A cold, rainy day - usually an excuse to bake some of my famous Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Another interesting pass time on rainy days is clipping new recipes to try out later, but the old tried and true favorites are the family's everyday standbys.
My recipe collection is 
Why not take a minute and skim through it? Oh, and you'll want to add it to your bookmarks so you don't forget where we keep it.

We remodeled a bit last spring - Click HERE to see the slide show.
Quick Kitchen ABC's
Add a small amount of quick cooking oats or grated potato to a stew to thicken it.
Bag apples, with green pears, peaches or tomatoes to help them ripen more quickly.
Chicken soaked in buttermilk for 3-4 hours before cooking will be moist and tender.
Don't salt vegetables during cooking; it draws out liquid and they won't cook evenly.
In matters of style, swim with the current;
in matters of principle, stand like a rock.
Thomas Jefferson
2 cups lard make 1 pound
2 cups butter make 1 pound
4 cups flour make 1 pound
4 cups coffee make 1 pound
2 cups granulated sugar make 1 pound
2 1/2 cups powdered sugar make 1 pound
2 cups brown sugar make 1 pound
3 cups chopped meat make 1 pound
2 cups rice make 1 pound
2 cups stale bread crumbs make 1 pound
10 shelled eggs make 1 pound
2 tablespoons butter make 1 ounce
4 tablespoons flour make 1 ounce
3 teaspoons make 1 tablespoon
4 tablespoons make 1/4 cup
2 cups make 1 pint
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends,
To appreciate beauty,
To find the best in others,
To leave the world a better place,
Whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition.
To know even one life
has breathed easier because you have lived,
This is to have succeeded.
_Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nana's kitchen is and has always been, for me, the heart of the home. Some of my fondest memories from childhood center around the kitchen at my Nana's. I can close my eyes and see it plainly. A smallish room with one large, south facing window. A big round oak table and chairs centered in front of the window. A huge silver and black "Majestic" cook stove heated the room... winter AND summer. Cabinetry was an assortment of free standing oak pieces that were both beautiful and convenient. I've always thought someday I would reproduce it for my own kitchen. The only draw back being it would cost a small fortune to acquire such works of art in a modern antique store.
There was an oil cloth on the table and the accumulation of clutter from daily life on the farm found its way there between meals. Laying the table for dinner, my job when I stayed with Nana, usually included putting away various and sundry misplaced items first.
A dark green roller shade, behind crisp white curtains, was lowered to reduce the sun's glare on the table during the day. Sometimes, even now, the act of lowering the sun screens in my porch takes me back through time to that room. (I chose dark forest green shades to cut the glare. No doubt as a subconscious return to Nana's kitchen.)
The smell of freshly baked bread, the act of whipping cream, and the feel of using a certain paring knife all have the ability to transport my memory back to Nana's kitchen.
Laundry Room Secrets
A Day Of Worry Is More Exhausting Than A Week Of Work!
I've Learned....
by - Omer B. Washington![]()
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust and only seconds to destroy it.
I've learned that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do.
I've learned that it's not what happens to people. It's what they do about it.
I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.
I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you'll see them.
I've learned that you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.
I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned that true friendship continues to grow even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are but we are responsible for who we become.
I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.
I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I've learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life.
I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I've learned that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.
I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.
I've learned to love and be loved.
I've learned ... ![]()
Some things we've learned sitting at Nana's kitchen table:
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A word of advice don't give it!
It is better
for things to go in one ear and out the other
than to go in one ear, get all mixed up,
and then slip out of the mouth.
There Is No Heavier Load
Than A Chip On The Shoulder![]()
We're baking a pie just now, but we'd love to take time out to tell you about some of our favorite recipes, household hints, entertaining ideas, and Web finds. The ol' kitchen table is the best place for sharing such things with friends - so grab some coffee, pull up a chair, and let's have a good old-fashioned chat.
Nana's kitchen can be the most wonderful place on a rainy day. Sometimes on a dark, stormy day, with the rain making little rivers down the window pane, it's much too wet to go outside. So we just come in the kitchen and bake up a storm. It's very hard to have the "Rainy Day - Nothin' To Do Blues" with the smell of a cake or a pie making your nose twitch and your mouth water.
A well-run home is a microcosm of sanity in a world that is plainly
mad.
If a home doesn't make sense, nothing does.
_Henrietta
Ripperger
"Life is like an onion,
you peel off one layer at at time
and sometimes you weep."
_Carl Sandburg
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in;
Forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day;
Begin it well and serenely
And with too high a spirit
To be cumbered with your old nonsense.
author unknown
This day is all that is good and fair.
It is too dear,
With its hopes and invitations,
To waste a moment on yesterdays.
_Ralph Waldo Emerson
Take 1 large field, half a dozen children, 2 or 3 small dogs, a pinch of brook and some pebbles. Mix the children and dogs well together; put them on the field, stirring constantly. Pour the brook over the pebbles; sprinkle the field with flowers; spread over all a deep blue sky and bake in the sun. When brown, set away to cool in the bath tub. Dry thoroughly and store in clean white linen for the night. ![]()
Supper Prayer For A Busy Family
unknown
Dear Lord in heaven,
Thank you for our family
And thank you for our food
And thank you for this time tonight
We promise to not be rude.
We're going to share a quiet night
A simple family meal
To get in touch with who we are
To share just how we feel.
COMFORT FOOD
This poignant tale (reprinted here with permission from the Author,
Stephanie Ray Brown) gives the perfect definition of what Comfort Food is really all about.
"Are you sure they taste all right?" I asked my husband Terry as he took his third bite of my scalloped potatoes.
As he put the lid on the casserole, he told me once more that they were just fine. As a new bride, I was having trouble with my husband's choice of words. Fine can mean so many things. Like fine to eat or fine if you are not comparing it to my mother's. His vague statement did little to reassure this new bride if the potatoes were worth eating.
But as my husband honked the car horn, I knew that was my signal that we must be on our way. So with sweating hands -- not from the heat of the casserole, but from nerves -- and a racing heart, I was off to our first potluck dinner. This was our first, not only as husband and wife, but also at our new church in the city. And, since it was in the city, I thought scalloped would be better to take than just plain mashed potatoes.
When we got to the basement, I hoped that I could sneak my casserole in. But no such luck! One elderly man wanted to check out what was in my pot, as he teasingly told us he only eats food when he knows what it is, as well as who made it. Then there were the ladies with their laundry baskets of food. Many of them carrying their beautiful baked goods in the prettiest baskets I had ever seen. I was so embarrassed that I only brought the potatoes, as well as a pitcher of lemonade in a recycled milk jug.
Feeling a little uncomfortable because I didn't bring very much and not knowing a soul besides my new husband, I joined the back of the line that had formed quickly after the preacher gave the blessing. I found myself wondering if we'd ever fit in this city church of 220 members. That may not seem like many people, but my home congregation had a membership of 20 -- and that was on a good Sunday. I had also been among family.
Homesick and hungry, I waited in line.
As I got closer to the food, I noticed most people were getting food from one silver pot. Curious, I lifted the silver lid to find navy beans and memories of home. Surrounding the pan were little bowls of sweet onion (my mom's favorite), homemade tomato relish (like my Granny made), and wedges of cornbread (just like my mom had showed me how to make for my first 4-H project.) But as I glanced down in that big pan, there was only a small amount of beans left. Did I dare do what I wanted and scrape the pan clean? Or should I be polite like my mom had raised me and leave the last bite for someone else? She must have read my mind, because the owner of the pot smiled at me and scraped that last bit of beans in my bowl.
"Hi! I'm Ruth. Sure nice of you to come tonight and for helping me get rid of that last bit of beans. Now I can go wash it!" as she took her pot to the kitchen.
As I ate that bowl of beans and cornbread with sweet onion and homemade tomato relish, many of the church's members stopped by and introduced themselves. But instead of feeling uncomfortable, I was at ease. Isn't it amazing what our favorite comfort food can do? As my husband packed the empty casserole dish back in the car, he smiled at me as he said, "Told you everything would be fine." This time I knew what fine did mean. Not only had my scalloped potatoes been fine, but this new church was going to be just fine too. It may be a church in a city, but it was full of fine people who had down home menus as well as manners.
Especially a lady named Ruth and her pot of beans.
Stephanie Ray Brown - Savvysdad@aol.com
Pin Wheels—In February 2006, clamdigger wrote to tell us: "On bad days my Nana would be baking a green apple pie. When all the dough was made and put either for crust or topping there would be some pieces left over. Nana would re-roll the dough in a flat sheet and then cut it into long strips. Then she would sprinkle cinnamon and white sugar over these strips. Then she would roll them up and cut off the odd ends. She would put them in the oven with the pie. Of course they being the smaller of the two it did not take long for them to be done. I always got these special treats before my Grampa got a piece of the pie. They are the fondest memories of my Nana outside of rain I cherish the most.
Thank you for letting me tell you my most cherished memory of my Nana."
Housework is something you do
that nobody notices
until you don't do it.
A single conversation across the table
with a wise man is worth a month's study of books.
Chinese Proverb
How to Preserve a
Husband
from the Danish Lutheran Church - Bethlehem Ladies' Aid Cookbook
Brush, Colorado, USA, 1924
Be careful in your selection. Do not choose too young. When once selected give your entire thought to preparation for domestic use. Some insist on keeping them in a pickle, others are constantly getting them in hot water. This makes them sour, hard and sometimes bitter. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, tender and good by garnishing them with patience, well sweetened with love and seasoned with kisses. Wrap them in a mantle of charity. Keep warm with a study fire of domestic devotion and serve with peaches and cream. Thus prepared they will keep for years.
Each
recipe is plain, and tried,
And some good housewife's honest pride,
Some home's delight.
And should your effort bring no prize,
I say not where the trouble lies—
'twere impolite."![]()
The most important thing about a man
is his Philosophy of Life - not his bank account.
HANDY HOUSEHOLD HINTS
from one of my grandmother's old cookbooks, circa 1900.
Some are helpful, some will make you laugh out loud. And, some... well, some can only be described as... HUH????
See if you can figure 'em out.
A few NEW tips and tricks from my Mailbox! There's some interesting stuff here, too.
RECIPE FOR SUCCESS
1. take time to WORK - it is the price of success.
2. take time to THINK - it is the source of power.
3. take time to PLAY - it is the secret of youth.
4. take time to READ - it is the foundation of knowledge.
5. take time to WORSHIP - it is the highway of reverence and washes the dust of earth from our eyes.
6. take time to HELP & ENJOY Friends - it is the source of happiness.
7. take time to LOVE - it is the one sacrament of life.
8. take time to DREAM - it hitches the soul to the stars.
9. take time to LAUGH - it is the singing that helps with life's loads.
10. Take time to PLAN - it is the secret of being able to have time to take time for the first nine things.
RECIPE
FOR FAILURE ![]()
Try
to please everyone, all the time.
FOOD LINKS: Lots to Look at, lots to eat!
- Pioneer Woman Cooks - My NEW favorite. Be warned though - if you go here it will take HOURS to see evey corner of her site. And you must see every corner of her site
- Victoria Taylor - The Blog - I love cooking with these products!
- Betty Crocker - The first place to look for Kitchen Help
- Chef2Chef Culinary Portal - If you love to cook try this site!
- CooksNook - Gourmet Foods & Cooking Implements
- King Arthur's Flour - Fabulous Baker's Recipes & Catalogue!
- 101 Cookbooks - Fun and informative
- Farmgirl Fare - Awwww
- a`le carte - A Favorite
- Reluctant Gormet - Lots of good stuff
- More Links coming as we find 'em.
We love to surf for great FOOD LINKS when time permits. Mostly we stay too busy being busy to do much surfing. So. . . if you've got any really great ones to suggest, drop us an e-note and we'll run on over and check it out. We might even add it to our own List.