Well Hello to all you foodies in Web Land hope everyone had a great Mother's Day. I spent the day planting Flowers and refreshing our flower beds. Working out in the yard is a nice way for me to remember my mom. We lost her a few years back and I sure miss her ways of telling me to get in there and not give up the fight! She was part of the greatest generation and turf as nails. Growing up in the depression and going into the WAC at the age of 16 and she had to get her dad to sign off for it. She had a full scholarship to attend Carnegie Hall in music with a very rare soprano voice but WW 11 rolled around and she decided she would hold off on a music career, she thought she was needed else wear. I guess she was. She went crazy, blond and all however the whole barracks went blond with nothing to do but wait for their orders. They were told that they had no right to change one thing on their bodies because their bodies no longer belonged to them, they belonged to the US Army. Any who she ended up behind enemy's lines in Germany working in top secret on codes or something like that. She was a higher rank then my dad when they met. Close to the end of the war she got
hurt and had to return home on a boat carring the wounded back home. That is where she met my dad for the first time. However he was quit the ladies men his whole life but she didn't give him the time of day. She had her eyes on someone else. My dad had seen her at a soft ball game that was arranged by the army women against the men. However my dad told one of his buddies she that blond over there am going to marry her and his friend said which blond, there's nine of them out there. He also told him Allen you don't even know her name. Anyway its a true story. She was playing poker with some men on the ship and my dad walked up behind her and tried to tell her what to play and that didin't set well with my mom. Any who by the time the ship rolled into the harbor he had won her over. The rest is history and a few more stories along the way. I don't have enough room to write them all to night. My mom was a very special lady who would stand up to anyone for what she believed in. If someone couldn't stand up for them selves, she was right there in front of them to help. Mean as a snake when she needed to be. She wrote letters to the houston newspapers and they would publish them. She always said if you are not happy with somehting in this country write or call your representives and if that doesn't work then call Washington. Any who she made wonderful Ice Cream when we were kids. Here is a recipe that you can use in a ice cream machine. If you don't have one just mix it and freeze it.
Peach Ice Cream
1 Cup Ripe Peaches, peeled and sliced
1 Cup Sugar
1/2 tsp. Cinnamon
1 1/2 Cups Whipping Cream
2/3 Cup Half & Half
1 tsp Vanilla
Cut up the peaches really fine. Next Whip the whipping cream. Then add the sugar and cinnamon and mix till blended. Then add the half and half , vanilla and blend well. If you have a machine just mix it for about 12 to 15 minutes. Then pour the ice cream into a bowl and freeze till stiff.
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Happy Trails to you until we meet again. Eileen F. Hutson, MadJon.
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