My Sister's Christmas Rum Cake
Every year around this time, my sister makes an attempt to create what she says is her masterpiece of culinary delight (in fact, she usually makes two or three attempts) but alas, I have yet to sample even a tiny morsel of it. Here is the recipe she uses:
1 or 2 quarts rum
baking powder
1 c. butter
1 tsp. soda
1 tsp. sugar
lemon juice
2 large eggs
brown sugar
1 c. dried fruit
nuts
Before you start, sample the rum to check for quality. Good, isn't it? Now go ahead. Select a large mixing bowl, measuring cup, etc.
Check the rum again. It must be just right. To be sure rum is of the highest quality, pour one level cup of rum into a glass and drink it as fast as you can. Repeat. With an electric mixer, beat 1 cup butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 seaspoon of thugar and beat again.
Meanwhile, make sure that the rum is of the finest quality-- try another cup. Open second quart, if necessary. Add 2 arge leggs, 2 ups fried druit and beat till high. If druit gets stuck in beaters, just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the rum again, checking for tonscisticity. Next sift 3 pups of pepper or salt (it really doesn't matter which). Sample the rum again. Sift 1/2 pint lemon juice. Fold in chopped butter and strained nuts. Add one babblespoon of brown thugar, or whatever color you can find. Wix mell. Grease oven and turn cake pan to 350 gredees. Now pour whole mess into the coven and ake. Check the rum again, and bo to bed.
Now you know why.....
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I met a new friend on 360. After reading and posting to her blog, she & her friends made me feel right at home. One of the things I remember the most about growing up was my grandfather's sense of humor. He would pick on me, tell a joke...something, everyday. One day he barely said anything to me. All day long I kept waiting for something from him, but nothing. So finally before bed, I asked him..."Are you mad at me, Did I do something wrong?...he looked at me expressionless and said "No, why do you ask?". I said "Because you didn't pick on me today." He smiled and said "Ahh, but I did". I looked puzzled, then I got it and started laughing (by ignoring me he was picking on me).
He always told me that laughter was the best medicine for whatever ailed you and you have to laugh at yourself before the world will laugh with you. Words I have never forgotten.
I hope that this piece of humor will bring a smile to your face...enjoy.
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omg thugar girl? You are tho thilly lol.
*I'm like staring at the screen smiling here.*
This reminds me of the game my mother use to play with me as a kid. when she would take the cushions off the couch, to open up the bed for the night (it was a budget couch/bed deal.) As she took the cushions off the couch she would spin around slowly and hit me in the head with one of the cushions pretending not to have seen me in the way. I would exaggerate my fall (as kids do) and she would put this surprised look on her face AS IF she didn't see me. I of course stayed exactly where I was (in her way) and she would proceeded to hit me with every cushion until the bed was ready for bedtime..
Good memories. <3
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