stories November 18, 2010

Five More Minutes

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.  “That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.
“He’s a fine-looking boy,” the man said.  “That’s my daughter on her bike.”
Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter.  “What do you say we go, Melissa?”  Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad.  Please?  Just five more minutes.”
The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content.
Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter.  “Time to go now?”  Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad.  Just five more minutes.”  The man waved and said, “OK.”
“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman commented.
The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy died last year in an accident.  I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him.  I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.
“She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike.  The truth is, I get five more minutes to watch her play.”
Give someone you love five more minutes of your time today!
stories November 18, 2010

If I Had My Life To Do Over

I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax.  I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I’m one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I’ve had my moments and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them.  In fact, I’d try to have nothing else.  Just moments.
One after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I’ve been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. 
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter next time.
If I had to live my life over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.                                                                                     
Nadine Stair (age 85)
breadsbreakfastchristmasrecipes November 18, 2010

Orange Butter Coffee Cake



This is my Christmas morning tradition!

1 pkg yeast
1/4 cup warm water
1 cup sugar
1 tsp salt
2 eggs
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup butter
2 3/4 cup flour
1 cup toasted coconut
2 T grated orange rind
 

Soften yeast in warm water in mixing bowl.  Stir in 1/4 cup sugar, salt, eggs, sour cream, and 6 T butter.  Gradually add flour to form stiff dough beating well after each addition.  Cover and let rise 2 hours.
In a small bowl mix together 3/4 cup sugar, 3/4 cup coconut, and orange rind.
Knead dough; roll out 1/2 of dough into a 12” circle.  Spread with 1 T softened butter and sprinkle with 1/2 coconut mixture.  Cut into 12 triangles.  Roll up beginning with wide end.  Repeat with 2nd half of dough.  Place in 9X13” pan in 3 rows.  Let rise 1 hour.  Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes.  Glaze and sprinkle with 1/4 cup coconut.
Combine in saucepan:
3/4 cup sugar
2 T orange juice
1/2 cup sour cream
1/4 cup butter
Boil for 3 minutes.

NOTE:  I ALWAYS make this on Christmas Eve – under bake by about 5 minutes and then cover with foil and refrigerate.  In the morning place the covered rolls in the oven at 350 degrees for about 10 minutes.  Do NOT over bake,
stories November 18, 2010

Most Richly Blessed

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing I asked for—
but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my
unspoken prayers were answered. 
 I am, among all men,
most richly blessed.
Anonymous Confederate Soldier
chocolatedessertrecipes November 18, 2010

Deep Chocolate Pudding

7 ounces dark chocolate
2 cups whole milk
1 cup heavy cream
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup cocoa
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup cornstarch
1/4 cup butter
3/4 tsp vanilla extract     
     
Chop the chocolate into very fine pieces.  Combine chocolate, 1 3/4 cups milk, cream, sugar, cocoa, and salt into a large saucepan.  Stir vigorously using a whisk over medium heat until mixture simmers and is smooth and thick.  Stir the remaining 1/4 cup milk and cornstarch together and whisk into the chocolate mixture.  Simmer for a minute, whisking and scraping down the sides with a rubber spatula.  Add the butter and cook 1 more minute.  Stir in vanilla.  Store refrigerated in an airtight container. 
DIVINE!!!!!!
storiesValentine idea November 18, 2010

Valentine Legend

Another famous legend on Saint Valentine states Valentine was an early Christian in Rome who was very popular amongst children. But during the time when Valentine lived, Roman regime was not in favour of Christianity and it even persecuted Christians to make Rome free of the followers of Christianity. In spite of this strict law, Valentine continued to practice his faith and refused to worship Roman Gods. This enraged Emperor Claudius II and he put Valentine into prison.
Valentine is said to have spent a year in rigorous imprisonment during which he was missed a lot by children. They began to toss loving notes and flowers between the bars of his cell window. To an extent, this legend may explain the tradition of exchanging notes and flowers on Valentine’s Day.

Some scholars believe that during his stay in prison Valentine made friends with jailer’s blind daughter who at times brought to him notes and flowers from children. Whenever, possible Valentine also replied to the notes. Days before his execution, Valentine prayed for the jailer’s daughter and she regained her sight. Before his death, Valentine is also said to have written a farewell note for the jailer’s daughter and signed it “From Your Valentine”. This expression is popular even till date.
Some scholars believe that Valentine was killed because he tried to help Christians escape from the Roman prison as they were being tortured and beaten. Yet another set of scholars say Emperor Claudius II was impressed by Valentine’s kindness and good behavior. He even stated that Valentine could be freed if he agreed to worship Roman Gods. Valentine not just refused he even tried to convert Emperor to Christianity. This made Claudius very angry and he ordered his execution. Valentine was beheaded on February 14.

Valentine idea November 18, 2010

The Pickle Pucker Jar

Here’s a Valentine idea from the internet:

Last year at Valentine’s, I got a big glass pickle jar from a restaurant, scrubbed it clean, and painted the jar with flowers, hearts, sunshine, clouds, etc.

Then I got a bunch of “fancy” doodle pads and began writing reasons & reminders of how & why I love my husband. It didn’t stop there– I began collecting little poems, quotes, and song lyrics to add to the pot.

When my husband is having a rough day he can open the lid and reach in for a “boost”. This jar was easy to make and VERY personal, and he enjoys it year around. I love to collect stuff for the jar as well!

stories November 18, 2010

Puppies For Sale

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”

“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”

“Sure,” said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle, “Here, Dolly!” he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up….

“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need Someone who understands.”

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.

Hope you can be that someone!

appetizerrecipes November 18, 2010

Tomatillo Salsa

2 lbs tomatillos
3 avocados
1 jalepeno
1 T lime juice
1 bunch cilantro
Place all in blender and blend until smooth.  If too spicy for your taste add another avocado.  Great with chips, but is also good on hamburgers, burritos, etc.  It will get spicier as it sits-so beware!
stories November 18, 2010

Keep Your Dream

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro.  He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse.  It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm, and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted.  When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to do when he grew up.  That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch.  He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the building, the stables, and the track.  Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it to his teacher.  Two days later he received his paper back.  On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, ‘See me after class.’
“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, ’Why did I receive an F?’
“The teacher said, ’This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you.  You have no money.  You come from an itinerant family.  You have no resources.  Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money.  You have to buy the land.  You have to pay for original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees.  There’s no way you could ever do it,’  Then the teacher added, ’If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard.  He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.