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Celebrities Favorite's Weird Candy Trivia Growing Candy. Update 1-11-2019
|Read, "The Story of the
Missing Cookie Jar" by pen
vampire. A delightful little
Christmas story with
mouthwatering warm tasty
recipes for the most
wonderful time of the year!
Read "Santa and the Magic
Key", plus recipes for your
holidays. A story by pen
Easter eggs, bunnies and
Read "Easter and Where
NOT to Hide Eggs" Memories
of Easters past and a few
Logan's Halloween Story
-The original story won first
place in sixth-eighth grade
division of Southeastern
Middle School, 2005 by Logan
Lyon, alas, no recipes.
Food and Genealogy A
story By Robin L. Wallace.
Our lives, our families, our
very history's are defined by
the foods we eat.
Family Reunion Recipes
"The Fourth of July and Other
(With Apologies to Jean
By Robin L. Wallace
A short story by Suellen Fry.
Memories of my father and
his version of
Memorial Day Recipes - "For
me, Memorial Day was the
day when we went out where
relatives were buried in the
tiny, local cemeteries and
thoroughly cleaned up each
graveside, carrying away
branches that may have fallen
in the winter.................."
Grandma Erin's Story of
Courage and Sweet Tater Bi
Recipes - Recipes our
grandparents used from a
poultice, mustard plasters,
gargles and paste.
|Aunt Helen Duryea's Shepherd's Pie Balls
12 large potatoes, boiled
half stick butter, cold and cut up into small pieces
1/2 cup heavy cream*
1 cup bread crumbs
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 pound lean ground beef
1 stalk celery, finely diced
3 cloves garlic, finely diced
salt and pepper to taste
olive or vegetable oil for frying
Peel and boil potatoes until fork tender. Drain and set aside. In a skillet, brown celery and onion in a little butter before adding ground
beef. Cook until meat is thoroughly done. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Drain on paper towels and set aside to cool.
Mash the potatoes, mixing in butter and cream until you get a smooth, not-too-wet mixture. Add salt and pepper to taste. When the
hamburger is cook enough to handle, make a small ball of mashed potatoes in your hand and place a small amount of the hamburger
mixture inside it. Cover the hamburger completely so that it is completely encased in the potatoes. Set the balls aside on a plate until
you have used up all the ingredients making small balls.
When the balls are finished, heat a skillet and add in about 1/4 cup of olive or vegetable oil for frying. Beat the eggs, and roll the balls in
the egg mixture. Roll the balls in the bread crumbs before placing carefully in the oil to fry. Turn once after first side is golden and allow
other side to brown.
Drain on paper towels after frying.
NOTES: * To make the recipe a little lighter, you can substitute regular whole milk for the cream. I would not use anything lighter than
2% milk as it doesn't work as well. Some family members have reported that an equal amount of evaporated milk works as well.
VARIATIONS: you can put finely diced green and black olives or green peppers into cook with the meat.
Another variation is to add a packet of French onion soup mix into cook with the meat to give it a more sauce like feel, although it will be a
little messier when you encase it in the mashed potatoes. Other family members have also used undiluted cream of celery or cream of
mushroom soup. You might have to play with it a little to form the balls properly for frying later. If you have the time, it's well worth it to
experiment until you get the mashed potato consistency proper for the wetter internal meat mixture.
Others have also added grated carrots while cooking in the meat mixture and added mashed peas to come closer to the taste of a baked
Shepherd's pie. I don't use carrots due to a food allergy, nor have I tried adding mashed peas, so I can't speak as to how successful this
might be. Remember to add pepper to taste if you add the envelope of soup mix, but salt should not be necessary since the mix is salty
enough. In this case, you should only need to salt the mashed potatoes.
These make a great hors d'oeuvres and can be made easier to grasp if you skewer them with a toothpick.
|Pumpkin Pie Recipe
1 can (29 ounces) solid pack pumpkin (Lake Shore is our local brand --- the pie
mixes like Libby's don't work for this)
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon ginger
1 teaspoon allspice
1 teaspoon ground cloves
2 cups milk
2 9-inch pie shells
Preheat oven to 400°F. Mix well beaten eggs, pumpkin, sugar, salt and spices. Add milk and stir until mixture is smooth. Line two
9-inch pie pans with pastry. Pour filling into the pastry shells, dividing it equally. Bake in hot oven (400°F) about 45 minutes, or until a
knife inserted halfway between center and edge comes out clean.
Notes: # To lighten up the pie, try using an equivalent amount of a sugar substitute, like Splenda in the mix. You may want to decrease
the amount if you don't want the pie to turn out too sweet,
Although the original recipe doesn't call for it, both grandmas, then Mom used to add in this amount of cloves in the recipe for a tastier
Instead of regular milk (I never use anything but whole milk for this recipe if canned evaporated isn't available --- don't use sweetened
condensed milk because it is too sweet with the amount of sugar in it), Gram Irwin always used an equivalent amount of Evaporated milk
in this recipe. If she didn't have enough, she'd mix regular milk in to make up the 2 cups needed for the recipe.
You can either make your own pie shells, using your favorite recipe, or in this case, the frozen 9-inch variety works very well. Preparation
time will drop significantly if you use the commercial variety, but if you do, make sure the shells are thawed before you put the pumpkin
mixture in them. As I have never tried to make a deep dish pumpkin pie (the ones that can hold up to 4 cups of custard), I don't if this
amount of mix will produce two full pies or not. To keep from spilling, I would suggest that you place the two shells on a cookie sheet
before filling them for an easier transfer to and from your oven.
Western New Yorkers will swear with their dying breath that this brand of pumpkin for the pie is the best anywhere (I have seen letters
and queries in papers in all parts of the US asking if there's any place this brand can be purchased outside of the area --- there's even
one entrepreneur who is making a mint on eBay selling cans of it to those who have no one left in the area who can send "care packages"
with that or a very popular loganberry-based soda we have here). I think it may be because there is nothing but solid pack pumpkin
puree (with no preservatives or any additives) in the can, so whatever your local brand is should work just fine if you have something
similar. You can also use an equal amount of home-pureed pumpkin to achieve the same results, as long as you have cooked out some
of the water for a thicker product.
VARIATIONS: For a bit of a variation, try adding in a quarter cup of finely chopped pecans or walnuts to the mix before adding in to the
pie shell. Bake as normal.
Some people in the family who make their own pie shells save some of the dough scraps which they cut into decorative shapes like maple
leaves. About 10 minutes before the pie is done, add them on top of the custard so they can brown with the rest of the pie shell and not
Others have sprinkled about 2 tablespoons of maple sugar over the top for a little maple-flavored glaze on top (I suspect regular sugar
will work as well, but it could make the pie a little sweeter than you like).
Serves or Makes: 2 9-inch pies
Source (if known): original recipe, without the additions, from Lake Shore canned pumpkin label
|What follows below are some of our favorite recipes that we use around Thanksgiving time.
I hope you enjoy them as much as we do.
Thank you, Robin Wallace
|I wanted to let you know the photos are from my collection. Old black n
white photos just seem to go with vintage recipes and stories. Now we
So often I read a piece by Robin Wallace and discover a world we may
never see again. With a true heart, American know how and a smidge of
"do it yourself".
This is just a piece, so with recipes included here is .........
Thanksgiving Dinner and Other Interesting Holidays
Robin L. Wallace
|Sure that they were safely off at last, my mother packed up the first aid kit, lugged it back
inside, and went to clean herself up, before coming back to my grandmother's house and her
dinner. Just as she was about to lock the door, she remembered the rubber bands
(although the rolls never made it), the original reason she had come to the house, and
retrieved them, before she locked up for good. The deputy called to say that they had
arrived safely, the baby weighed in at 8 pounds, 3 ounces, and that the deputies would be
returning the clamps in the next few days. After the story ended, my grandmother went into
the living room to rescue my grandfather from the cat who was busily trying to mooch ice
cream from him, before shepherding the three of us all out to the kitchen to put away food
and do up the dishes while my mother relaxed.
A couple of days later, there was a knock at the front door of our old farmhouse. My sister
and I had just gotten home from school, and were greeted by the sight of a nervous young
man standing on the front porch. He looked to be in his early 20s, and was clutching a
brand-new brand name blanket, a pair of brand-new hemostats, both still in the original
packaging. Along with the rest of the load was a small bouquet of flowers. He seemed
rather surprised that my sister and I and the older family dog met him at the door. Clearing
his throat, he asked if he could speak with the lady of the house.
|Luckily, the deputy was able to keep the poor father from collapsing on the ground, but it was clear that both of them were dangerously
close to losing it. Positioning the mother so it would be easier for her to deliver her baby, Mom happened to look up and happened to
notice that anyone who might be passing by had an unusually clear view of everything that was going on inside the station wagon,
including the fact that the poor woman was wearing no pants and was positioned to facilitate the birth, leaving nothing to the
imagination. Getting the woman to breathe and get ready to push when the next contraction hit, Mom called out for the two men to hold
up the blanket to shield the poor woman from passersby. When she next looked up again, there was the husband, ashen faced, trying
to hold up the folded up blanket in front of the open station wagon door, covering little to nothing from prying eyes.
|Inside, she found a VERY pregnant woman lying in the back of the wagon,
obviously very much in labor. Her water had broken, and after a quick look all the
while telling the woman that she was a nurse, quickly determined that the baby's
head was already crowning. Pulling her head back out of the station wagon, my
mother noticed the deputy had the father, who was busily hyper ventilating,
seated on the foot of his patrol car. She quickly called him over, to jammed her
house keys in his hand, and gave him terse instructions on where a blanket and
her first aid kit were located. She sprinted over to make sure the father was in
no danger of fainting. He just looked at her blankly, mumbling, "B-b-b-baby
coming NOW!" About then another howl erupted from the woman in the wagon,
and Mom quickly rejoined the woman in labor. Just about then, the deputy
showed up lugging a blanket and the first aid kit. The husband came over again,
took one look, and started to crumple. By then, the first aid kit was open and
sitting on the hood of Mom's car. Stuffing the blanket in the deputy's hands,
she hissed at him, "DO something with that guy!"
|Sighing, we finished our dessert, sneaking covert peeks at were my mother sat beaming, eating her pie slowly.
She appeared to be enjoying every mouthful, but personally, I think she was enjoying our discomfiture far
more than what she was eating. With an almost royal flourish, she set down her fork at last, and dabbed at
some nonexistent crumb with her napkin.
|"Honey," my dad said, trying to sound nonchalant, "why on earth would the
deputy be calling you? Is there an emergency we have to get to?"
"That?" Mom said, brightly. "Oh, no, honey, the emergency is already taken
By then, already bored by the events surrounding the phone call, Grandpa Irwin
had wordlessly wandered off back into the living room, a plate full of apple and
pumpkin pie, with whipped cream, vanilla ice cream and a thin slice of aged
cheddar cheese atop the slice of mince meat well in hand, followed by a hopeful
Cleo, no doubt in pursuit of pumpkin custard, cream or cheese. We were all
dying to know what had gone on, but before we could burst out in a chorus of
questions, Grandma Irwin hushed the lot of us, saying calmly, "Just eat your
pie, dears. She'll tell you when she's had a chance to finish hers."
|Without really being aware of it, more than 40 minutes passed by, with my
mother still nowhere in sight. Grandpa Irwin finally made his way from his
newspaper reading in the living room to inquire when it was, exactly, that we
were going to finally start supper because he and the cat were starting to get
hungry, darn it. Surprised, Grandma Irwin went out to consult the old electric
clock that hung over the kitchen sink and noticed that by that time, nearly an
hour had passed with no word from my mother. "Maybe you had better call
her, dear," Grandma told me quietly, "to see what could be holding your
Just as I was about to my hand on the phone to call my mother, it started to
ring. Picking it up, I was surprised to hear my mother on the other end.
"Mom," I said, puzzled, the packets of blue rubber bands are right in the
medicine cabinet on the second shelf just where I told you they were.
Haven't you been able to find them?"
|Throwing her hands up in resignation, my mother sighed, "Never mind, I'll just go back to the house and get them,
then we can start supper."
Although I'm not sure, I seem to remember that she and my grandmother had found some other element missing
from the dinner that had been left on the kitchen table back up at our house. In no time at all, dressed in her coat
and holding her wallet and keys, my mother took off for our house, which was located about two miles up the road.
The trip there and back should have taken no more than 10 minutes at the very most.
|I suppose I should take a moment here to explain the system this particular orthodontist used to divide the different weights and sizes
of rubber bands which he used to help the teeth move around as a part of how the braces readjusted the alignment. Some practices
separated the weight, width of the band, and interior diameter by assigning them numbers. The doctor that I went to, did this by having
his staff place a set number of them into little colored envelopes, most of which were about half the size of a business card. As I
remember, each came with 25, and it is my responsibility every time I went in for an appointment to make sure I had a supply of two or
three of the colored envelopes of any bands I might be using. I used to keep one set in my purse to take with me to school, and the
rest in the medicine cabinet of the downstairs bathroom. Being the tiniest of the three, the bands which came in the blue envelope were
the ones that I was constantly losing either from breakage when I moved my mouth, or because for some perverse reason, these little
buggers had figured out how to detach themselves in a fashion which would then turn them into deadly missiles launched at
unsuspecting targets when I least expected it (I later figured out how to aim them and launch them at will --- a very interesting skill). As
a result, I usually picked up at least three times the amount of this particular band is compared to the others. Despite the number of
times the office staff would grumble about how many of these precious bands I took home, the orthodontist insisted they let me have as
many as I asked for after the last time my primary care physician (and also head of the county's Medical Association) made him open up
on a weekend when he was out golfing to give me the supplies I needed after the orthodontist had gotten into a snit and prescribed a
heavy-duty narcotic as a painkiller when my parents complained to him following a session where he over tightened the braces initially
because he didn't want to cancel any orthodontic appointments during a raging thunderstorm when the majority of the county was under
a power blackout. Instead of canceling my appointment, which would have been the wiser course, he used a failing flashlight as a poor
lighting source while he tightened the braces, causing me nearly four days of agony where I couldn't eat or drink anything. My doctor,
short on bedside manner, but long experience offered to make sure the orthodontist didn't practice anywhere in the entire state again, if
I or my parents ever came back to him with any more complaints of how my treatment was being handled. The prospect of losing such a
lucrative practice, especially in light of the fallout from the prescription of the drug the orthodontist ordered for me, made the
orthodontist exceedingly accommodating to any request I had while I was still under his treatment.
|As it happened, we were just getting ready to sit down to
Thanksgiving dinner when one of the minute rubber bands sailed
out of my mouth and flew across the room to heaven only
knows where (as far as I know, we never DID find it, even years
later). Feeling that something was not quite right with my
mouth, I ran my tongue along the weavings contained therein,
only to discover the little rubber band which came in a blue
envelope from the orthodontist, was now M.I.A. Completely
faithful to everything I had been spoon-fed, I immediately
checked in my coat pockets and the purse I carried with me from
our own house to my grandmother's house. No such luck. The
little envelope I carried with me which was pink, as well as the
yellow one, were both in the purse where they should have been,
but the blue one was nowhere to be found.
|Later that same year, just before school started, I began what was to be a long ordeal wearing braces to
straighten my teeth. By the time Thanksgiving had rolled around, my teeth were completely encased in metal
bands with a wire that ran the entire length top and bottom (if I had a tuner, I swear I should have been able
to bring in most of the AM radio stations available in the area), and they were interwoven with multiples of tiny
rubber bands strung along tiny little posts welded to various bands in patterns that would have made the
crocheters among my family proud.
|Without saying a word, my dad went over and tapped the attendant who was stationed at the
student's head on the shoulder to move so that he could take the attendant's place. Heedless of
what the wet mud would do to the pants of his white nursing uniform, Dad very carefully knelt
down to get a grip on the backboard so he could lift the girl onto the stretcher. I noticed that he
positioned his knees very carefully, almost as if he was straddling something on the ground. On
the count of three, Dad and the other attendant were able to lift the girl up with minimal effort and
get her placed on the stretcher so they could strap her down for transport. As they lifted her up,
the dilemma soon became apparent -- the girl had long, brownish colored hair which hung down
her back, and was almost long enough for her to sit upon. When she'd been thrown from the car,
it had been loose, and consequently trodden into the mud by the boots worn by the attendants.
Without knowing it, the man who had taken the position up at her head, had been kneeling fully on
her hair, in effect, keeping her pinned to the ground all the time they struggled to get her onto the
stretcher. In less than 15 minutes after my parents arrived, the accident had been completely
cleared away, and the girl was safely on her way to the hospital located in the city to the north.
Unfortunately, the lackluster level of medical care in our area remained the same for almost 24
months after that.
|Another example of our need for medical help came in the form of Paul's Crack Troops'
the closest volunteer ambulance corps to us. We had an intersection not a quarter of a
mile from Gram's house where two major routes intersected. One led to the city to the
north of us, and the other led to the state university campus in the town about six miles
away. There was an incredible number of accidents and fatalities at the corner because
there was no traffic light at the location (I don't think we finally got one until the early
1980's after years hounding the state for one), and since the intersection wasn't well
marked and those travelling to and from the city often forgot basic driving etiquette
about slowing at an intersection and giving way to those travelling to and from the
campus (equally guilty of the same infractions).