Monday Morning Grandma: Pizza

A dinner/snack idea today: I used to make these for dinner when our children were home. Buy the refrigerated biscuit dough (I waited for a coupon). After popping the container open, spread thinly on a baking sheet. Add spaghetti sauce, whatever toppings you want and add cheese. Children especially like these mini-pizzas.

Another thing I used to do was to make a double, triple, or even quadruple batch of pizza crust. Bake them in individual sized portions until they barely start to brown. Everyone made their own pizza for dinner, and I froze the rest. With sports and jobs, not all teenagers could sit down with the family for dinner. They would pull one out, top it and bake it for a quick meal later on. 

Monday Morning Grandma: Thoughts from My Mother

I ran across a few sayings Mom tucked away in the dresser I inherited. She wrote each on a card about the size of a business card, and thought I’d post them for you today. I don’t know where she got them, or why they are on the cards:

I love life and life loves me. I am happy as I can be.

Let all turmoil and anger cease. And make my home a home of peace

Increase your ability to think well of yourself. Only then can you help your neighbor.

If you make demands let them be made of yourself.

Get rid of the posessions (sic) that are posessing (sic) you.

Now let me arise and all shine. For each day is good for me and mine.

God has given me a work to do and all I need to see it through.

Monday Morning Grandma: Movie The Help

My husband and I were at Target looking at movies. A man suggested The Help. We hadn’t ever heard of it. When we read the back, it sounded like one we would both want to watch (he likes adventure, and I like chic flicks). It was an amazing, thought provoking movie. It starts out slow, and you wonder where it’s going, but the characters are well done, and it draws you in. It gave this southern California girl insights into the way it was in the south in the 1960’s. You see both the sides: the ladies of white society, and their African American domestic help.

Being in California I never could understand different schools, sitting in the back of the bus, different drinking fountains, different counters in cafeterias and such. Even our military was segregated. I thought it was all stupid. I don’t want to give anything away, but I still can’t comprehend how any human being could have charitable societies to “help the poor starving people of Africa” and in the same breath treat their kindred in this country as sub-human. 

Monday Morning Grandma--What is this for?

I couldn’t do what I had planned this week (demonstrate how to fix a pattern so you can use the sleeve of one pattern on a different, even a sleeveless different pattern). So I had to come up with something else.

Our daughter came home from her Young Single Adult Family Home Evening with this. She explained how they made it. They wrapped clear tape around the man with the sticky side up, then again with the sticky side down. They cut him out of it then taped it back together. They are going to use it soon. I have no idea how. Let your imagination go to work.