It's okay to add wheat flour to your recipes, it's healthy for you & adds a little something.
I was Lucky enough to have a stay at home mom, who taught me to cook and clean and sew. It started in Joy School- not sure what it's called now days, when Mom's swap kids for a day. Cheaper version of pre-school. Each mom takes a day where the kids go to their house & have a lesson, snack and play time (about 2 hours) so that on the off days, moms had some time to clean, shop, sleep- whatever it is that moms do when they find themselves with extra time and no kids.
My mom was also active in the PTA and was room Mother numerous times. She did 4-H classes cooking basics (cookies) and also on crocheting. She was always willing to teach. I remember sewing bean bags & barbie clothes. I remember picking out fabric to have her sew me a dress or outfit of my choosing. Then onto quilts, which was a harder concept for me to learn, because every square had to be exact, every seam had to be exact, & I am not an "exact" person. I still like to sew, I just don't get the chance to as often as I'd like. Not to mention that now days, some clothes are cheaper to buy than to get fabric & sew them.
I use many of my mom's home remedies or "witchcraft" as Nic likes to tease. ( I have plenty more than I have lited for anyone who might like them.) I have many, many memories of my mom. The one I am going to share, makes me giggle every time I think if it. Back in 1998, my grandma was serving a mission in Hawaii. My mom, sister & I all went, with my 2 aunts & my cousin, to pick her up. We were able to stay with my grandma (saved some $$) We had heard that grocery prices there were outrageous $5.00 for a gallon of milk. So we took a few groceries with us. We were there for about 5 days if I remember right. on about day 3, my mom pulled out an ocean spray & wondered who would pack a single ocean spray- really??? Well it was me, but before I got to tell her, she had already opened it & took a drink. It took me a moment to regain my composure. She had just taken a drink of Ocean Spray Cranberry juice CONCENTRATE. The look on her face-The only description that comes close to describing it, is bitter beer face, and yet, it still doesn't come close.
Oh Mom, you gave us a scare earlier this year, I am glad you are still here. I appreciate all you do & have done for me & my family, especially this year.
I love You!
5 comments:
Great post!
Happy Birthday, Cheri,
It’s a blessing to have a sister like you –
Sometimes we don’t think the same way
But sisters in heart we definitely are
We proven it for all of our days
The kindness and love we show each other
Comes natural and so easily
Sisters in mind, body, and spirit
Best friends for eternity.
Your Sister, Cindy
Very cute post! Moms are the best!
Here are some fond memories I have of mom.
I remember her taking me through every step of making bread. Standing on a bar stool next to the old wheat grinder/bread mixer, she would let me pour in the wheat to make flour and then pour in the new flour when it was time add. I learned how to knead the huge pile of dough and learn what it should feel like when it was perfectly ready. On Sunday, I made whole wheat bread for Verla, gluten/dairy free bread for Grace and parker house rolls for the rest. All of them turned out perfect!
When I was older and ready for the next big step, on we moved to dognuts. We worked side by side through the 5-6 hours it required from starting with the yeast and warm milk to the last maple frosting covering. Oh yeah, then the dishes and clean up. I especially remember her crippled hands kneading through the dough and making sure it was not too stiff, so that the dognuts would float on the oil and not sink too much.
Last for now, I recall attending a stake conference with her that took place at the Ogden tabernacle. Dad decided not to attend and I was determined to go. Mom did not feel well but at the last minute prepared herself to make the trek with me. We talked about some personal and important topics on the way in. When we got there, I realized that the front right tire on the old red mercury was FLAT! So, instead of going in to the meeting, we decided to sit in the parking lot and continue our discussion. We laughed and we cried together. We talked about my good friend Verla and her qualities and traits. It was then that I shared with mom my desire and to marry Verla and how I felt that God was in agreement as well. Ahh yes, I will never forget that. Then, I had to get out and change the tire in my new suit. That was one of the best stake conference meetings I ever attended!
Aaron Chournos
I left a comment after I read your blog on my birthday Amber, but I guess I didn't post it right cause its not here!!
It was soo - o nice - it teared me up! It was so special to my heart. I appreciate all the comments. I need to take a lesson from you all. You all will never know how much this means to me. I copied them off and will treasure them forever.
Aaron and Cindy - I didn't read yours until today. I had Stockton yesterday and didn't check the e-mail!! me. It was for sure a treasure of a day.
That was a real nice poem Cindy - it touched my heart.
Aaron - I appreciate your memories - can hardly remember them, but loved your take on them.
I love you all and appreciate sooo much the comments.
Thanks again to you all:)
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