Thursday, June 4, 2009

My Favorite Recipes in Poem and Story


When it is Christmas candy time,
or any time of year,
This peanut brittle recipe
Becomes especially dear.
You add to one large cooking pan
Two cups of sugar if you please--
One cup white syrup, 1/2 cup of water too
And blend with gentle ease.

A dash of table salt,
When it is added too,
Will mean that you have reached the point
When you must cook the brew.
So cook it to the soft crack stage
And when it's time to add
Two tablespoons of butter
And the peanuts to your pan.

It takes one pound of peanuts
That you've purchased in the shell (2 cups raw)
And shucked yourself ahead of time
To make this turn out well.
With all the ingredients in the pan
You cook until it's brown,
And take your pan from off the stove---
Your candy's almost done.

Stir in one TBSP soda and one teaspoon vanilla,
Pour on a buttered sheet,
And let it harden as it will.
Then break in chunks your treat.
The rest comes very naturally
Just eat to suit your will,
And have a Happy Holiday
That's peanut brittle filled.

Myrna Skousen


One cup of sugar, one cup of milk,
Two eggs beaten fine as silk,
Salt and Nutmeg (lemon will do)
Of baking powder, teaspoons two,
Lightly stir the flour in,
Roll on pie board, not too thin;
Cut in diamonds, twists or rings,
Drop with care the doughy things
Into fat that briskly swells
Evenly the spongy cells;
Watch with care the time for turning,
Fry them brown just short of burning,
Roll in sugar, serve when cool.
Price....a Quarter, for this rule.

Love this, with thanks to someone in Missouri who cared to share.


The nicest place I've ever seen
Is Grandma's kitchen, nice and clean.
She lets me stay out there with her
And watch her measure, sift and stir.
And roll the pie dough out so thin
With her long, floury rolling pin.

I guess she likes us little chaps
For then she gives me all the scraps.
And I make cookies all my own
With lots of raisins sticking,
Or I can eat the batter raw;
I put big wads in either jaw-
It makes my face look, Oh ! So Fat !
And Grandma laughs at things like that.

No author listed, but a darling granny poem.
"Twist optimist and pessimist, the difference is droll.
The optimist sees the doughnut, the pessimist sees the hole".
You can sprinkle it with sugar, and bake it in the oven, but
a cow pie is still manure !