Alrighty then. Since this blog is about home cooking, comfort food, stories and just sharing everyday life out on the porch, I figure I should get started with some type of recipe and a story. When I was in junior highschool, Lincoln Junior Highschool, in Indiana, one evening while I was in the back bedroom, Poppy called out from the front room, "Mommies in the kitchen and you better get in there so you can learn how to cook!" To which I replied, "I'm back here sewing!" I will never forget his reply, "That's nice Dumplin', but I can't EAT clothes!" Poppy was the best Daddy! He was truly thankful for each mouthful of food and did not hesitate to praise you for you efforts! I mean, ever. No matter how the food turned out, he ate it and he was genuinely greatful, from the heart. Your best Sunday manners or the best acting cannot compare to truly genuine heartfelt gratitude. Poppy even noticed if you dusted and told you how pretty the house looked. Now wouldn't you just make that man anything he wanted to eat! Well, Mommie did. Afterall, I was in the back bedroom sewing! Let's start with Poppy's favourite...
BUTTERSCOTCH PIE!
3/4 c brown sugar
5 T flour
1/2 t salt
2 c milk
2 egg yolks, lightly beaten in a small bowl
2 T butter
1 t vanilla
1 9" prebaked pieshell
Combine sugar, flour, and salt into a double boiler, stir in the milk slowly. Cook over boiling water until thickened, stirring until your arm nearly falls off. ** Be sure to go to the ladies room before you begin stirring! Cover and cook 10 minutes longer, stirring occasionally. Honestly what does occasionally mean after you just stood stirring all that time before...I don't know about you but I wouldn't walk away from this pan farther than an arms length after all that stirring to get it to thicken! Stirring vigorosly, add a small amount of the hot mixture to the lightly beaten eggs yolks in the small bowl to temper them. (You don't want to end up with scrambled eggs!) Add the egg mixture back to the pot and cook 1 minute longer. Add butter and vanilla and COOL.
Pour the butterscotch filling into the PREBAKED pie shell and cover with meringue or whipped cream.
Mmm! Tastes just like Poppy's gonna give me one of his big ole' bear hugs! And he always did!
**See why it pays to read a recipe ALL the way through before you begin to cook?! And you thought it was just to make sure you had all the ingredients and equipment. Wink.
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I love that first photo! Priceless! I know you told me the bride was making faces, too, but here she just looks mortified! LOL!
ReplyDeleteI remember when I realized how much my dad loved me. I made a cake from scratch. Dad ate a piece and asked for seconds. He was almost finished with that second piece when I took my first bite. It was nasty! Dry, hard, and tasteless!
Dad insisted it was wonderful. My step-brother was trying to choke his piece down. I made them both stop eating it. Rather than being devastated that my cake hadn't turned out well, I was awed by how much my family loved me.