Country Farmgirl
CookBooks
I picked this darling thing up from The Cracker Barrel gift shop.
It is a such an adorable read. Filled to the brim
with simple farm fresh pictures.
Recipes that definetly bring you back to the old farm table
in front of the warm crackling fire.
Delicious recipes for the perfect Apple Pie perfect
for finishing off a good home cooked meal
at the end of any day.
Although my daddy was a marvelous farmer and I grew
up among wheat fields, alfalfa fields, hay bales,
wind rows & 4wheelers, I am still a girl
who appreciates the conviences
of electric stoves and technogogy
(I'm simply in love with my Nook Tablet, you ought to get one, really).
But my heart calls back to the days of old and simplicity.
Days when little children stood at their grandmother's
knee listening to the soft gentle voice of instruction and wisdom.
Her afternoon summer peach & blueberry pies
rest on the kitchen window sill.
Each grandchild tried the difficult but tried
and true techniques of rolling
out the perfect pie crusts
with grandma's floured and well worn
rolling pin.
The soft warm breeze subtly breaks through the
open window streaming through the red and white check curtains.
Dancing across the kitchen floor and walls.
the breeze cools off the sultry kitchen.
"Grandma, can we have a glass of sweet tea, with one of those sour yellow fruits?"
"But of course, sugar, and you mean a lemon...don't 'cha, dear?"
"Yes, it's not grandma's tea without the lemon in it!"
"Yes, sugarplum, and what's some sweet tea with out some sweet
right from the oven peach pie, to eat with it?"
"Oh yes grandma, we should most definetly have
that peach pie, especially
before grandpa gets home, 'cuz he'll
gobble it right up!"
Suddenly the screen door slammed shut.
"Papa!" exclaimed the little girl, "your home, Noni
and I just finished your favorite peach pie and now
we're going to have some for lunch."
He picked up the blue eyed little girl
with blonde ringlets that hung down to her
sides and gave her a swing in the air
before landing her back down to
her feet.
"Well, then I couldn't have missed
a special occassion such as this. This calls
for a celebration. Should we
eat outside under the plum trees?"
The boys came trapsing in through door leaving the
screen to slam. "Hi Noni, Hi Pa" they said in unisen.
"What's that smell?" the oldest one said dusting
off his hands onto his faded blue overalls.
"That's our peaches in her and your little sister's pie." chuckled grandpa.
"Can we have some?" mused the middle boy fidgeting with
glasses.
Grandma said with conviction."I've never, I can't stand here a moment
longer listening to you boys beg and plead. Of course
ya'll can have this pie. I made it just for you."
ate and enjoyed their lunch with Noni and Papa.
Chores awaited their return home to the farm as the
children climbed over the white painted wood fence
and grabbed each their assigned pale. For it
was time to feed the horse with
Papa.~
The End.
