They both just uhhh and ahhh over my bread. They will never know how good their Great Grandma Powell could make buns and cinnamon rolls...
It is all ready hot here this morning. At 3 AM it was 80 . I guess summer is really here. It will stay till the end of Sept.
I have a great pot of coffee this morning, piece and quiet, bread rising, what more could a person ask for.
Only about 6 more weeks and Benjamin will be in Kindergarten. I had better enjoy him while I have him. Soon he will be like Kenzie and have a lot of friends to play with and ole Granny will only be of use to feed him.
Wish I had some of Fleta's tomatoes this morning. Soon Clayton will have a bunch of fresh sausage. Fleta is splitting her pigs with him and he is having all of his ground into sausage. Just think Biscuits, sausage gravy, and tomatoes....Could that be called Hog Heaven.
Clayton told me he does not have Grandma's old iron corn pan but you could buy them at some farm place. He did not think the pan would make my Jiffy corn bread mix taste any better. I am pretty sure that when Betty posted she had a corn pan but it was not Grandma's, the mystery was solved. Clayton also said he did not have Mom's little skillet but we can't bet the farm on that one either. One thing he did say that is true for sure. All of us kids are going to get along and we are not going to be mad and fight. You know after putting some thought into all of this I have noticed Fleta has not said a word. She probably has the Big skillet, little skillet, and the corn pan. That would make sense.
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One year Larry gave Mom a huge iron skillet to fry an entire chicken. I know who has it and it is not me. It is the silent one.
Oh the silent one...I understand...
Jiffy corn muffins caused me to get married the first time. If I ever get over being embarrassed by my youthful stupidity, I'll have to tell you that story.
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