . . . .
When you reach for the stars you may not quite get one, but you won’t come up with a handful of mud either.
. . . . .
Prayer should be the key of the day, and the lock of the night.
. . . . .
Watch out when you stretch the truth, it could snap back at you.
. . . . .
Happiness often sneaks in through a door, you didn’t know you left open.
. . . . .
The modern bride
deserves a hand
and praise without a doubt,
Her meals are always
served on time
and very well thawed out.
. . . . .
Nuts and Bolts
Nuts is what you are if you think you can repair anything without at least one trip to town for parts. Bolt is what I try to do to get away whenever Dad has that “fix-it” look in his eyes, and washer is where all my greasy clothes end up. I also know the most basic rule of any wrench; “lefty-loosey,” “righty-tighty.” Guess I’m not such a bad mechanic after all. I know when something rattles, bumps or clumps - it needs fixing, but when it just doesn’t look right - it needs repair work.
. . . . .
Life
To the preacher, life’s a sermon
To the joker, life’s a jest
To the miser, life is money
To the loafer, life’s a rest
To the soldier life’s a battle
To the teacher, life’s a school
Life’s a great thing for the thinker
But a folly to the fool
Life is just one long vacation
To the man who loves his work,
But it’s constant dodging duty
To the everlasting shirk.
To the faithful, earnest worker,
Life’s a story ever new;
Life is what we try to make it
What, my friend, is life to you?
. . . . .
~Until next week, AnnabelleWatermelon Pickles
2 lbs watermelon rind
4 cups sugar
2 cups vinegar
2 cups water
1 lemon, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons cinnamon bark
1 tablespoons whole cloves
Trim dark green and pink parts of rind, cut rind in 1-inch cubes. Soak overnight in salt water, 1/4 cup salt to 1 quart water; drain, rinse and cover with cold water.
Cook until just tender, drain, combine sugar, vinegar, water, lemon and spices tied in a bag. Simmer 10 mins. Remove spice bag, add watermelon rind and simmer until clear. Fill hot, sterilized jars to 1/2 inch from top. Seal. Makes 3 pints.