Vintage Raisin Cake

When I was a young girl, our family vacationed at the home of one of my aunts. She was a lovely, kind, farm-y sort of soul and I watched everything she did. Mostly because I was certain that someday I needed to be the same, exact type person and I wanted to learn from the best.

One evening, after supper, she brought out the most luscious, Cinnamon Raisin Cake that I’d ever tasted. The really amazing thing was that I didn’t want to taste it in the first place because I am not a fan of raisins. AT all. Quite certain I told her so…politely.

Pretty sure my aunt told me something like, “Too bad. Have some anyway. You’ll love it.”

Oh, my goodness. Was she ever right.

She’s been gone for quite a while now. But today, for a few scrumptious moments…

we had her back…

and it was lovely.

 

 

Vintage Raisin Cake
 
Ingredients
  • 1 cup raisins
  • 2 cups water
  • 1 cup sugar
  • ½ cup butter
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tsp allspice
  • ½ tsp cloves
  • 1 t vanilla
Instructions
  1. Cook raisins in water till about 1 cup of water is left.
  2. Whirl raisins and water in the blender for about 5 seconds.
  3. Cream sugar, butter and eggs.
  4. Add raisins and liquid.
  5. Blend in flour, salt, soda, vanilla and spices.
  6. Spread batter in 11 x 17 cookie sheet as though baking a cake.
  7. Bake at 350 degrees for about 15-18 minutes.
  8. While still hot, spread with thin layer of powdered sugar icing or sprinkle with brown sugar--if desired.
  9. Cool and cut into bars.

 

Valentine Love~

Oooh-oooooh! My sweet daughter Jillian and her family sent over these luscious thingies for our Valentine breakfast  ummm… treat.

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This daughter must have been raised reeeeally well. Yummo.


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Somehow, I found the Valentine tub in all that stacks of boxes out in the shed…

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which means that the grandkids can see the ancient decorations…

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that their moms grew up with.

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I admit that some of these should probably be tossed. I mean, a water globe half filled, or one without a single drop left in it? Oh, too bad. I’m keeping them. They are still awesome.

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And I have just a few little surprises for the little little sweeties too…

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just a few. Heh, heh.

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For me?

What good kids I have!

 

My First Christmas Eve~

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As I pulled out of the driveway from my daughter’s house, close to midnight on Christmas Eve–to spend the very first night at my very own little house, of course I was excited. Then, I looked back up at the big picture window and I could see them, Lyndi and her husband moving around in the front room to get everything ready for Santa Claus’ visit. I got the strangest clutch in my chest. My first thought was, “What am I doing?! Family and love and Christmas and happiness is happening right there, right now and I’m driving away from it–to be almost alone!”

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I’ve lived with my daughter and her family since before her children were born. Since both boys went on their missions. Since before Jillian got married. Since before Dane got married. Eight maybe nine Christmas’–I don’t know, I’ve lost count. It’s all we’ve known for a long, long time. Everything just the way that it was.

I kept driving out into the night with all the funny, scared, lonesome thoughts going through my head. By the time I was half way to my house it was snowing hard. After sliding a bit on a slow turn, I pulled over into a gas station parking lot…and started to cry. I was quite prepared to sit there for however long it took, to calm down and get a hold of myself.

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Then my phone rang. It was one of my other daughters calling to wish me a Merry Christmas Eve and to just see if I was ok. I think some little angel must have nudged her to call at that very moment. She told me that she was proud of me and that some things would be hard and different, but that they would also be good and wonderful. She told me that my family was still the same and close by and mine. She said that the scary things that were changing would be great.  Most importantly, she said, “Mom, everything is going to be all right.”

Insert big, heavy *sigh* right here.

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Funny how those last few words have such an incredible ability to actually make everything all right.

I drove the rest of the way home singing, “Chestnuts roasting…” with Nat King Cole, and it was warm and soft and lovely.

New. Different. A little scary.

But all good.

Here we go.

Merry Christmas my friends.

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doTERRA Christmas Party

Normally, I wouldn’t be going to the great, huge doTERRA Employee Christmas Party, but because my cute son works there, AND he isn’t embarrassed to hang out with his mom–I got to go!!

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The food was incredible, and sincerely, I could have gotten about a boat load of the Spinach Artichoke Dip–hiding under the chips. It was wonderful and I swear, I’m going to learn how to make that stuff. Yummo.

The entertainment was a fabulous guy group called GenTri. Yeah, look them up. All the pictures I took of them were blurry because…well because I take lame pictures sometimes when I’m eating Spinach Artichoke Dip. Fact.

The owners gave away presents for about an hour and then they said, “Your dessert is under your seats.” White chocolate popcorn, a gourmet chocolate toffee cookie, and a lemon bar. Dang. Dang. Dang.

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It’s been a lonnnnng time since I’ve been to a company Christmas party. It was perfect. And when we came back out to the car about 6 inches of snow had fallen. Magical.

Thanks for bringing me Rhenny boy.

I love you.

mom

White Washing the Family Room

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Ahhh…bless you Pinterest, for sparking my imagination, when sincerely–I was happy with the brown paneling.

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Ok, well, happy isn’t completely, one hundred percent honest.

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I don’t mind admitting that I am just so thrilled to be in the place where I have some kind of house–at all–that it doesn’t really matter to me if it isn’t entirely perfect. I’m grateful and happy to make do.

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But after spending a bit of time seeing the “Dark Paneling Makeovers” that are on the internet everywhere these days, I will admit–a few coats of white paint wins. Hands down.

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It has taken a bit of doing though. Primer, more primer, and then several coats of paint. It will indeed be perfect when we’re finished.

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And going from this…

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to this–as unfinished as it is…

is a huge improvement. Wouldn’t you say?

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I’m deeply grateful to my kind and generous worker bees who seem to have so much happy energy.

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Thank you. Thank you.

It’s going to be awesome!

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