My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.
Friday, December 27, 2019
My arms still hurt
Fri., December 13, 2002 - Home Nurse came in p.m. I boiled the syrup, etc. for peppernuts. Mary & kids came in evening. They finished mixing the peppernuts.
Sat., December 14, 2002 - Greta called. I baked 4 loaves of pumpkin cranberry bread.
Sun., December 15, 2002 - Dolores, Nancy & I went to Capitol City Christian Church for a Christmas musical. It was "super" -- about 157 adults & children presented it.
I also remember this particular time frame. Every time I thought the spoon and my arm would surely break, Grandma took a peek and said we needed even more flour for the peppernuts. I'm not complaining -- the end result is always well worth it.
I did make some peppernuts this year myself. However, it was a very different version. For one, it didn't make nearly so many and it was more like a shortbread than what we think of peppernuts. The recipe was on a Danish facebook page I follow, from someone's Danish grandmother. So, just like chili or pizza, there are lots of different versions. And they are called pebernoder. :-) (Photo from Google).
I also remember Grandma's pumpkin cranberry bread. Yummy!
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