Warm Pudding

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The gray cloud cover gave the appearance of threatening snow. Oh. Wait. This is Florida and the temperature is 53F. COLD for these parts, even if it is the middle of January! What's an old, cold lady to do?

Mix up a half cup of rice, a half cup of sugar, a quart of reconstituted dry milk, pinch of salt, and a splash of vanilla. Real vanilla, not that imitation stuff you get at the Dollar Tree. Fire up the Beast...my pet name for the restaurant-retired 6-burner LP stove that takes up half a kitchen wall. Bake those goodies in its 350 degree oven for a couple of hours (Butter the casserole dish first, and stir a few times while cooking.) ...heats the whole place nicely all by itself. The bonus is the creamy, sweet rice pudding like Grandma used to make.

 A word about the oven...everything gets baked at 350. You could set the dial for 500, and you'd get a 350 oven. Turn it down to 200? Right...still 350. So, you learn to bake everything at 350!
Nosey Parker


The kitties love to supervise all household activity. This one is Parker, the youngest and most precocious of the three. If there's a cupboard door banging, his big white paw is working on opening it. You know, just in case there's something new in that particular cupboard this particular day. He doesn't just sit in a cardboard box like a normal cat, he has to tear it to pieces. Lots of pieces, a thousand little tiny pieces of cardboard all over the just-vacuumed floor. He also stalks dogs, but we'll save that for another time.                     

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    LOVE the new blog!! Cant wait to follow along with your journey! Be Blessed Sister~ Shalom, Gillian

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