HI GRIZZ - nature's wild-life couple. SO beautiful against the Winter folly....and the words of wonder and delight continue to inspire and bring hope. And Grizz, can you please send some prayers this way for my Sister that all is well and no big deal, k? Love you my friend
HI GRIZZ - thanks for the prayers nd the shred belief in miracles of this season and any time. Our snow is melting fast as well - warming up to 55 degrees by Sunday then a dip down to the 30's Monday night, Tuesday and for Christmas too. We baked our poppy seed rolls today, the house smelled wonderful and my mom would have been so proud. This is her time honored recipe, and so delicious. I felt her as I kneaded the dough - which had just the right pull and strength - I spread the sweetened poppy seed mix over buttered dough and rolled the loaves - topping with an egg/milk wash and then when they were golden brown and done I brushed them, with melted butter. SO good Love to you Gail peace....
You know, I'm not sure I've ever eaten homemade poppy seed rolls. Yours certainly sound delicious. I may have to hit you up for the recipe and give them a shot one of these days.
I never grew up eating much yeast bread of any sort, including plain old sliced bread from the grocery. In part, because we never did sandwiches. (I don't think my father ate three sandwiches in his entire life, though he took a daily lunch to his carpentry jobs for decades.) We always did quick breads—cornbread, hoecakes, biscuits, soda bread, etc. I sometimes had a piece of store bread as toast, and made a few PB&J sandwiches…but that was about it. Mom might bake a loaf of yeast-rising bread once or twice a year. By contrast, she baked a pan of biscuits every morning of her life, with very, very few exceptions, until she was well into her nineties—and then didn't miss many.
HI AGAIN...guess who? :-0 Different cultures for sure. I love learning how other folks celebrate and feed and gather and so forth. Never knew any one who did not eat sandwiches though, you are my first!! :-) And I love that your Gram made biscuits every morning in to her 90's. Amazing... And any time you want to try your hand at the poppy seed rolls, the recipe is yours for the asking. Love Gail peace....
My sis's appt. is Monday @8:45 - God have mercy....
It was my mother I was saying baked well into her nineties. And the bread business comes from their mountain culture. Both my parents grew up on farms where they raised, grew, or made nearly everything in their life. Regarding foods, I'd guess they bought less than one percent.Where my Mom and Dad grew up, everyone made their own, salt-rising or soda-rising, not yeast-rising, breads. Loaf bread was "store bread" meaning it came from a real town market, not a little country store which carried only the staples—things like salt, coffee, sugar, and flour in 50 or 100 pound barrels. And it cost cash money—a luxury food. Plus not many folks around liked it; they thought homemade breads tasted much better. They bought flour for making biscuits and pies and cakes, or took bags of shelled corn they'd grown in their own fields to the little mills and had it stone ground into cornmeal for cornbread, hoecakes, etc.
You have to understand, in both sides of my family, I'm only three (counting me) generations away from Civil War soldiers. My Grandpa and Grandma Williams lived in a log cabin when they first got married. His grandfather was in the Revolutionary War, as was my Dad's great grandfather. I came not just from pioneer stock, but people who—well into the 1900s—lived not too much different than my kin who came with Daniel Boone down the Wilderness Road. My parents grew up with kerosene lamps, churning their own butter, drawing water from a hand-dug well, making soap, looming cloth and spinning yarn, canning, keeping milk and butter in a spring house (no ice) and taking a horse-drawn wagon 17 miles to a little country store for what few supplies they needed once a month. Neither set of grandparents ever owned a car or anything with a gas engine.
Yet a lot of my family on both sides were college educated—teachers, professors, judges, university presidents, etc. There were books everywhere. And lots of musicians. So it was a strange but wonderful culture…learning how to hunt squirrels, make herbal medicines, craft a museum-quality guitar.
But not many sandwiches.
Let me know about your sister, please—but only if she's okay with that. And one of these days, send me your poppy seed roll recipe.
Hi and thank you for this wonderful family history,traditions, values and makings of a life well-lived and preserved. I love every detail. I will treasure this post forever and re-read it. :-) I will send you the recipe in January and I will let you know about my Sister. Thanks Grizz for all that you are, all that you do, all that you believe and so lovingly share which makes this world a better place because you are in it. Love Gail peace.....
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HI GRIZZ - nature's wild-life couple. SO beautiful against the Winter folly....and the words of wonder and delight continue to inspire and bring hope.
And Grizz, can you please send some prayers this way for my Sister that all is well and no big deal, k?
Love you my friend
Gail…
Will certainly remember your sister in my prayers. Have faith, this is the season of miracles.
Thank you for your comments. I really appreciate them. BTW, snow's all gone here; 55˚F here, same for tomorrow and Sunday, then down into the teens.
HI GRIZZ - thanks for the prayers nd the shred belief in miracles of this season and any time.
Our snow is melting fast as well - warming up to 55 degrees by Sunday then a dip down to the 30's Monday night, Tuesday and for Christmas too. We baked our poppy seed rolls today, the house smelled wonderful and my mom would have been so proud. This is her time honored recipe, and so delicious. I felt her as I kneaded the dough - which had just the right pull and strength - I spread the sweetened poppy seed mix over buttered dough and rolled the loaves - topping with an egg/milk wash and then when they were golden brown and done I brushed them, with melted butter. SO good
Love to you
Gail
peace....
Gail…
You know, I'm not sure I've ever eaten homemade poppy seed rolls. Yours certainly sound delicious. I may have to hit you up for the recipe and give them a shot one of these days.
I never grew up eating much yeast bread of any sort, including plain old sliced bread from the grocery. In part, because we never did sandwiches. (I don't think my father ate three sandwiches in his entire life, though he took a daily lunch to his carpentry jobs for decades.) We always did quick breads—cornbread, hoecakes, biscuits, soda bread, etc. I sometimes had a piece of store bread as toast, and made a few PB&J sandwiches…but that was about it. Mom might bake a loaf of yeast-rising bread once or twice a year. By contrast, she baked a pan of biscuits every morning of her life, with very, very few exceptions, until she was well into her nineties—and then didn't miss many.
Different cultures, I guess.
HI AGAIN...guess who? :-0
Different cultures for sure. I love learning how other folks celebrate and feed and gather and so forth. Never knew any one who did not eat sandwiches though, you are my first!! :-)
And I love that your Gram made biscuits every morning in to her 90's. Amazing...
And any time you want to try your hand at the poppy seed rolls, the recipe is yours for the asking.
Love Gail
peace....
My sis's appt. is Monday @8:45 - God have mercy....
Gail…
It was my mother I was saying baked well into her nineties. And the bread business comes from their mountain culture. Both my parents grew up on farms where they raised, grew, or made nearly everything in their life. Regarding foods, I'd guess they bought less than one percent.Where my Mom and Dad grew up, everyone made their own, salt-rising or soda-rising, not yeast-rising, breads. Loaf bread was "store bread" meaning it came from a real town market, not a little country store which carried only the staples—things like salt, coffee, sugar, and flour in 50 or 100 pound barrels. And it cost cash money—a luxury food. Plus not many folks around liked it; they thought homemade breads tasted much better. They bought flour for making biscuits and pies and cakes, or took bags of shelled corn they'd grown in their own fields to the little mills and had it stone ground into cornmeal for cornbread, hoecakes, etc.
You have to understand, in both sides of my family, I'm only three (counting me) generations away from Civil War soldiers. My Grandpa and Grandma Williams lived in a log cabin when they first got married. His grandfather was in the Revolutionary War, as was my Dad's great grandfather. I came not just from pioneer stock, but people who—well into the 1900s—lived not too much different than my kin who came with Daniel Boone down the Wilderness Road. My parents grew up with kerosene lamps, churning their own butter, drawing water from a hand-dug well, making soap, looming cloth and spinning yarn, canning, keeping milk and butter in a spring house (no ice) and taking a horse-drawn wagon 17 miles to a little country store for what few supplies they needed once a month. Neither set of grandparents ever owned a car or anything with a gas engine.
Yet a lot of my family on both sides were college educated—teachers, professors, judges, university presidents, etc. There were books everywhere. And lots of musicians. So it was a strange but wonderful culture…learning how to hunt squirrels, make herbal medicines, craft a museum-quality guitar.
But not many sandwiches.
Let me know about your sister, please—but only if she's okay with that. And one of these days, send me your poppy seed roll recipe.
Hi and thank you for this wonderful family history,traditions, values and makings of a life well-lived and preserved. I love every detail. I will treasure this post forever and re-read it. :-)
I will send you the recipe in January and I will let you know about my Sister. Thanks Grizz for all that you are, all that you do, all that you believe and so lovingly share which makes this world a better place because you are in it.
Love Gail
peace.....
Gail…
Hey, who I am is, in great part, where I came from. My family history shapes my life in more ways than even I imagine sometimes.
Looking forward to the recipe. (Still, flooding and all.) And do keep me informed about your sister.
Gail…
Hey, who I am is, in great part, where I came from. My family history shapes my life in more ways than even I imagine sometimes.
Looking forward to the recipe. (Still, flooding and all.) And do keep me informed about your sister.
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