Life's Recipes

How to Preserve A Husband

Be Careful in selection. Do not choose too young. When selected, give your entire thoughts to the preparations for domestic use. Some wives insist upon keeping in a pickle, while others are constantly getting them in hot water. This may make 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 steady fire of domestic devotion and serve with peaches and cream. Thus prepared, they will keep for many years.

To

To Preserve Children

1 large grassy field

1/2 dozen children

2 or 3 small dogs

a pinch of brook

some small stones

some flowers

Mix the children and dogs together and put them in the field, stirring constantly. Pour the brook over the stones. Sprinkle the field with flowers and spread above a deep blue sky. Bake in a hot bright sun. When thourougly browned, remove and set to cool in a bubbly bath tub.

A Neighborly Recipe

1 tongue that doesn't slander

1 mind full of tolerance

2 ears closed to gossip

2 eyes over looking other folks' faults

1 heart generous and kind

2 hands extended to help others

1 dash each of smiles, sunny dipsition and cheerfulness.

Blend together the above. Form into one being and serve generous portions daily to everyone you meet.

Stone Soup

1 Sm Stone (optional)

3 beef cubes

1 qt. water

potatoes & carrots,

celery (thinly sliced)

Season to taste

Cook until vegetables are tender. Remove stone and serve with crackers.

The story called "Stone Soup" would be wonderful with this, before or while making this.

Remembrance

How I remember Saturdays in the days long gone by,

when mother in the kitchen

was baking bread and pie.

How anxiously I waited

for the bread and pie to bake.

Then mother took a mixing bowl

and began the chocolate cake.

She beat the eggs and sugar well

and added other things.

Then with a big spoon stirred it til the batter stood in rings.

The batter looked delicious as she placed it in the pan.

Then she sat the bowl on the table........

that's when our fun began.

I remember as though it were yesterday,

How my mother, gentle soul,

would smile and look at me and say,

"Now you can lick the bowl."

These were taken from the Centralia's Shopper's Weekly Wednesday July 19, 2000. If you have any to add I'd love to put them here and credit you for them. Just email me.

Thank You --Sandy