Mom used to make these every year. One or two to have at home and a whole bunch to take to friends. I used to think they were pretty boring, but now I would give anything to have one of Mom's Applesauce Raisin cakes.
It seems like it would be a 'no brainer to make them myself, but it just isn't the same.
1 spice cake mix, replace the oil with applesauce, add eggs and water according to package directions.
Divide the batter between two greased and floured loaf pans, bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes or until a knife inserted in the middle comes out clean.
Dust cooled cakes with powdered sugar.
I can do all that. Definitely a no brainer, but they still didn't come from Mom's kitchen.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I had forgotten...
how funny toddlers are.
Yesterday the niece brings the kids in saying that she had to go to the cemetary to put flowers on her mom's grave. It would have been her mom's birthday, but she passed away in September. She really didn't want to take the little ones because of the cold and the wind. Besides their papa had already told her that it was OK.
What was I going to say? No you have to take your kids so they can get pneumonia?
The five year old pretty well knows what is off limits and what is ok to play with. The 16 month old on the other hand..... she was definitely testing limits.
Do we play in Mimi's trash can? No, we get told that it is 'shooey nasty' like the one at home.
Do we play with the mouse or the phone? No, they get put up really high so we can't open the wrong files or call China.
Do we use the book shelf for practicing mountain climbing? No, that makes Mimi turn really pale, and move really fast for an old fat woman.
Do we get to eat dog food? No, that gets hidden too.
She must have had a piece of kibble in her pocket (I checked her mouth) though because a few minutes later she brought me a very wet piece and a big grin.
I took it and told her "that is for puppies, bad". She extended her index finger and told me "good, good, good".
At that point I had to look the other way so she wouldn't see me laugh.
I managed to keep the two of them, and myself. From injury or untimely death before mom got back. There was however one casualty. My husband for several years has posessed a rather ugly (read hideous) dragon made of resin. The one time I turned my back it got knocked off the desk. He lost one wing and his head. Of course dh starts in with "you have to watch her when she's here". Um, excuse me who exactly volunteered us for this tour of duty?!?!?
Hm, I will have to remember that next time he brings something like that home. "Hello, can J***** come over for a while?"
Yesterday the niece brings the kids in saying that she had to go to the cemetary to put flowers on her mom's grave. It would have been her mom's birthday, but she passed away in September. She really didn't want to take the little ones because of the cold and the wind. Besides their papa had already told her that it was OK.
What was I going to say? No you have to take your kids so they can get pneumonia?
The five year old pretty well knows what is off limits and what is ok to play with. The 16 month old on the other hand..... she was definitely testing limits.
Do we play in Mimi's trash can? No, we get told that it is 'shooey nasty' like the one at home.
Do we play with the mouse or the phone? No, they get put up really high so we can't open the wrong files or call China.
Do we use the book shelf for practicing mountain climbing? No, that makes Mimi turn really pale, and move really fast for an old fat woman.
Do we get to eat dog food? No, that gets hidden too.
She must have had a piece of kibble in her pocket (I checked her mouth) though because a few minutes later she brought me a very wet piece and a big grin.
I took it and told her "that is for puppies, bad". She extended her index finger and told me "good, good, good".
At that point I had to look the other way so she wouldn't see me laugh.
I managed to keep the two of them, and myself. From injury or untimely death before mom got back. There was however one casualty. My husband for several years has posessed a rather ugly (read hideous) dragon made of resin. The one time I turned my back it got knocked off the desk. He lost one wing and his head. Of course dh starts in with "you have to watch her when she's here". Um, excuse me who exactly volunteered us for this tour of duty?!?!?
Hm, I will have to remember that next time he brings something like that home. "Hello, can J***** come over for a while?"
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