tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801536975484147211.post1787059307486992758..comments2014-09-04T11:24:24.040-07:00Comments on Cannacronemel's Bedtime Book: East meets west...and chaos ensuesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591505041884097870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801536975484147211.post-26625300441126281552014-09-04T11:24:24.040-07:002014-09-04T11:24:24.040-07:00And it is with great joy that I observe that pest ...And it is with great joy that I observe that pest finally managed to grow herself up so very well...and says such lovely things! Thank you for the love and encouragement. And for the offer of the buttermilk pancake recipe! Happily accepted. <br /><br />I finally resorted to buying pectin. Never had to use it before, but the Western varieties might be affected by the lack of water in these here parts...they might not develop as eastern fruit does, and I will have to tweak the results accordingly. Experimentation is always interesting...especially when the results do manage to taste good, even if the idea of jelly that crawls down your throat under its own power is somewhat off-putting.<br /><br />Haha...the tilt-a-whirl story! Little do you know that the tilt-a-whirl was my dish best served cold. Since I knew about my fear of heights very young, I was determined to have SOMETHING at a park/carnival that I could master. My choice of demon rides turned out to be anything that kept you on the ground, but turned you inside out as it attempted to separate your cellular integrity via centrifugal force. In other words, if it spun you in circles until you threw up...it was a winner! Tilt-a-whirls, whips, scramblers...I could ride those beasts all day and all night, and whenever I needed to escape whiny little Klingons on the starboard bow (Scrape them off, Jim), I would invite said Klingons to ride the tilt-a-whirl. Two or three go-rounds, and I could relax, watching the pest stagger back to mom or dad, green around the gills.<br /><br />You beat the system, though, You refused to go down. Stubborn, you were. And I had a book waiting. I bowed to the inevitable, and we rode. Is that the one where the wall-eyed dude with the cigarette permanently affixed to his lower lip slouched by the break pedal with his bottle? He was a bit more than creepy. But all that being said, it's really neat to hear how that went down from inside YOUR eyes! You remember it with such fondness... I hope that learning that it was intended to blow you off doesn't change that!<br /><br />But then again - we all knew our places in the stepping order, and as youngest, you probably already knew it at some level...youngers exists to get blown off by the elders. However, as I recall... it was a pretty cool day out there...I remember laughing lots). A lot of my childhood can be summed up with 'cool days when we laughed lots'. And you, Bets and Dave are front and center of so much of that! Thank you for those memories. I love you right back!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06591505041884097870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801536975484147211.post-13143331858248461222014-09-04T10:28:48.488-07:002014-09-04T10:28:48.488-07:00As always, you make me laugh. As children (and st...As always, you make me laugh. As children (and still today for that matter) I was/am in total AWE of your ability to take the common everyday object or happening and analyze it in a hilarious manner! <br /><br />You know those snapshot moments in your early memories that are so vivid that you know they will be a part of those flashing images of our life when we enter the big white tunnel at the end? Well, one of mine was riding a tilt-a-whirl with you when I was seven-ish. We must have been at the Huntingdon County Fair. What made those three minutes so special? One, that my big girl cousin would ride with me (the audio clip of my childhood would include "Stop following me, Mary Anne!"), and two, that you made that three-minute ride the funniest three minutes of my childhood. I believe we reenacted that ride with our daughters at Grange Fair a few decades later. <br /><br />Now, in regard to your cooking adventures. We call jelly that doesn't "jel" thick syrup. It's excellent over pancakes and French toast. If need be, heat it just a little and pour. It's funny that just this morning I made myself French toast for the first time in at least a year, and I thought of you. When I visited you in Gibbsboro as an adult, you made the most FABULOUS French Toast with autumnal spices (cinnamon, nutmeg, and love). I have always remembered that French Toast. <br /><br />Finally, on the topic of pancakes, I have a fabulous buttermilk pancake recipe that comes together almost as fast as the boxed mix. Throw the Crusty-Musty away. I'll send you my recipe if you want it. I do have to say that the aforementioned unfortunately named baking company does make a mean lemon bar and lime bar. They are fast and easy, and probably filled with things I can't identify, but let's be real, when I'm eating a gooey, sugary dessert, do I really care? Clearly not. <br /><br />Sending you love and thanks for the laughs! I love you, Mel!Anne On A Mountainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478781483205319784noreply@blogger.com