Friday, May 17, 2013
Good friends were coming to dinner and I decided to combine two of my favorite dessert recipes -- the pecan crust from Frozen Chocolate Pie with a frozen lemon filling -- basically a Lemon Semi-Freddo but actually the same frozen filling my mother used back in the Fifties in her popular Lemon Freeze on a Vanilla Wafer Crust. Oh, and some chocolate chips melted on the pecans, just because...
2 cups coarsely chopped pecans
1/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar
3 tablespoons melted butter
Semi-sweet chocolate chips
Stir first three ingredients together and press firmly onto bottom and up side of a 9 inch pie pan.
Bake at 350 F for 10 or 12 minutes (after 5 minutes, sprinkle on a handful of chocolate chips then finish baking.) Cool.
3 eggs, separated
1/2 cup sugar
Grated rind of one lemon
1/4 cup lemon juice
1/2 pint whipping cream
Cook together yolks, sugar, lemon rind and lemon juice, stirring till thickened. Cool. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites and whipped cream. Pile into pecan crust and freeze.
Top with grated chocolate. You may want to make a little more whipped cream and top each slice with it to increase the level of decadence.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Law, what about that pretty little heifer! My, she's growed like one thing! Looks like she's got her eye on that bull calf over yon. He'll make you uns a fine bull, now won't he? He's got some Jersey in him too, I'd say. But he didn't get the horns, did he? That's lucky -- save you having to de-horn him -- I like a muley bull, don't you?
I had to laugh the other day --Bernice had brought her great grandbabies over to see me and we took those young uns for a walk up this way. They live in the city, you know, and they think it's a fine thing to see cows and chickens and such. You uns' gang of critters was in that pasture by the road so we stopped to look. Little Ashley pointed at that horney heifer there and hollered out, 'Bull!'
'No, honey,' I told her, 'that's a little heifer and once she has her a calf, she'll be a cow. Look yonder under there, you can see her little milk bag.'
'Miss Birdie,' says she, 'don't you see the horns? That one's a boy.'
Law, the time me and Bernice had, trying to make those young uns understand the difference twixt horney cows and muley cows. They know all about them commuters and such but when it comes to livestock, they are just plumb ignorant, pore little things.
Monday, May 13, 2013
It's a hideout . . .