I recently renewed my subscription to a local CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) farm. Besides a weekly delivery of fresh, organic veggies and the occasional fruit, I decided to add eggs to my subscription.
I’m going to have to cancel the eggs.
When I placed the order, there were three of us living here and all of us ate eggs. Then my daughter started eating vegan, making only two of us. Now she’s at college, so vegan or not, there would still be only two of us. And the two of us just don’t eat a dozen eggs in a week. I keep forgetting to cancel the eggs a week prior to delivery as required. Oh well.
Blender Custard Pie
I’ve been thinking I’ll do a lot of baking and fill up the freezer. Hasn’t happened yet – but there is always hope.
Today I was thinking about all of those eggs that should not go to waste and decided to make a custard dessert that my mom frequently made. I’m not sure where she got the recipe. I’ve made it many times myself. One reason we like it so much is because it is SO easy – and it tastes good.
Blender Custard Pie
Butter and flour pie pan.
Put in blender:
5 or 6 tablespoons butter
1/2 cup flour
2 cups milk
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup coconut
1 teaspoon butter flavoring
1 teaspoon coconut flavoring
Blend and pour into pie pan. Bake 1 hour (sometimes 50 minutes is enough) at 350 degrees.
4 eggs down! Dozens to go!
Meanwhile – butternut squash are taking over the counter in our kitchen while I have directed my attention to veggies with a shorter “shelf” life. Mom’s recipes will be of no help. I don’t know that Mom has ever cooked (or eaten) a butternut squash.
Rhythm and balance.
Requisite for dancing. Desired for living life well.
My grandmother, Eveline Coates Hoskins, is my example. There was a rhythm to her life. And there was also balance.
Her day followed a pattern: Work. Rest/play. Work. Rest/play.
Work before play. But not work with no play.
The rhythm of her life was always andante – at a moderate tempo. I did not see her behave as I often do – frantically running around trying to catch up.
She rose and set each day at the same time. She served meals each day at the same time.
During the time I lived with my grandparents, Eveline was in her 50s. I feel certain she didn’t get to live with this much leisure as a young mother of six. Never the less – it is an example I always return to and wish to take as my own.
I’m still trying to get back to blogging after illness. It’s going much more slowly than I would like. I found that I have quite a few posts that I started once upon a time, but never finished. Like this one – started over two years ago. I’m sure I had more to add – perhaps I planned to write about the rhythm of Eveline’s week, or record my memories of how she spent her days. My intentions are long forgotten. I think I’ll go ahead a publish a few of these abandoned posts – more or less as they are. Maybe that will be just the spark I need.
When my kids were little, we watched Sesame Street every day. And I subscribed to Sesame Street magazine. I wish I still had a complete issue around here to help me remember the kinds of articles and activities between the covers – many that we probably did together.
One thing I do remember is the “Kids in the Kitchen” section. Here’s a page I saved from the July/August 1989 issue. At the time, I had a three-year-old and a 6-month-old.
The only food on this page that I ever served was the Patriotic Picnic Platter. And I made it year after year after year after year for the 4th of July.
Of course, when my kids were little, they didn’t like potato salad or tomatoes or cucumbers, so I came up with my own red and white foods to fill in the stripes. I have used strawberries, sliced hot dogs, red grapes, cauliflower, white cheese, and cherry tomatoes. I wonder what else? Oh – apples! They serve double duty. You can use them for white or red stripes. One thing that always remained the same was the upper left-hand corner filled with blueberries and topped with some miniature marshmallows. I use an open Tupperware sandwich container to keep the berries in a square. I prefer that everything be finger food, but use your imagination and let me know how your patriotic platter turns out.
Oh my. I just went looking for a picture from July 4, 1989 and I found one. I started to add the story behind it here, but it deserves a post all its own. Later!
Happy Independence Day!