pete black
Well-known Member
Growing up in town we had a lady neighbor who was not
the brightest. Just neighbors but mom did consider her
a friend and was kind to her. On many occasions she
would come over to see what mom was cooking for supper
then she would go home and cook nearly the same thing.
Mom usually cooked a real fruitcake at Christmas which
called for candied fruits, raisins and pecans, spices
in addition to butter in the batter. Getting the recipe
from mom one day she went home to bake the cake. Next
day she came over to ask mom if her cake was spicy hot.
Mom said no and they started to review how she made the
cake; fruit, yes; raisins, yes; pecans,yes; spices,
yes; butter, no, she had no butter so she used the
drippings from the sausage she had cooked for
breakfast. My Mom retold that to us in private nearly
every Christmas and five years after moms passing I
recall that story with a smile.
the brightest. Just neighbors but mom did consider her
a friend and was kind to her. On many occasions she
would come over to see what mom was cooking for supper
then she would go home and cook nearly the same thing.
Mom usually cooked a real fruitcake at Christmas which
called for candied fruits, raisins and pecans, spices
in addition to butter in the batter. Getting the recipe
from mom one day she went home to bake the cake. Next
day she came over to ask mom if her cake was spicy hot.
Mom said no and they started to review how she made the
cake; fruit, yes; raisins, yes; pecans,yes; spices,
yes; butter, no, she had no butter so she used the
drippings from the sausage she had cooked for
breakfast. My Mom retold that to us in private nearly
every Christmas and five years after moms passing I
recall that story with a smile.