If you love pecan pie, you will love these. I think it’s a Paula Deen recipe:
This is the last of the photos from the scrapbook my niece loaned to me. I have others from the 40’s and 50’s of other parts of her family that I will share soon. Look at all those fancy lacy collars and dresses!
I saw this recipe recently and thought it’s a good way to make a churro-like treat without the frying.
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. On a lightly floured surface, roll out 14 oz all butter puff pastry (store bought) into a 12 x 16 rectangle. Brush lightly with a beaten egg. Fold in half into a 6 x 16 rectangle; press out air bubbles. Cut crosswise into 1/2 x 6 inch strips. Twist into spirals, pressing ends to gently adhere. Place one inch apart on 2 parchment lined baking sheets; freeze 30 minutes. Bake, rotating sheets halfway through until puffed and golden, 20 to 22 minutes. Combine 1/2 cup sugar and 2 teaspoons cinnamon. While still hot, toss half the churros with half of sugar. Repeat with the remaining churros and sugar.
I got these photos from my niece, and they are from her grandmother’s Wulff Family, who as near as I can tell, lived in Humboldt County, California. Among the photos there were also very long, detailed written accounts of hunting and fishing trips. Not sure where these were taken, but the one below seems to have a camp fire going. Those are redwood trees above.
I don’t buy much salad dressing these days except for the Bolthouse yogurt based dressings. This is because I make my own most of the time. Below is one of my new favorites:
CITRUS VINAIGRETTE (Makes 1 cup)
In a small bowl (or dressing container) combine 1/2 teaspoon finely grated orange zest, 6 tablespoons fresh orange juice and 2 tablespoons white balsamic vinegar. Whisk in 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil and season with salt and pepper.
NOTE: I have a bottle I make my salad dressings in and that way it goes right into the refrigerator if there is anything left over.
Here is a quick way to make iced tea, it’s sort of like the quick way to make Jello with ice: For 2-1/2 cups, place 3 to 4 tablespoons loose leaf tea in the strainer of a teapot. Pour in 2 cups boiling water and let steep about 3 minutes. Then add 2 cups of ice. The cubes will begin to melt and the drink will reach the perfect strength in a few minutes. Serve in glasses filled with more ice.
NOTE: Use a ceramic or tempered glass teapot for this method.
My father worked for Standard Oil/Chevron at the El Segundo, California refinery for more than 30 years. For most of those years, he worked shift work and the shifts changed every week. I don’t know how he ever adapted to these weekly schedule changes, and I would not doubt that it took years off his life (he died age 61). However, it did have some advantages: he learned to sit down and immediately go to sleep at a moment’s notice no matter where he was, and we never got bored with holidays being the same. We would have Christmas dinner at noon, 4 pm or at 6 pm, depending on when he had to be at work and when he slept. It drove my mother crazy from time to time, especially when he was at home all day, “under foot.” However, he did all the home repairs, he loved working in the garden, and he even started a lawn mowing service on his days off. We had a relatively new car but he bought the old truck above and made (yes, made himself as a DIY project) the trailer to cart around all his mowing and gardening gear. The trailer also got used for carrying all the camping gear we took to the High Sierras and other places for long family fishing vacations. Photo above was taken in front of our house on Flower Street, Inglewood, California, and that’s my brother Richard on the left and Larry on the right. They helped with the mowing when they were not in school. I don’t know what happened to that old truck but I do know it was replaced with a 1941 Chevy when it gave up. He also gave up the lawn mowing service when he moved to 64th Street, also in Inglewood.
I may have posted this photo previously, but put it up again today because it’s another one of those 50’s classics. On the right is my brothers, Larry Marlin, and on the left his friend, George Mautz. Larry was 6 feet, 4 inches tall and towered over everyone. His friend was an inch taller. I am fairly certain that this was taken before they were going to some dance or other events and that is George’s convertible they are standing in front of.
When I was a child, our family vacations were either trips to Missouri to visit the family there, or we went on 2 and 3 week camping/fishing trips to the High Sierras and other places in California. My dad took these two photos of my mother while we were camping near the Walker River in the High Sierras. These trips were hardly a vacation for my mother because she cooked and washed dishes three times a day for all of us, but she always seemed to enjoy it. She had a camp stove with portable oven and would sometimes bake pies at the camp site! She also enjoyed all the little critters that visited the campsite, especially the chipmunks. They either sensed a kindred spirit in her or figured out that she was the source of all the food! I am not sure which! But one thing was certain: she had INCREDIBLE patience, and she would put out food scraps of some sort and then sit and wait for something to come visit. I tried it several times but was too fidgety, I think. Here you can see the chipmunk checking out the cantaloupe rinds!
This photo was taken in 1955. That’s the ’40 Chevy in the background in an earlier incarnation than the photos from yesterday. It was originally painted dark blue at the factory, but as time went on, it was painted white, black and gray before the car was totaled in an accident in 1959/60. That’s me standing in front of my two brothers: Larry on the left, Richard on the right. There was a 5-1/2 to 6-1/2 year gap between each of us. My mother, who was one of 8 surviving siblings (4 more babies died at or soon after birth), 3 step siblings and 3 half siblings, decided she wanted to have each of her children in school before she started with a new baby. She would never explain why other than to say that she wanted to spend a lot of time with each child. Her mother died at the age of 42 from a burst appendix (my mother was 6), so it may have had something to do with that. She also was a great seamstress and spent a lot of time making our clothes as well as her own. Note Larry and Richard’s matching shirts…she made those, and I am sure she made the dress I am wearing under the coat.