We're all sharing our
(and it's been such fun to read about yours)! For Thanksgiving, our family gathers for the traditional meal--turkey, dressing, mp&g, etc. But, one of our favorite parts of the meal is the home baked bread. This recipe was handed down in Studly's family!
Hay Hand Bread
(I think it's called that because the recipe makes a lot - and the ladies made it for the dinners when all of the farmers gathered to help each other put up hay for the winter)!
2 pkg. yeast
1 cup warm water
1 tbsp. Salt
1 cup sugar
3 cups water
In an extra large mixing bowl, mix yeast & 1 cup water until dissovled. Stir in other ingredients until bubbly. Cover, and let it set over night.
Here's what it looks like in the morning:
To this mix, add:
3 beaten eggs
1 cup shortening (melted)
1 cup sugar
8 cups of flour
Mix together, and knead. You may need to add a bit more flour, but your dough will be sticky
Pound down and shape into rolls
Bake for 15 to 20 minutes at 350 degrees!
I love Thanksgiving!
It's one of my favorite holidays! It is a reminder to me that for every one thing I have to gripe about - there are so many things to be grateful for!
Take for example - my thighs! I wasn't happy with them at 20 - and I'm really not happy with them now - but my family is healthy, and I'm healthy - and for that I'm grateful!
Or, what about the cold, dead, gray Missouri winter I've talked about - well
But, Kate's boyfriend Curtis already brought us a huge load of fire wood
And, sometimes I'd swear - we put the "DYS" in dysfunctional family!
we play, and joke, and have a ton of fun together!
But together, we have it all (and for that - I am extremely grateful).
And - I could go on and on - but, I'm starting to get sappy here - so I'll move on to
My friend Cira sent me this - and I had to share:
A young man named John received a parrot as a gift.
The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.
Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity.
John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.
Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot.
The parrot yelled back.
John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude.
John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.
For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.
Then suddenly there was total quiet.
Not a peep was heard for over a minute.
Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer.
The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arm and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions.
I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."
John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.
As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly, "May I ask what the turkey did?"
Wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving - filled with love and laughter!