Posts tagged ‘birthday’

May 21st, 2010

Emma Mae

by Dena

Things have been wild and crazy in our worlds. It has been almost like December around here! No matter how busy we get with dance recitals, try-outs, and life in general we don’t forget birthdays. Today would have been our great-grandmother’s birthday.

Mama Snooks

Mama Snooks

Her name was Emma Mae but we called her Mama Snooks. Nobody really knows why. She was a soft and gentle lady who made her own clothes and scoffed at the store bought “off the rack” items. Nothing fit her small frame like something she could make herself.

I remember once when we were little she babysat us and my brothers, who were about 3 and 5 or so, asked to practice their calf roping skills on her. She said yes and was soon tied to a chair, unable to move!

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Happy Birthday Mama Snooks.

March 26th, 2010

It Was OK.

by Dena

That was the opinion of the Rodmeister regarding the New York Cheesecake I made for his birthday. Yesterday I wrote about using a new recipe and new pan (Pampered Chef, love the pan. The handles are great) and wasn’t sure how it would all turn out. Add the company, laughter, and pies made by Ninny and you have a perfect birthday dinner.

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Then we ate!

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We had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, pinto beans, and cornbread. Almost everyone saved room for the desserts.

Raisin Pie

Raisin Pie

Sweet Potato Pie

Sweet Potato Pie

Cheesecake.

Cheesecake.

Yes, it cracked. I’ve read more than I ever wanted to know about how to prevent this and yet it still cracks. We thought it looked like the devil, or Plankton.

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The recipe said the Cheesecake should be brown on the outside while light and fluffy in the middle. This appearance didn’t go over well with the fam. They like things to always stay the same. They ate it though and said it tasted really good.

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Now for the recipe.

One of the main difference started with the crust. This crust was baked while previous ones have been mixed, then frozen. I couldn’t tell any difference in taste or texture.  To make the crust mix 2 C. graham cracker crumbs, 1/2 C. of butter, and 1/4 C. of sugar. Mix well and press into springform pan. You can chill or bake at 325º for 10 minutes.

The filling ingredients:

  • 2-1/2 pounds cream cheese (at room temperature)
  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 1-3/4 cup sugar
  • 1/8 tsp. salt, 2 tsp. lemon juice
  • 1 tsp. vanilla extract
  • 2 large egg yolks
  • 6 large eggs

Cut the cream cheese into small chunks and place the pieces into work bowl of a standing mixer. (My standing mixer died and it is fine to use a handmixer. Use a large bowl. I still used the one from the stand)  Beat the cheese on low until smooth, about two or three minutes. It may be easier to beat half the cream cheese first, followed by the second half. Once the cheese is smooth, add the salt and about a third of the sugar. Beat until integrated and scrape down the sides. Add another third of the sugar and continue to mix until the sugar is mixed in. Then add the final third of sugar and mix in. Optionally, three tablespoons of flour can be added with the sugar to help add a bit of stability to the cake. Adding flour will not affect the taste or texture of the cake, but will reduce the likelihood of a cracked cake. Addthe lemon juice and vanilla extract and mix.

Scrape the sides down and add the heavy cream. The cheese should be much easier to work with at this point.
Add the egg yolks and mix until they are blended in.

Now add three whole eggs and mix until the eggs have been completely mixed into the filling. Scrape down the sides and beat in the final three eggs. Now, pour the filling into the springform pan onto the cooled crust. A 10-inch pan should fill up to almost its rim with this filling. Lift the pan an inch or two above your counter or cutting board and drop it to bring any bubbles trapped inside to the surface. Place the springform pan onto a sheetpan (for easy handling and safety), and slide into the middle of an oven preheated to 500°F.

After ten minutes, reduce the temperature to 200°F and allow the cheesecake to bake as the oven gradually reduces temperature.  Bake the cheesecake about 1 hour and 40 minutes. Don’t open the oven door while this is baking.

The cake should be cooked gradually. Set it on a cooling rack for 10 minutes. After a about ten minutes, run a paring knife along the rim of the cake to release it from the walls of the pan. Let it set on the counter for serveral hours,  then chill in the refrigerator for several hours before serving.

That was hard to even get typed on here! Yes, it is a lot of work but worth it for an occasional treat. Or a birthday.


March 14th, 2010

Fit For A Queen

by Dena

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Well, this weekend was Mother’s birthday weekend, and we threw her a birthday celebration.  Per her request, the main dish for the meal was chicken spaghetti, that has been previously posted on here, with garlic biscuits on the side.  Of course it’s not a birthday party without cake, and we indulged Mother in several varieties so that she could have a good sampling of things that she liked.

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Joy was in charge of the salad and the relish platters, and she did her absolute best to make them as decorative and Martha-like as possible.  And then she made sure to tell everybody that she was in charge of it so that everybody could fawn over her decision to stick onions in a vase.

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However, the big hit of the party was neither salad, cake, nor the main course.  It was the delicious cheddar biscuits that our niece Whittney (also the organizer of the party) had made to serve on the side.   They are fairly simple to make, and thankfully they had the good sense to triple the recipe because the 20 people at the party motored through them!  Pictured below is the starting point of the glaze that goes over the top, and the glaze being drizzled over the top of the hot steamy biscuits.

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To get some of these you need 2 cups of Bisquick, 2/3 cup of buttermilk (the buttermilk makes ALL the difference on these, don’t sub with regular milk). and 1 1/3 cups of finely grated sharp cheddar cheese.  Mix all three ingredients together, and be mindful that Bisquick can sometimes run a little dry, and you may need to add a little more buttermilk if you feel like it’s not quite moist enough.  Drop them by the tablespoon on a cooking sheet, and bake for about 10 minutes at 350.  When they come out, while they are still hot and steamy, brush over a glaze of 1 stick of melted butter, 2 tablespoons of parsley and 1 heaping tablespoon of garlic powder.

These were so good, our dad ate 4 and actually told one guest to ignore the bread sticks and just have the biscuits!  Overall the party was a great success with lots of great food and gifts, and we couldn’t wait to share this recipe with  you all so that  you could devour a pan yourself!

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February 21st, 2010

Cupcakes Gone Wild

by Dena

I think that the day Joy was born is one of the most fantastic days of the year. I celebrate this occasion whether she can make the three hour trek home or not. This year, we got some beautiful cupcakes from the Bakerman and hit the road. Joy’s cupcake was special, with a heart and some bling bling. It was safe in the posession of Joy’s namesake. (Boo is named after her aunt, who is named after her mother, who is named after her aunt)

Boo, meet cupcake.

Boo, meet cupcake.

Our first stop was for a diet vanilla coke and a cherry sprite.

Our first stop was for a diet vanilla coke and a cherry sprite.

Joy loves all beauty shops, but Peggy's is high on her list.

Joy loves all beauty shops, but Peggy's is high on her list.

Rah Rah Ree!

Rah Rah Ree!

I'm not touching it!

I'm not touching it!

Somehow we ended up far away from the mall.

Somehow we ended up far away from the mall.

Our mission: Herding donkeys.

Our mission: Herding donkeys.

Dad and Mason, both unsure of what they were doing.

Dad and Mason, both unsure of what they were doing.

More family to celebrate Joy's birthday and herd donkeys.

More family to celebrate Joy's birthday and herd donkeys.

The keeper of the cupcake neglected his duties, playing instead.

The keeper of the cupcake neglected his duties, playing instead

Sadly, it was the end of cupcake.  It wasn’t the end of our fun though. We continued to celebrate Joy’s birthday with our cupcakes and a quick trip to the mall. It could have only been better if Joy had been here herself.

February 19th, 2010

Way Back When I was Born

by LanaJoy

The story of my birth in 1978 actually starts around 1976, when Dena was 11 or so.  She decided that she wanted a baby sister.  She hounded Mama constantly and Mama responded with a resounding NO.  So Dena went to some church revival where the preacher said if you really wanted something, you had to pray for it.  Dena started praying and praying and praying.  She started saving Mama’s S&H green stamps and trading them for baby blankets, bottles, and diapers.  She made like a little altar of sorts (bizarre I know) of baby stuff and prayed every day that Mama would produce a baby sister.  This went on for a couple of years, and I wasn’t there of course but I can only guess how thrilled Mama was with Dena’s new found zealotry.

Then in the fall of ‘77, Mama had knee surgery.  I have no idea what it’s like but I know it’s hard to recover from even these days, and I am sure knee surgery was less than fun to deal with way back then.  Several months into her recovery, her doctor decided he needed to X-ray her and see how she was progressing, but in order to do that, he needed to make sure she wasn’t carrying a bun in the oven.  One thwarted X-ray later, Mama was told that she was in fact, having a 4th baby.  Needless to say this took EVERYBODY in our family by surprise.  My parents had kids that were 9, 11, and 13 by the time I came along, and they totally thought they were done with kids until I popped up.

Mama was actually about half way through being pregnant when she found out I was hiding in there, so clearly they were fairly unprepared for my arrival.  The day I was born, Dena was waiting anxiously in the waiting area and our brothers, Scott and Chad were running amok on the hospital elevators.  Finally, I was wheeled into the waiting area in my little bassinet for the world to see.  Being unready for me get there, Mama and Daddy had apparently forgotten one slightly major detail………………….a name.  Upon trying to take me from the hospital, one of the nurses told Daddy that I had to stay there until I had a name on the birth certificate.  Daddy instructed her to “hide and watch me take her out of her.”  And with that I was taken home, with the legal name Baby Girl Langdon.  (They fixed it a year later)

And now here I am 32 years later, telling your this story and sharing one of my favorite recipes with you.  My favorite cake for my birthday is yellow cake.  NOT yellow cake from a bakery, but cake right out of the box.  I have no idea why, but I love it.  The only way I could love it more, is by making it into a delicious cookie!  All you need is a box of yellow cake mix, 2 eggs, and a half a cup of oil.  I use canola but vegetable oil would work just fine.  Go through the dry cake mix and fork out any lumps, then hand mix the oil and eggs in.  If you use a mixer, the cookies will be way tough.  Then, mix in about half a package of chocolate chips.  I personally prefer Ghiradelli milk chocolate chips (I never did understand the point of a semi-sweet chip), but you can use whatever brand you prefer.  Once it’s mixed, stick it in the fridge for about 20 minutes, because the cookies will bake better from chilled dough.  Spoon them out about a tablespoon at a time, roll them into balls and place them on an ungreased cookie sheet.  Bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes, more or less depending on your oven.  It usually makes about 2 dozen cookies.  As a side note, you can do this with any flavor of cake mix, and you can add anything you want into the dough, or frost them once they’re baked.  It’s pretty much the easiest cookies ever.

the finished product

the finished product

Enjoy a batch, and feel free to do as I do and tell people the recipe to these is so complicated you can’t possibly remember it off the top of your head :)

January 4th, 2010

Four On The Fourth

by Dena

Today is my birthday.

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I am the oldest child (a girl) of the oldest child (a girl) of the oldest child (a girl).   My great-grandmother, who began all of this business, was also born on January 4.  Her name was Malinda Alice (Stephens) Bowman and she was 60 when I was born.  For some reason we only ever had one joint birthday party, and that was the year that I turned 10 and she turned 70.  My cousin Robin who was born on the 3rd also participated in the party that year.

She bore thirteen children with nine living to adulthood.  Two sets of twins died at birth, one my grandmother helped to bury.   She was having children at home with no medical care, with only her oldest daughter there to help her out.   As if birthing her own children wasn’t enough, she adopted one of her own grandchildren when her daughter was unable to care for him.   Despite her level of hardship, she was rarely ever seen without an apron and a smile.  She had an army to cook for, and she took pride in caring for her family.  By today’s standards she had so many kids she would probably have her own show on TLC, but back then that was just life.   One of her few hobbies was playing the piano (by ear with no training) at church. She played without shoes because for some reason she said the shoes kept her from being able to play correctly.  She was a devout Christian and believed that God had a plan and reasons for everything that happened.  She also believed that God sent people into your life to test your faith, and for that reason she never turned away people who came to her looking for meal, even when she barely had enough to go around.  Our mother has said Mama Bowman was fond of the quote from Hebrews, “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:  for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”

She passed away the year that we celebrated our birthday together.   It was the only party she ever had for her birthday. I wish I had a picture of that with me, but I don’t.   Of her large number of offspring, I always felt special because we shared our day of birth.   I also play the piano at church (I do wear shoes) and I also  have adopted.   I’m certainly not the cook she was known for.   Mother said she could make a feast out of anything, but she was especially famous for her chocolate fried pies.

**Story that my dad just told me about my great-grandmother. She was three years old when her dad was plowing in a field. Someone shot him because he was a half Indian married to a white woman. That was 102 years ago.

After I married I found out that I now shared my birthday with two of Rod’s uncles.  Both have been men that he looked up to in his life after his father passed away when he was young.  Rod’s uncle Hubert and I email on a regular basis and I have found him to be one of the most encouraging people I have ever met. He speaks with great authority and wisdom that I only hope to find someday.

Below is a bit of an email where we were discussing his youth.

You know Dena, younger people cannot fathom the difficult times and discipline were were raised up under. Although, most everyone was raised under in the same circumstances. No one had anything and was grateful for any kind of delicacy  that was offered. For example, cakes and pies mostly were at Christmas. The other cakes ect. we happened to get was made from sorghum syrup. There was no money to buy sugar. My first job was chopping cotton for Mr. Joe Kruse. My salary was four bales of hay per day. The older folks received six bales per day. I  later got a job at a saw mill bucking slabs  ten hours a day for $2.00. This type of thing was prevalent until  the war broke out and RRAD was built. That’s when the standard of living began to get better. I even started working for the federal Govt. getting  .59 per hour which was pretty fair. Sure beat four bails of hay or $2.00 for 10 hrs. hard work. I finally got to a dollar an hour I thought golly, $8.00 a day, what will I do making so much money.

That was Uncle Hubert.  Uncle Thurman passed away a few years ago.  He was also fiesty, active until the very end. He used to go have coffee a few times a week at McDonald’s just to visit with people.
I hope that since I share a birthday was such wonderful people, maybe a little bit of that spirit and zest for life will rub off on me. I’m waiting for it!
PS…don’t forget we still have a contest going on to win a copy of the book Chicken Soup For the Soul that has the story by Alexis in it here!