Sunday, July 20, 2014

June 13th - Sacramento PD & MADD

What do you do for fun on a Friday night?  I like living on the wild side…that’s a joke to those who know me.  A few years ago I had the privilege of going on a ride along with the Sacramento Police Department.  Why would I want to do this?  I like knowing and understanding what my children are doing, even if they are all grown up.  My oldest son is a Sacramento police officer and I think taking your mother to work is such a good idea, so we had a night on the town in Sacramento.

When my son explained that he volunteered to work DUI / driver license checkpoints, I thought this was something I would like to see firsthand.  I asked if it was possible the next time I visited and he said he would ask.  The answer came back as a yes and I filled out the appropriate paperwork for the police department and MADD who I would be officially volunteering with, and more paperwork.

I had flown down to the bay area to celebrate my mother’s ninety-seventh birthday and it just happened to coincide with the next DUI checkpoint coming up.  Friday evening anywhere in California means the city streets, side streets, and freeways are jammed with traffic pretty much from early afternoon till Saturday afternoon with everyone wanting to go somewhere that everyone else wants to go, and that all reverses on Sunday with everyone trying to get home.

I left hours early for the drive from the bay area to Sacramento and it wasn’t too bad.  I only had to slow the car to a crawl three or four times and most of the time the traffic moved at fifty to sixty miles per hour.  I was meeting my son at his home and since I actually arrived a bit early I found a Starbucks not too far from his home with time to enjoy my new favorite drink from the secret menu, a raspberry Italian soda.  A cold drink, a little air conditioning, and I was back on the road, only a few miles away from my destination.

I was trying to be quiet as I pulled into the driveway but realized if the dogs were peeking over the fence barking at me that Nicole must be awake.  Nicole is my soon to be daughter-in-law and she works as a 911 dispatcher for Sacramento.  Now, usually she would still be asleep because she works graveyard, but this afternoon she was up fixing dinner for us.  Thank you Nicole…you gave up sleep for me.

James arrived shortly after I did and the granddogs got to come in and greet me face to face before they had their dinner.  Lilly the cat finally decided, on this visit, that I was okay and she graced me with not only her presence but gave me her undivided attention to be petted and talked to.  Nicole fixed chicken salad with what seemed like every imaginable topping you could add to it.  My kind of salad--a great dinner.

We all left the house about the same time as Nicole had an errand to run before work and James needed to go to his office to meet his partner before work.  I got to see the dungeon as he calls it.  Very high tech and very secure.  Knowing what your son does for a living still doesn’t prepare you as you’re watching him put on his bullet proof vest and strap on his belt with his gun.  I am so proud of him for not settling for just any job and following his dream to become a police officer.  Doing what you love for a living makes for a much happier life.

Hanging in my son’s office is a motivational poster attributed to Frank Outlaw (Frank Jackson).
“Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions, they become habits. Watch your habits, they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.”

Great words to live by, but sort of funny considering Frank Outlaw was a Texas outlaw and this poster is hanging in a police department. 

James and his partner grabbed their gear bags and we headed out to the Ford Taurus which was our ride for the night.  We didn’t have far to go and pulled into a local mortuary that had given permission to Sacramento PD to use their parking lot for the evening.   Sort of ironic to be being doing a DUI check next to the mortuary.  The police set up at Fruitridge Rd & Mendocino Blvd.  Trailers to haul the cones and equipment, the command center to process paperwork and testing, K-9 for back up, assorted police vehicles set up for multiple tasks, and lots of SACPD officers.  Seven PM to one o’clock AM.

The Sacramento Police Chaplains had tables set up with water, pizza, and desserts for the officers working.  A lot of these officers had just finished working a full shift and then turned around to work another six hours at the checkpoint.

If a driver is suspected of a DUI, an expired/suspended license, no license, or warrants, the license and a white tag with the suspected infraction written on it are placed on the windshield and the car is sent to the parking lot where other officers are waiting to process the driver.

Officer Frank, whom I worked beside most of the night, has been on the force for twenty-four years.  He was insightful, informative, and patient as he answered questions about his job and experiences as a police officer in between being polite and respectful to the drivers who passed through the check point.

My son was getting ready to take his break and asked if I wanted to come with him.  I laughed and said I didn’t want to leave and miss all the fun.  It is an amazing instinct police officers have when one of their own might need assistance.  Officer Frank was asking all the appropriate questions to the driver stopped by us when all of a sudden his head comes and up and turns to the left.  As I glanced in the same direction I was aware that every other officer had stopped and also turned to see the sergeant and my son dealing with what appeared to be a drunk pedestrian.  No one remembered seeing a pedestrian but knowing the situation was handled everyone went back to work.

Several minutes passed when Officer Frank looked up, and said out loud “gun.”  Now every officer was looking at the parking lot at the funeral home as at least four officers had guns drawn, surrounding a car, and more officers running to back them up.  One of those officers was my son.  Passengers were being asked to get out of the car and then removed from the vehicle.  It was under control with everyone in the car being handcuffed until the situation was sorted out. 

Officer Frank went back to checking cars but we noticed when we looked up that the car was now being searched and everything removed from the trunk.  A short time later the K9 unit returned to the checkpoint and he began checking the parking lot and shrubs.  Officer Frank explained that the dog was trained for explosives so if there was a gun or ammunition the dog would find it.  Well all of this brought a few more officers to the scene but it was under control.

Back to work.  Officer Frank asked the next driver to roll down his window and put down his cell phone and produce his driver’s license.  (It is illegal to use your cell phone while driving in California.)  The driver just sort of looked at Officer Frank and didn’t say anything.  Again, politely, the driver was asked to put down his cell phone.  The driver looked down and sort of mumbled but didn’t really talk.  The driver handed Officer Frank his driver’s license, turned his hat around and picked up his cell phone.  The driver was told to put his cell phone down again but when spoken to would only look down and mumble.  The officer to our right had moved over closer to us and when the driver picked up his phone again, officer Frank asked him to get out of the car.  Now the driver could talk, wanting to know why.  Now the other officer was beside the car assisting Officer Frank.  The driver was cuffed and taken to the parking lot while Officer Frank drove his car into the parking lot.  Once you are suspected of a DUI you cannot drive any farther. 

I moved on to work beside another officer while Officer Frank took care of the driver and paperwork.  He returned a short time later and I worked beside him until about an hour before the DUI checkpoint closed down and he needed to finish his paperwork.  I worked beside several other officers until one o’clock when the DUI checkpoint closed down. 

It was time to breakdown the checkpoint line and it came down as fast as it went up.  Everyone had a job to do and they worked efficiently as a team.  I walked over to the parking lot to wait for my son to finish up his paperwork before he could leave. 

I watched as the medics arrived to transport a suspect to the hospital.  A few family/friends were still waiting for paperwork to be completed so they could drive vehicles away.  The tow trucks were arriving for the remaining vehicles and probably eight or nine were towed and impounded.

The car my son originally white tagged right before his break was the cause of all the commotion we witnessed.  Once in the parking lot, the driver got out and instead of walking away, walked straight across the street to where my son and his sergeant were.  In walking the suspect back to the parking lot they noticed his hands in his pocket and in removing his hands from the pocket, the suspect dropped bullets which led the officers to believe the car had guns.   The three passengers from the car were removed while the car was searched.  Two guns were retrieved from the car, one gun was in pieces and the police think the occupants of the car threw the revolver drum in a bush but it was never located.  The K-9 was brought in to look for it, but it was not recovered.  And I thought all the excitement was going to be out on the street.

Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork….hours of work to make sure every detail is written down.  An officer’s work is not done when the day is over.  At the end of the night approximately one thousand cars had passed through the DUI/drivers license check point.  There were four DUI’s, one medic call to the hospital, guns, dogs, multiple phone calls to family and relatives to come get cars so they would not be towed (they are given thirty minutes to find someone to retrieve their vehicles before a tow truck is called and fees start accumulating). 

As a civilian I climbed into bed and went to sleep while my son was still up in the early morning hours working on his report.  And after I slept in until eleven o’clock the next morning I found my son still working on his report after a short nap.

I have nothing but respect for the Sacramento Police Department and Sacramento MADD volunteers.  Please don’t drink and drive; designate a driver or call a cab.


Before heading home I had the honor of getting a tour of the Sacramento Command Center for 911.  I had the chance to see Nicole working, responding to incoming calls, and was amazed at how fast she can type.  She was calm, professional, and busy on a Friday night, even at two o’clock in the morning.



Wednesday, February 27, 2013

A-Z Bread...

Several months ago I had a  GRADS (Graduation, Reality and Dual-Role Skills programs leading to high school graduation and economic independence) board meeting.  I was responsible for early morning snack so I pulled out my mother’s famous A-Z bread recipe that she has been making for forty plus years (sorry mom).  I am not sure where she found the recipe but it is a family favorite as a breakfast bread, a snack in the afternoon, or an evening dessert.

The recipe is one basic batter that varies depending on what two cups of A-Z that you choose to add.  I decided to make pumpkin with raisins and banana with walnuts but instead of baking them in two loaf pans, I used a Bundt pan.  The breads turned out beautiful and after they cooled, I drizzled them with a thinned down butter cream frosting. 

My daughter Kelly insisted several years ago that I use Glad Press’n Seal plastic wrap instead of various other brands I have used, discarded, tried, changed, etc.  Kelly liked the way Press’n seal actually stayed where you put it instead of coming loose.  So I covered the breads first one direction and then the other. 

I filled up my bags with fruit, juice, plates, napkins, and on the second trip to the car I loaded the breads.  When I arrived at school I realized I was going to have to stack the breads on top of each other to carry everything in at one time.  My arms were full when a couple headed into early bird class kindly closed the back door to my SUV.   The main door to the school has a handicap button so no problem getting in except I couldn’t see the button for the second set of doors.  Okay I can do this!  Just as I opened the door and turned to go in, the top bread began to shift and what seemed like slow motion, but took just a second, was a worst case scenario--the bread flew forward, flipping upside down, and landed with a splat several feet ahead of me.  Trying not to drop the other bread and thinking, okay one of these breads should be enough to feed the board members, I slowly bent down and turned the bread over.  The Press’n seal held the bread to the plastic plate and because it was dense bread you couldn’t even tell I had dropped it.  The bread was sealed and perfect even if the edge of the plate was cracked.  I stacked the breads, slowed my pace and walked the length of the school and down a short corridor to the GRADS classroom.  Brenda and Vicki helped me unload the morning goodies and laughed as I told them what had just happened.  Everyone enjoyed the breads and I shared the recipe with several members later by email.  All is well that ends well, but, really, not breathing and holding my breath for several seconds as a potential disaster played out before me called for an extra stop at Starbucks for coffee after the meeting.

Here is my mom’s recipe.  I hope you enjoy.

A to Z Bread

3 c. flour                                                         
1 tsp. salt                                                        
1 tsp. baking soda                                          
3 tsp. cinnamon                                              
1/2 tsp. baking powder                                  
3 eggs
1 c. oil
2 c. sugar
3 c. A-Z
3 tsp. vanilla
1 c. nuts, chopped (you can eliminate this if you choose)

Sift dry ingredients.  Set aside.  Beat eggs in large bowl.  Add eggs and sugar.  Cream well.  Add A to Z and vanilla.  Add flour mixture.  Mix well.  Add nuts.   Spoon into 2 greased loaf pans.  Bake in preheated oven at 325° for 1 hour.  Makes 2 large loaves or use a Bundt pan twice.

A to Z - use one of the following or a mixture of the following except as indicated to equal 2 c.

apples-peeled & grated
applesauce
apricots-dried & chopped
bananas-mashed, 2 c.
carrots-grated
dates-pitted & chopped
peaches-fresh or canned, chopped
pineapple-crushed, drained, 2 c.
prunes-chopped, 1 c.
pumpkin, canned, 2 c.
raisins
rhubarb-finely chopped
sweet potatoes-cooked & mashed 2 c.
yams-cooked, mashed
zucchini-grated, well drained, 2 c.

Try your own combinations.

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Angels to Watch Over Us - Faith, Hope, Love


Several months ago my daughter Kelly sent me a message telling me about the sister-in-law of one of her friends.  The woman is a single mother with leukemia.  The family was planning a fundraiser to help with the medical costs and Kelly asked me if I might donate a piece of art.

I didn’t hesitate, but I usually give or sell my art right away and don’t really have a stash of readymade items, except my son James would say I have the dogs in a corner…that is another story.
I wasn’t sure what to make, what it should look like, or how it should make you feel.  I found a piece of a pine board which makes a wonderful base because it is lightweight but has so many possibilities, like drilling through it, or hammering things into it.

A coat of gesso front and back, and then I tore anaglyptic paper into random pieces and glued them to the back.  I found some fabric with lots of texture and glued it down then covered over it with more gesso.  Stencils, paint, spackle, glue, more paper, more gesso, and so the process goes.

No matter what color scheme I tried out, the white gesso seemed to pull me back, so I choose several shades of white and painted the whole thing.  I choose a soft grey, a dark graphite, and lamp black to accent the white because almost nothing is ever just black and white.  Then I needed to find the embellishments.  I dug through drawers, bins, and cubbies pulling everything that spoke to me, although where I start on a project is not always where I end up.

I played with laying pieces on the base and arranging them and rearranging them.  The pile of discards was growing and my pile of ideas was dwindling.  I dug into another cabinet and pulled out boxes of art supplies I had not used since I taught art to the girls at GRADS, and bags of bargains so cheap you cannot pass them up at the store and then you forget you have them.

I took a break from the 3D part of the art and began searching my stash of photographs, magazine clippings, advertisements, and so on and so forth.  I found a print of an angel that spoke to me but changed it from color to black and white and printed it on heavy plastic.

When you are sick it is hard to see the positive, and harder still for those around you to see it even though they are telling you everything is going to be okay.  This piece of art needed to be positive, about faith, love and hope.  I used 3D letters to spell these words and mounted them on glass attached to the art piece and added nails and tacks to represent the hardship.

I drilled holes through the wood and used armature wire to hang the art piece, twisting the ends to become part of the art piece.

I had to step back for several days, as I always do, and just look at what I am working on.  If I can look at it and walk away each time, it is done; otherwise I find myself changing, adding, tweaking, until I can walk away day after day.

The piece was finished with five days to spare before it needed to be in the mail to make the auction and fundraiser.  I received a very nice thank you from the brother of this woman when it arrived and after the auction I received a beautiful handwritten thank you from the recipient of the benefit.  This was such a blessing to receive a thank you not from someone going through so much.
The following is a poem written for this piece of art and attached to the back of it.

Angels to watch over us
When we lose our way
When darkness closes in
When black and white turn grey
We search
Trying to accept
What is true
What is right
Wheres the justice
Our faith within
Small as a mustard seed
To believe
Accepting what is genuine
What is true
New beginnings
New hope
Sent from up above
Angels watching over us
They never leave our side




Sunday, February 03, 2013

No resolutions, just a commitment


 
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions and never have.  I do try to think about positive changes and how I can implement them in my life.  I would like to eat healthier so those times when you have fewer choices you don’t feel guilty having something higher in calories or fat. 

We have a beautiful new kitchen and our daily cooking is fairly simple and sometimes does not even require using the cook top or oven.  We always have lean lunch meats, salad makings, fresh fish, chicken, and fruit in the house.  This year I would like to cook more but still stay within the guidelines of healthy good tasting foods.

I have loved quiche ever since my mom first fixed it years ago, a pie crust, eggs, and cheese, what could be better?  Well if you take away the pie crust, lower the fat content in the cheese, and add in vegetables you can still enjoy a family favorite and not feel guilty.

Frittata

Ingredients

1 ½ c. cottage cheese
8 oz. cream cheese
8 oz. Mexican blend shredded cheese
8 oz. pepper Jack cheese
10 egg whites
4 eggs
¼ c. half/half non fat
½ c. green onions, chopped
1 c. kale, finely chopped
½ c. bacon, crispy cooked and finely chopped

In a food processor blend the pepper Jack cheese until finely chopped.  Add the cottage cheese and cream cheese and blend until smooth.  Add the Mexican shredded cheese, the half&half, and again blend until smooth.  Add the egg yolks one at a time, then begin adding the egg whites a little at a time and blend until fluffy.  Add the green onions and kale and turn the food processor on and off several times until blended.

 Pour into a two greased casserole dishes with about a 2” rim.  Bake at 350 for 45 minutes or until set in the middle and lightly browned on top.

 You can use low fat cottage cheese, low fat cream cheese, low fat shredded cheese, and substitute grilled chopped chicken for the bacon.

 Using the food processor instead of beating by hand made this frittata light and fluffy, a texture similar to a soufflĂ©, but without the worry if it rises or falls.

 The real test was if my husband Larry would like this, I just didn’t tell him it contained kale in it until he had finished his second helping and told me how much he liked it.  He liked it enough to ask to have it again even knowing it had kale in it.  A keeper recipe and the best part is you can fix the frittata for dinner, breakfast, or have the leftovers for lunch.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Other Barns in My Life

When I was younger we made at least one trip to Missouri each year to visit my mother and father’s relatives.  We traveled by car usually taking the southern route through Bakersfield, Barstow, Needles California.  We then drove through Kingman and Flagstaff Arizona, Albuquerque New Mexico, Amarillo Texas, Oklahoma City and Tulsa, Oklahoma, and then to either Ozark Missouri to visit my mother’s family or Greenfield Missouri to visit my father’s family.  We always split the trip between the two families who lived on either side of Springfield.

My parents drove straight through from Martinez, California, to Missouri, trading the driving duties while the other slept, but it still was a two and a half day trip each way.  Occasionally when my dad had a lot of work lined up, my mother and I would take the train to Kansas City and then take the milk train to Springfield where someone from the family would pick us up.
I spent as much time as I could at my Aunt Elma’s home because my cousins were close to my age.  My Aunt Juanita’s children were all older, closer in age to my siblings.  There wasn’t much to do when we visited my Aunt Juanita and uncle Paul T’s other than read, play with the toys or games I had brought along from home, or watch very limited television, because there only about three channels that the antenna could receive and most shows were daytime soap operas with a once a week Mickey Mouse Club show.  Of course it would take growing up and looking back at my childhood memories to smile and want to share them with my children.

My dad was always tinkering with trucks or tractors with Paul T. (we didn’t refer to Paul T. as uncle Paul T, just Paul T., and I don’t remember why and it isn’t really important in the whole scheme of things because he was my uncle and that is all that matters), or other guy stuff around the farm and barn.  Sometimes my dad would take a drive to visit friends he had grown up with.  Mom and Aunt Juanita were always busy talking about friends, sewing, or in the kitchen sharing recipes and cooking.  My Aunt Juanita was a wonderful cook and loved trying out new recipes as much as my mom did. 

My escape was to wander around the farm and sometimes Paul T. would let me help him feed the turkeys.  Every year he had a flock of turkeys he raised and sold just before Thanksgiving.  I would go with him to the barn to get feed and then we filled each of the feeders in the pen.  They say wild turkeys can be mean and aggressive but that was never the case with the big white birds.  They were intimidating, though, because they were so big but I always stuck close to Paul T.

Several times when I visited in the winter months I went with Paul T. to the farm he inherited from his parents Molly and Tom White.  My cousin Gary and his wife Carol Drysdale now own this farm and run cattle on it.  We would open the gate and drive into the farm, making sure to close the gate so the cattle would not escape.  We had hay bales in the back of the truck and Paul T would drive down the road and I would push out the flakes of hay to the cattle that followed along when they heard the truck coming.  I don’t remember ever going in the old house but the barn always had hay stored for winter feedings. 

In the fall my aunt and uncle would gather black walnuts from the farm, storing them in the barn until they had enough burlap bags to fill the truck that they would then take into town to sell.  Once I rode into town with Paul T to sell a load of nuts.  Paul T always had a brown bag of peanuts in the shell to snack on.  I don’t remember if they were raw peanuts or roasted not salted, but the first time I ever tried one, I wanted to spit it out.  Peanuts were not common as they are now, and the only ones I had experience with were salted out of the shell.  Paul T. just laughed.  He was not a man of many words--just quiet, steady, and hardworking. 

Paul T worked full time for a company that built stainless steel tanks for the Anheuser Brewing Company and after working that job he came home and worked full time on the farm.  My aunt Juanita cooked, cleaned, took care of the farm during the day, church committees, and whatever else needed to be done on a farm.  They were both hard working, simple country folks, who loved family, friends, and community. 

The farm I knew and visited was originally owned by my aunt Juanita and her first husband Hugh Drysdale.  When he died she married Paul T. White and they lived on this farm and raised her three children Frenita, Shirley, and Gary. 

The farmhouse and the barns hold memories of my childhood.

After my parents retired and took extended trips to visit family in their fifth wheeler each year, they would sometimes return home with a bag of black walnuts.  I can remember sitting on the garage steps cracking walnuts, sometimes with the help of my kids, to make sure that my mom would have enough nuts to make a batch or two of black walnut fudge at Christmas. 

The following is my mother’s easy recipe for Black Walnut Fudge. 

Black Walnut Fudge

1 – 8 oz. pkg. chocolate chips
1 can Eagle Brand milk
1 ½ tsp. vanilla
1 c. black walnuts, chopped
a dash of salt

In a heavy saucepan over low heat, melt the chocolate chips in the milk.  Remove from the heat and stir in the rest of the ingredients. 
 
Spread in a waxed lined 9” pan. 
 
Chill 2-3 hours. 

Turn out on a cutting board, peel off paper, and cut into squares.

The following recipe is from my aunt Juanita White.

 Pineapple Sheet Cake 
 
2 c. sugar
½ c. oil
2 c. flour
2 eggs, beaten
1 tsp. soda
1-20 oz. can crushed pineapple
1 c. coconut

Combine dry ingredients.  Mix well.  Add eggs, pineapple, coconut, and oil.  Beat.  Put in greased 13 x 9 x 2 inch pan.  Bake at 350° 20-25 minutes.  Frost while warm.  I used 14 x 11 x 2 inch pan.

Frosting

1 c. sugar
5 ½ oz. evaporated milk (3/4 c.)
1 stick margarine
1 ½ c. coconut
1 c. nuts, chopped

Combine and bring all ingredients to a boil.  Let boil 2 min.  Pour over warm cake.  You may use 1 1/4 c. brown sugar and toasted coconut with milk and margarine above for frosting.

Frosting for larger Cake
1 ½ c. sugar    
8 oz. evaporated milk
1 ½ sticks margarine  
2 ¼ c. coconut
1 ½ c. nuts
1 c. powdered sugar

barn on White homestead - Paul T White
 
Fernite, Gary, and Shirley Drysdale
Gary Drysdale age 4

MOM AND DAD, PAUL T. AND AUNT JUANITA, AUNT DOT AND UNCLE JACK
 
 
PAUL T AND AUNT JUANITA WHITE
 
Mollie and Tom White homestead now owned by Gary & Carol Drysdale
White - Drysdale farm 2012


Friday, December 21, 2012

Merry Christmas 2012

Larry and I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and may God bless you in the new year.  This Christmas video is just a small glimpse into a wonderful year we experienced and we hope you enjoy.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

A-Z Bread


Tuesday was the GRADS (Graduation, Reality And Dual-Role Skills programs leading to high school graduation and economic independence) board meeting.  I was responsible for early morning snack so I pulled out my mother’s famous A-Z bread recipe that she has been making for forty plus years.  I am not sure where she found the recipe but it is a family favorite as a breakfast bread, a snack in the afternoon, or an evening dessert.

The recipe is one basic batter that varies depending on what two cups of A-Z that you choose to add.  I decided to make pumpkin with raisins and banana with walnuts but instead of baking them in two loaf pans, I used a bundt pan.  The breads turned out beautiful and after they cooled, I drizzled them with a thinned down butter cream frosting. 

My daughter Kelly insisted several years ago that I use Glad Press’n Seal plastic wrap instead of various other brands I have used, discarded, tried, changed, etc.  Kelly liked the way Press’n seal actually stayed where you put it instead of coming loose.  So I covered the breads first one direction and then the other. 

Tuesday morning I filled up my bags with fruit, juice, plates, napkins, and on the second trip to the car I loaded the breads.  When I arrived at school I realized I was going to have to stack the breads on top of each other to carry everything in at one time.  My arms were full when a couple headed into early bird class kindly closed the back door to my SUV.   The main door to the school has a handicap button so no problem getting in except I couldn’t see the button for the second set of doors.  Okay I can do this!  Just as I opened the door and turned to go in, the top bread began to shift and what seemed like slow motion, but took just a second, was a worst case scenario--The bread flew forward, flipping upside down, and landed with a splat several feet ahead of me.  Trying not to drop the other bread and thinking, okay one of these breads should be enough to feed the board members, I slowly bent down and turned the bread over.  The Press’n seal held the bread to the plastic plate and because it was a dense bread you couldn’t even tell I had dropped it.  The bread was sealed and perfect even if the edge of the plate was cracked.  I stacked the breads, slowed my pace and walked the length of the school and down a short corridor to the GRADS classroom.  Brenda and Vicki helped me unload the morning goodies and laughed as I told them what had just happened.  Everyone enjoyed the breads and I shared the recipe with several members later by email.  All is well that ends well, but, really, not breathing and holding my breath for several seconds as a potential disaster played out before me called for an extra stop at Starbucks for coffee after the meeting.

Here is my mom’s recipe.  I hope you enjoy.

A to Z Bread


3 c. flour                                                         
1 tsp. salt                                                        
1 tsp. baking soda                                          
3 tsp. cinnamon                                              
1/2 tsp. baking powder                                  
3 eggs
1 c. oil
2 c. sugar
3 c. A-Z
3 tsp. vanilla
1 c. nuts, chopped (you can eliminate this if you choose)

Sift dry ingredients.  Set aside.  Beat eggs in large bowl.  Add eggs and sugar.  Cream well.  Add A to Z and vanilla.  Add flour mixture.  Mix well.  Add nuts.   Spoon into 2 greased loaf pans.  Bake in preheated oven at 325° for 1 hour.  Makes 2 large loaves or use a Bundt pan twice.

A to Z - use one of the following or a mixture of the following except as indicated to equal 2 c.

apples-grated
apricots-chopped
bananas-mashed, 2 c.
carrots-grated
dates-pitted, chopped
peaches-fresh or canned, chopped
pineapple-crushed, drained, 2 c.
prunes-chopped, 1 c.
pumpkin, canned, 2 c.
raisins
rhubarb-finely chopped
yams-cooked, mashed
zucchini-grated, well drained, 2 c.

try your own
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