teresafloyd: (Default)
Oatmeal Chip Cookies
Ingredients
1 cup margarine, softened
1 1/2 cup lightly packed brown sugar
1 cup white sugar
2 eggs
2 teaspoon vanilla
3 cups whole wheat flour
2 cups rolled oats
4 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cup chocolate chips
1 1/2 cup chopped nuts (optional, but good for extra deliciousness)
Directions
Beat margarine well. Beat in sugar until fluffy. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Stir baking soda and salt into flour then stir into liquid mixture. Gently fold in oatmeal, chocolate chips, and nuts (if using). Bake at 350F until just barely cooked. Undercook slightly for a chewy cookie.
teresafloyd: (Default)
"One Hundred" Good Cookies from Let's Break Bread Together
(About 50 one ounce cookies)
Ingredients:
1 cup margarine, softened
1 cup white sugar
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
1 egg
1 cup crisp cereal like rice krispies, or 1 cup chopped walnuts
1 cup rolled oats
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cream of tartar
3 cups whole wheat flour.
Drop onto ungreased baking sheet and bake at 350F for about 12 minutes. Cool a couple of minutes before removing to rack to cool.

These are quite sweet and a bit high in fat, but they came out very light and crisp-chewy. I think they'll be awesome frozen one or two to a bag for lunches.
teresafloyd: (Default)
Modified from "Let's Break Bread Together"

Molasses Ginger Muffins
Sift together:
2c whole wheat flour
2c white flour
2 t salt
2 t soda
3 t ginger
1 t cloves (or part allspice)
Make a well in centre.
Place in a measuring cup:
2 T vegetable oil
Fill to 2 c with:
hot water
Fill to 4 c with:
Molasses
Add liquids to dry ingredients. Bake at 375 F for 15 to 20 minutes.
Makes 24.
teresafloyd: (anchor)
Originally a reply to Elf M. Sternberg. writing about poverty.

I was raised by poor parents, and poverty extended into adulthood for me. If I wanted to spend time with a parent, I had to help them with the work they were doing simply because there was no other time in their days.

I don't remember more than a dozen times that my brother and I played a board game with an adult. My father never played anything with us - he would come home from work, eat, sleep, and get up and do it again. My mother was a stay at home parent, but filled her days with growing, gathering, and preserving food; making and repairing clothes; housework; and a half hour per day of watching one soap opera.

On the bright side, Mom did talk to us as she worked, and my parents did provide us with good, open-ended toys, and lots of books. When we were very little, Mom would stop to read to us, but by the age of 5 I took over reading to my brother.

Today, what I see of poverty is even worse. Now, unless they live only on income assistance, all available parents are working full time - possibly at more than one job. Many need to spend a lot of time traveling to their work extending their days even more.

They simply don't have the kind of time and energy that it takes to actively play with and educate a child and they know it! I know that their children are lacking stimulation, but I think that the parents need to have levels of stress reduced before they'll have anything else to give.

Besides, being a poor adult really does suck.
teresafloyd: (anchor)
(I posted this as a comment in Hillbillie's journal, but really it belongs here in mine.)
That's what my best friend told me to explain my mother.
I have many gifts from her:
All that weeding and picking taught me to garden, now that I don't need to ask for her permission for every move.
Making dinner every night from the age of eleven taught me about cooking everyday things with flair-now that I'm allowed to use ingredients I like.
Being responsible for cleaning the house from the age of 12 gave me the tools I need for my current job, not to mention the cleaning that is part of life.
Raising my brother equipped me to raise my sons.
Being hit taught me to hide things and live in fear, and that nobody really loves bullies.
Wanting love I never got taught me that I don't want to be a bully.
At the end of her life, my friends taught me that it's okay to feel a weird kind of joy when you get to give the order to disconnect life support.

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