Saturday, March 27, 2010

OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Chocolate in a Cup

Take a mug or large microwavable cup.
4 T. flour
4 T. sugar
2 T. good, unsweetened cocoa powder
Mix dry ingredients well.
1 egg
3 T. milk
2 T. vegetable oil
3 T. semi-sweet chocolate chips ( or broken up good chocolate) optional
1/2 t. vanilla
Mix really, really well in cup. Microwave for 3 minutes on high. Remove and enjoy!

I have seen recipes with 3 tbsp left over coffee mixed in also. Our daughter Anna has done something similar on a bigger scale in a baking dish.  We added coffee ice cream on top.  SOOO good.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Tobacco~Part Three~ Uncle Milt's

I have already described the typical day barning tobacco in Part 1 and Part 2. I will not go into that again. The couple of summers I worked for my Uncle Milt consisted of a typical barnin' tobacco work day but it was different. It was my Uncle Milt and my Aunt Kat. I always loved hearing my uncle "spin a yarn" at the Sunday dinner table. We didn't call it lunch. The men would sit and discuss all sorts of politics and I would somehow hover in the kitchen near mammy and the aunts to listen. Uncle Milt was the best and so funny...Sorry for the rabbit I just chased. Anyhow, I got to work for him. It felt very special to be picked for the job. Because I was family, I felt a little more special than the other workers. Uncle Milt and Aunt Kat treated everybody the same. Yet,I felt I pulled a little rank since I got to go IN the house and eat whatever Aunt Kat had made for dinner while everyone else ate from a packed "lunch". I have a vivid memory of Uncle Milt sitting in a chair at the end of the kitchen table in his coveralls leaning over with his legs slightly parted, head slightly turned as if he was straining, to hear the agricultural report on how much tobacco was going for at the warehouse. Then it was out to finish the day.

Writing this I can almost smell the hot humid farm air. I can see the sandy dirt yard under some of the most hospitable pecan trees in the south. The type of trees that beckon you to sit under them and rest and cool off. The pond in sight from the back door. The first pond I ever fished. My Aunt Kat's garden. The barns.. The cows.. This is why barnin tobacca for Uncle Milt was the best. Looking back on it now. It was a picture of something I related to deep in my soul.

Several years back my husband David and I visited with Uncle Milt and Aunt Kat. Uncle Milt wanted to show me something. He took David and me to a barn-shed just behind his house. He opened the door like opening a vault to the most precious jewels and artifacts in the world. The tour.. Mammy's red formica table and chairs, oil lamps, so many jewels from his mother, my grandmother's home. Tears flowed as I touched, smelled the old, rememembered.. He fiddled around a bit in a corner and came out with 7 tobacco sticks. He said these were some of the oldest , circa late 1800's, from the home place. The sticks were very smooth from years of use. A couple  had notches used for some type of counting back when slaves worked with the family. He had only a few of these particular sticks. He kept these separate from all the others. He said he was giving me seven since there was seven in my family.  He knew I would appreciate them and take care of them.  I took home jewels from the vault. Those jewels have graced the main wall in our living area. They framed family pictures for several years. Now they frame artwork by my husband or friends. I never tire of seeing the tobacco sticks on the wall.

Hospitable Pecan Trees

The Sandy Swept Clean Yard

The Vault

Fishin Pond
One of the barns

Six of the Priceless Artifacts~the other is a curtain rod in our bedroom~

~ I love you Aunt Kat, Jan and Ginger....I miss you Uncle Milt ~