APPLE PIE DESSERT
¼ cup butter, softened
1/3 cup sugar
½ cup all-purpose flour
¼ tsp baking soda
1/8 tsp salt
1/8 tsp ground cinnamon
1/8 tsp ground nutmeg
1 cup chopped tart apple
¼ cup chopped walnuts
¼ cup sugar
1 ½ tsp cornstarch
1/8 tsp salt
½ cup water
1 Tbsp butter
½ tsp vanilla extract
In a small bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in egg. Combine the flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg; add to the creamed mixture and mix well. Stir in the apple and walnuts. Transfer to a greased 7 inch pie plate. Bake at 350 degrees for 25-35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. For the butter sauce, in a small saucepan, combine the sugar, cornstarch, and salt. Gradually stir in the water until smooth. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Remove from heat, stir in the butter and vanilla. Serve butter sauce warm with the apple dessert.
BANANA SOUR CREAM COFFEE CAKE
½ cup butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup mashed bananas
½ tsp vanilla
½ cup sour cream
2 cups plain flour (sifted)
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
¼ tsp salt
½ cup finely chopped pecans
¼ cup sugar
1 tsp cinnamon
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a bowl, cream butter until light; gradually beat in 1 cup sugar. Beat in eggs, one at a time; add mashed bananas, vanilla and sour cream. Sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Fold into cream mixture stirring to blend. In separate bowl combine chopped nuts, ¼ cup sugar, and cinnamon, use as filling. Spoon ½ of batter into well greased and lightly floured tube pan. Sprinkle half the filling mix over top then spoon remaining batter into pan and sprinkle with remaining filling mix on top. Bake for 45 minutes or until cake is done (cake will crack on top). Cool for 10 minutes.
1 Tbsp vegetable oil
2 med. onions, chopped (1 cup)
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
3 cups chicken broth
2 Tbsp lime juice
½ tsp dried oregano leaves
¼ tsp red pepper sauce
¼ tsp salt
1 (11ounce) can white shoepeg or whole kernel corn, drained
1 (15ounce) can great northern beans, drained
1 (15 ½ ounce) can butter beans, drained
2 cups chopped, cooked chicken breast
Heat oil in 4-quart Dutch oven over medium heat. Cook onions and garlic in oil, stirring occasionally, until onions are tender. Stir in remaining ingredients except chicken. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Simmer uncovered 20 minutes. Stir in chicken; simmer until hot.
When life hands you a chocolate rubble . . .
By Sarah Bloom
Have you ever had one of those days when everything you touched seemed to just fall apart? When you could almost be certain that you were born with all thumbs instead of a complete hand? Even worse is having one of “those days” along with a “start too many things and can’t finish any of them” days. For the past week this seems to be the story of my life.
One night last week I was juggling more things than a big top clown when one by one they started to fall. Around 6 p.m. I was getting supper together for my boys, helping them finish up homework, doing laundry, and preparing a rather large cake for someone. I was actually feeling pretty confident in my time schedule because if things continued on smoothly I would be finished in plenty of time to watch my favorite show at 9 p.m.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled my cake from the oven and placed it on the cooling rack. By the time I finished with the boys’ supper it should be cool enough to complete.
Hearing the unmistakable sound of a spoon hitting the kitchen table I turned to find my two year old smearing potato soup all over the area in front of him. “I done,” he chirped through a potato caked smile. Scolding him for wasting food I quickly gave him and the table a lick and a promise and sent him on his way. My other boys were still eating so I returned to my cake and figured I would get a step ahead by turning it onto a board to finish cooling.
This is where my juggling skills began to deteriorate. Centering my board I quickly tried to flip my cake to prevent cracking the smooth surface because no one wants a cake with a big crack. Oh, how the irony of that thought came back to bite me. As I lifted my cake and turned it over the board I mistakenly thought was strong enough to support it crumpled like a piece of paper. In a matter of heartbreaking seconds my beautifully baked cake was reduced to a pile of chocolate rubble. You could actually hear the air being sucked out of the room as my boys fell deathly quiet. A mouse could have sneezed and sounded like thunder at that point.
I stood there in complete silence staring at my homemade disaster. Sensing my distress one of my twins slowly walked up beside me and whispered, “Everyone makes mistakes mommy.” I was still unable to speak and they wisely took the hint and vacated the kitchen. As my mind jumped into salvage mode I quickly called my husband and asked him to pick up more supplies for me on his way home. I knew I had automatically set myself back two hours or more. Well, that delay grew even longer when my loving husband mistakenly bought the wrong stuff and I had to make the trip out myself.
Three hours later and about ten stress levels higher, I successfully turned another completed cake out onto a board, a reinforced board to be exact. During this time I had fixed up some cupcakes for another person and was putting the finishing touches on them. As I picked the tray of cupcakes up to store in the refrigerator my juggling skills were completely lost. To my dismay I watched in slow motion as they flipped right out of my hands and landed on top of the cake I had just placed on the counter.
By this point it was 9 p.m., my feet were aching, my baby was half asleep and wanting to be held, and my last strand of sanity dissipated. Looking around at the devastation that was my kitchen I was ready to accept defeat. Instead of sighing, crying, screaming or pulling my hair I just started to laugh. It was a good thing no one was watching me or I would have already been committed.
My mom has always told me that when something is becoming difficult to deal with that it is best to just walk away for awhile. That is exactly what I did. I gathered up my sweet little bundle of two year old and plopped down on the couch to watch Scooby-Doo. Sitting there breathing in his baby scent I let out a long cleansing sigh and just thanked the Lord for the day, for my children, and for the lessons learned from trying to do it all before asking Him to help carry the load.
Have a beautiful and safe week. “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1