Surely you’ve figured out by now, I am not normal. Turns out this family I married into isn’t normal either. They hang on to stories and catch phrases from silly things that have happened over the years, retelling them at every gathering, and everyone howls, like they just heard it for the first time. This is one of those stories.
It was Halloween night, Baby Ben and Aunt Sissy were just knee high to a grasshopper. It was getting late and Mimi and Papa were out of candy. So Papa hurried off to the kitchen to pop some popcorn. (If there’s one thing Papa can cook, it’s popcorn and pancakes.) He had just got done putting a bunch of butter and salt on the popcorn when the door bell rang again. MiMi scurried to the door with two steaming sacks of popcorn to give to the treat-or treaters, and was met by two little girls.
Few things are as tempting as fresh popcorn, evidently the two little girls at the door thought so too. They grabbed the sacks and commenced to eating the popcorn, wiping the buttery goodness on their costumes, then paused to look at one another and said…”That’s fresh cooked, Rhoda!”
I said all that to say…I get excited about fresh food. Growing it, cooking it, eating it and feeding it to any little Rhodas in my life. Yesterday I started cleaning out my freezer to make room for the fresh stuff that will come this summer and ran across some fresh/frozen cherries. We don’t have a mature cherry tree, we acquired these by trading fresh apricots for fresh sour cherries.
This recipe is so simple and good. Like, slap yer mama–bang yer head on the ground good.
Sis’s Cherry Pie In a bowl add ~6 cups of fresh or frozen sour cherries~1/3 Cup Flour~1 Cup Sugar~Stir~Dump into pastry shell~Place another shell on top, seal and shape the edges~Cut breather holes in top~In the Father, the Son and in the hole he goes at 350 degrees or until light brown~Eat for breakfast, like we did!
Then hollar, “That’s fresh cooked, Rhoda!”
Sis
Tags: budget meals, cooking, funny
Funny…..I’m Aunt Sissy, and I don’t remember Rhoda.
You sure do tell a good story, Sis. I need to take lessons.
Love you,
Ain’t Sissy
You know, I need to put…as told to me by MiMi…now there’s a good story teller.
Thanks for your sweet comments. You’re one of my favorite little Rhodas.
Much Love
Sis
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