I know. I don't have a wood cookstove but I have a woodstove that I can cook on and in. It has a cooking panel on the top and that lifts to reveal a grill inside. It is also one heck of a good woodstove. Mom mostly used hers for bread and it was wonderful.
I was thinking about this, spurred I'm sure by your comments about Grandma Dog's pie crust. Mom was a depression baby and never wasted anything. When she made pies, she took the scraps of leftover pie crust, rolled it out, sprinkled them with cinnamon and sugar, rolled that up and cut it into 1 inch pinwheels and baked them. They were so good.
...she would put those "cookies" in a bread bag, fill a mason jar with kool aid, wrap it with aluminum foil then send me off for my own private picnic....
...those memories they created for us are an inheritance of untold value....
We always had picnic tables, Daddy was a builder but came from a long line of country cabinetmakers and homebuilders. We were sent outside for lots of snacks. They also made great pirate ships, Davey Crockett cabins, etc. Mom had a set of aluminum glasses in assorted pastel colors that would keep any drink at iceberg temperature. By the time I was about five, they were well worn dented and scratched.
We never had either grandma cook for us. Grandma who lived next door was very sick from when I was five. We visited mama's mother and father but they sold the farm when I was a baby and lived in a tiny apartment in Petersburg
A great aunt who lived in Harrisonburg made huge feasts for us, all on a wood stove and in a tiny kitchen just big enough for the stove, a sink and hand pumped faucet and a tiny drainboard. And the great aunt. No room for anyone else.
...find a yeast roll recipe and incorporate your Mama's ingredients into it...
...and yes, your Mother was right, food, especially bread, tastes better cooked in a wood stove.....
I know. I don't have a wood cookstove but I have a woodstove that I can cook on and in. It has a cooking panel on the top and that lifts to reveal a grill inside. It is also one heck of a good woodstove. Mom mostly used hers for bread and it was wonderful.
I was thinking about this, spurred I'm sure by your comments about Grandma Dog's pie crust. Mom was a depression baby and never wasted anything. When she made pies, she took the scraps of leftover pie crust, rolled it out, sprinkled them with cinnamon and sugar, rolled that up and cut it into 1 inch pinwheels and baked them. They were so good.
...Grandma Dog did the same thing...
...she would put those "cookies" in a bread bag, fill a mason jar with kool aid, wrap it with aluminum foil then send me off for my own private picnic....
...those memories they created for us are an inheritance of untold value....
We always had picnic tables, Daddy was a builder but came from a long line of country cabinetmakers and homebuilders. We were sent outside for lots of snacks. They also made great pirate ships, Davey Crockett cabins, etc. Mom had a set of aluminum glasses in assorted pastel colors that would keep any drink at iceberg temperature. By the time I was about five, they were well worn dented and scratched.
We never had either grandma cook for us. Grandma who lived next door was very sick from when I was five. We visited mama's mother and father but they sold the farm when I was a baby and lived in a tiny apartment in Petersburg A great aunt who lived in Harrisonburg made huge feasts for us, all on a wood stove and in a tiny kitchen just big enough for the stove, a sink and hand pumped faucet and a tiny drainboard. And the great aunt. No room for anyone else.
Grandma Dog would tell me,"memories are you roses in the winter's snow"...
...at the time, I didn't put much credence into those words....