A collection of heirloom recipes, cooking tips, and tales from our Tennessee home
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Do you keep all your eggs in one basket?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Artful Bras Project
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Mom's Barbecue Sauce
How do you tell if a recipe is good?
Well, if you're looking thru one of Mom's cookbooks, you can usually tell the good recipes by the stains on the pages. Mom believed in cooking all over the kitchen and all over the cookbook. This is a picture from an old cookbook I started as a child. As you can see, I am my Mother's daughter!
Mom's Barbecue Sauce can be used for Southern Style Ribs or homemade Sloppy Joe's. She used it to make homemade barbecue or pulled pork sandwiches. Click here for the Southern Style Ribs recipe on Simple Cookery. For the ribs, I doubled the recipe.
Mom's Barbecue Sauce
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1/2 cup canola oil
1 medium onion, chopped
3/4 cup catsup
3/4 cup water
1/3 cup lemon juice
3 Tablespoons sugar
3 Tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
2 Tablespoons prepared mustard
2 teaspoons salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
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Cook onion in oil until tender over medium heat, but not brown. Add remaining ingredients. Bring to a boil and simmer for 15 minutes.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Coupons
Kay MacVey
3419 Polaris Drive
Ames, IA 50010
This is a great cause and a wonderful outlet for your extra coupons.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Kinds of Love
Just in time for Valentine's Day.....
KINDS OF LOVE
Foolish love is only folly;
Wanton love is too unholy;
Greedy love is covetous;
Idle love is frivolous;
But the gracious love is it
That doth prove the work of wit.
Beauty but deceives the eye;
Flattery leads the ear awry;
Wealth doth but enchant the wit;
Want, the overthrow of it;
While in Wisdom's worthy grace,
Virtue sees the sweetest face.
There hath Love found out his life,
Peace without all thought of strife;
Kindness in Discretion's care;
Truth, that clearly doth declare
Faith doth in true fancy prove,
Lust the excrements of Love.
Then in faith may fancy see
How my love may construèd be;
How it grows and what it seeks;
How it lives and what it likes;
So in highest grace regard it,
Or in lowest scorn discard it.
by Robert Greene