It’s frustrating when you want to make cookies and your brown sugar is hard as rock. It’s enough to kill the whole cookie-making mood. Don’t worry. All is not lost. It’s not necessary to pack up the kids and head for the nearest market for a fresh bag. (If the Damsel had to do that, [...]
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The Damsel can’t think of a more old school dessert than shortbread. This recipe is so simple, so basic. It’s easy to picture Great-grandma making this often, and not having to refer a printed recipe, either. You’ll see why the Damsel says that. So what is shortbread? It’s sort of a cookie, although it can [...]
Okay, class, Thanksgiving is nearly upon us. There’s a whole continuum on how to do this, from extreme old school (go shoot a turkey, pluck it, roast it over an open fire) to packing up the family and going out to Marie Callendar’s for dinner. Most of us fall somewhere in the middle. The Damsel [...]
I asked the Damsel if she would like to know how we make homemade doughnuts on Halloween. It’s been a tradition in our family since Grandma Lola started making them and giving them out over 40 years ago. Sounded like a blog post, and so here it is. Grandma Whittaker’s Spudnuts 1 qt. Milk scalded [...]
Tomorrow or the next day, your local market may put their leftover pumpkins on clearance, and you can pick one up for dirt cheap. But why would you want to do that? After all, Halloween will be pretty much over. You could make your own pumpkin puree! Yes you can! You can use pumpkin puree [...]
The Damsel received a request for a post about making banana bread, and since it came from her cutie patootie newlywed niece, she could not refuse. Besides, this recipe uses a couple of things Old School classmates should now have on hand. dun dun dun . . . Remember the bananas in the freezer? Yeah, [...]
This morning, when the Damsel logged onto one of her favorite websites and saw a recipe for this, she got excited because her garden overfloweth with raspberries. But when she saw the ingredient list included self-rising flour, the raspberry cobbler train came to a screeching halt. The Damsel didn’t have any, and felt grumpy about [...]