Friday, April 8, 2016

Gay's Days. Baking Treats

Do you like to cook? Bake?

I don’t, but my mom kept goodies available. I remember coming home from school and eagerly slicing a piece of Devil’s Food cake. I loved that cake but could never decide if I preferred the Seven Minute White Frosting or the chocolate icing

Have you ever had fried pies hot from a skillet of butter? Scrumptious. Mom made them from dehydrated fruit. Apricot was my favorite. I’m guessing she rehydrated the fruit, prepared it with sugar, pureed it, and then filled homemade pie crust. I wish I had her recipe, although I doubt I’d make them. The two pictured above look and sound similar to mom's. These pies are southern favorites, and maybe I'll get the nerve to try one of the recipes.

Another phenomenal treat on hot Texas days was to open the refrigerator and find strawberry short cake with fresh whipping cream. Yum.

For a time, my family lived in Irving, Texas. Mom and Dad lived a short distance away in Arlington, Texas. My hubby loved to eat at moms and we’d make the trip several times a week. He always did something for her—paint a bedroom, wallpaper a spot, etc. He loved to work and she enjoyed rewarding his labors with foods he fancied.

Date Cale
At Christmas, mom made fruit cakes—one baked, one unbaked, and one date cake. Hubby preferred the unbaked. It was more like candy. I never cared for either one, but I loved the date cake. The recipe for this one is over one hundred years old, and I do make it for holidays. You’ll find the recipe and story about the cake on Gail Pallotta’s blog.

By the way, I’m giving an ebook of your choice, so hop over to Gail’s, leave a comment for the book, and copy the recipe. I know your family will love it.

I have deep, southern roots. My mom came from Alabama and my dad's folks came from Tennessee. I'm a native Texan, and if you want to know more about life in Texas, try Anita Klumper’s link. She asked me some interesting questions.

Until next time, smile. You never know how much your happy face will mean to someone.

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