Saturday, May 29, 2010
Remiss
Sorry I haven't posted for a while - have been traveling to Kentucky and Missouri. We took some new barn/quilt photos.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Strawberry Preserves
Here is a Strawberry Preserve recipe that I got from an old book "The Anderson House Cookbook," by Jeanne and John Hall.
2 pints Strawberries, destemmed and washed
7 cups sugar (3 pounds)
1/4 c lemon juice (optional (I didn't have any)
1 box of sure-jell (another box or a large box if you prefer a more solid preserve)
Measure 5 cups whole ripe berries (a packed measurement, but without crushing)(In the second batch, I sliced my strawberries smaller instead of leaving them whole as they were very large, again its your choice). Layer in broad heavy pan with sugar; let stand 10 minutes. Bring slowly to a boil, stirring gentle to keep fruit whole. Remove from heat. Cool at room temperature 4 hours. Add lemon juice. Bring mixture to full rolling boil over high heat; boil hard 2 minutes , stirring gently. Remove from heat; at once, stir in Sure Jell. Skim off foam with metal spoon, and stir for 10 minutes to prevent floating fruit. Ladle into sterilized jars. Seal and cover at once with hot parafin. Makes 7 cups.
2 pints Strawberries, destemmed and washed
7 cups sugar (3 pounds)
1/4 c lemon juice (optional (I didn't have any)
1 box of sure-jell (another box or a large box if you prefer a more solid preserve)
Measure 5 cups whole ripe berries (a packed measurement, but without crushing)(In the second batch, I sliced my strawberries smaller instead of leaving them whole as they were very large, again its your choice). Layer in broad heavy pan with sugar; let stand 10 minutes. Bring slowly to a boil, stirring gentle to keep fruit whole. Remove from heat. Cool at room temperature 4 hours. Add lemon juice. Bring mixture to full rolling boil over high heat; boil hard 2 minutes , stirring gently. Remove from heat; at once, stir in Sure Jell. Skim off foam with metal spoon, and stir for 10 minutes to prevent floating fruit. Ladle into sterilized jars. Seal and cover at once with hot parafin. Makes 7 cups.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Asking For Roses
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.
' So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.
'A word with you, that of the singer recalling— Old Herrick:
a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.
' We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses
Robert Frost
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.
' So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.
'A word with you, that of the singer recalling— Old Herrick:
a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.
' We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses
Robert Frost
A Busy Woman's Dream - for my Daughter-in-Laws
A Busy Woman Dreams
Tomorrow,With a careless air,
I shall say, I will be gone for the day!
I shall put on my blue gown,
And in leisured way
Go to town.
There, I shall stop
At the newly opened shop
Where they keep such lovely things,
And, in unhurried way
Choose from some intriguing place
A richly colored robe,
Or some fine old lace;
Then, I shall browseIn the bookstand nearby,
Selecting some new book...
Tomorrow, I shall put
All waiting tasks upon the shelf
And spend one easy, carefree day
With my own self.
- Katherine Edelman
Tomorrow,With a careless air,
I shall say, I will be gone for the day!
I shall put on my blue gown,
And in leisured way
Go to town.
There, I shall stop
At the newly opened shop
Where they keep such lovely things,
And, in unhurried way
Choose from some intriguing place
A richly colored robe,
Or some fine old lace;
Then, I shall browseIn the bookstand nearby,
Selecting some new book...
Tomorrow, I shall put
All waiting tasks upon the shelf
And spend one easy, carefree day
With my own self.
- Katherine Edelman
Happy Mother's Day
Sorry for the delay in blogging - been a little under the weather with a nasty cold.
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