2 Tbsp. margarine 1 egg
1 (8 oz.) carton sour cream 3 to 3 1/2 c. all-purpose flour, divided
3 Tbsp. sugar 1/4 c.
2 lbs. Stew meat 1 tsp. sugar
4 c. boiling water 1 onion, sliced
1 Tbsp. lemon juice 6 medium potatoes
1 (20 oz.) can pineapple tidbits or chunks
3/4 c. sugar
3 Tbsp. flour
3 Tbsp. pineapple juice
1 c. grated cheddar cheese
Drain pineapple (save 3 tablespoons juice). Mix sugar, flour and juice; add pineapple and cheese. Pour into a baking dish.
1 1/2 c. crushed Ritz crackers 1/2 stick melted butter
Mix together and put on top of pineapple. Heat in a 350 degree oven for about 20 to 25 minutes.
Over the years I have had a desire to live on a farm and go back to a simple way of living. I have always admired the life that my grandparents, Clyde and Marie Walters, lived. They were very simple people, living simple lives on a farm. Over the years they raised chickens, had cows, several horses and seemed to always have a liter of puppies.
I have witnessed my grandmother catch a chicken, wring it's neck and fry it up for lunch.
2 qt. apple juice 1/2 c. sugar
2 1/4 c. pineapple juice 1 (3-inch) stick of cinnamon
2 c. orange juice 1 tsp. whole cloves
1 c. lemon juice
Combine all ingredients in a Dutch oven; bring to a boil; Cover, reduce heat and
simmer for 30 minutes.
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3 oz. cream cheese
1 stick butter
1 c. plain flour
1 c. light brown sugar
1 Tbsp. butter, melted
1 tsp. vanilla
3/4 c. chopped pecans
First mix crust, having cream cheese and butter at room temperature. After mixing, chill for 2 hours. With hands, make into balls about 1 inch in size and press into miniature muffin pans.
Mix filling ingredients together and use about 1 tablespoon in each muffin. Bake at 350 degrees oven for 25 minutes.
1 pkg. frozen hash browns 1 jar bacon pieces
1 med. onion, chopped 1 can cheddar cheese soup
2 Tbsp. margarine 1 can cream of chicken soup
2 c. half & half 1 to 2 c.
Ricky Tanksley wrote this song about my granddaddy, Clyde Walters, on January 5, 1998. He sang it at my granddaddy's funeral the next day.
I married into his family.
He welcomed me with open arms.
It didn't take long 'til we were friends
and that meant so much to me.
The times we fished,
the tales you told,
I never saw you growing old.
As the years went by,
Sometimes I'd see you cry.
You knew this day was coming soon.
On this day, I lost my friend,
It is exciting to see how many people from all over the world see our website and blog. Today I want to talk about the South and Southern Hospitality.
True Southern traditions are passed down from generation to generation.
Manners matter in the South. Having good manners is ingrained in us from a very young age. If you are from the south and don’t have good manners, your upbringing will definitely be questioned.
“Please” and “thank you” are a part of our vocabulary.