Stories from the Stringam Family Ranches of Southern Alberta

From the 50s and 60s to today . . .



Thursday, February 6, 2014

Edible Snakes

It'll get you!
I like snakes.
And it's because of my Mom's cooking.
Hmmm. Maybe I'd better explain . . .
I loved to watch my Mom when she was in the kitchen.
I would sit on the cupboard, more or less out of the way.
And follow her movements closely.
She peeled potatoes so fast that I thought every potato had two skins.
I had watched.
Two skins.
Because there was always a skin where she had just peeled.
At other times, she could take her large ceramic bowl and dump in this and that and come out with something delicious.
Every time.
I once told her she was a 'dump cook'.
"I'm a good cook!" she protested.
I tried to explain that that was what I meant, but I don't know if I got through.
But I digress . . .
Sometimes, she would start her trusty Sunbeam mixer.
A sure Diane magnet.
Within seconds, I was standing beside her.
"Mom! Can I have a taste?"
"Honey, it's just butter and sugar."
"But it looks so good!"
"Well, if you want . . ."
Did you know that butter and sugar can actually taste really good?
Well, if dispensed by Mom on a large cake spoon.
But the best of all was when Mom would bake buns.
Or rolls, for anyone who doesn't feel comfortable calling them 'buns'.
She would dump in (see above) bits of this and that and make a large, sticky mass.
Then she would start punching with her hands, adding little bits of flour.
I should point out, here, that if you see a great tub of something powdery and white in Mom's kitchen, icing sugar tastes infinitely better on the end of a wet finger than flour.
Just saying . . .
She would punch and punch until she had her dough to just the right consistency.
And yes, I did know what consistency meant.
For a four-year-old, I was a brainiac.
Mom would pinch off a portion of the larger mass and work it into a long roll, ready to cut into smaller pieces.
Then would come the exciting part.
She would chase me around the kitchen, wiggling this long roll of dough, and saying, "Sssssss!"
That was my cue to run around and shriek loudly.
I was good at it.
The dough snake was going to get me!
The dough snake was going to get me!
Finally, when Mom had had enough, she would set the 'snake' back on the counter and proceed to chop it into bits.
One of which she gave to me.
Snake really tastes delicious.
Remember the part when I said 'brainiac'?
I lied.

14 comments:

  1. Oh, I love how you write, Diane :)

    The explanation about "dump cook" reminded me of a comment I made while young - it was taken wrong because I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence and I have felt badly about it ever since! (After a cousin's wedding, she gave my grandma a rose from her bouquet, and I remarked later - in front of my parents and said grandma - that I wouldn't give a single rose to Grammy ... I was going to say I would give her the whole bouquet ... but, my mom, being very quick on the ball, shushed me and wouldn't let me explain ... and really, it was kind of an unintended criticism of my poor cousin ... so what I learned there was just to keep my mouth shut most of the time :))

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, those times when it really wasn't our fault, but we feel soooo guilty!

      Delete
  2. Your mom cooked like my gran...a bit of this and that held together with something else...it always turned out great.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I swear, your blog posts stop me in the weirdest places! Today it was at "butter and sugar." All I could think about was "..and CINNAMON! butter, sugar and CINNAMON!" OMG. Like crack cocaine. Ok, back to reading.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, I SO agree! But then I could go back for another taste. And then another after the other spices were added. And then . . . you get the picture . . .

      Delete
  4. Your post took me back to when my chin just barely cleared the kitchen counter. Sugar, butter, and vanilla--I don't know how any cookies ever made it into the oven.. And fresh dinner rolls...You nailed this experience!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oooh! I should have waited for her to add the vanilla. Muffed it!

      Delete
  5. Ha Ha, I can just see you screaming around the kitchen being followed by your mum and the snake! My older daughter is a "dump" cook too, the most marvellous creations come out of her kitchen and she has taught her daughter.....as children we were allowed a sugar sandwich sometimes if we'd been particularly good, butter and sugar....yum!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Mmmm. Sugar sandwich. How did we miss this?!

      Delete
  6. You lied??? Oh, shame lol! I love how some people can cook like that..a cup of this, a spoonful of that, whisk, beat or pummel and into the oven after which something yummy happens. It's a real gift.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It definitely IS a gift. I can't do. But I can appreciate!!! Yumm!

      Delete
  7. HAHAHA this is great, Diane! You know, when I was little, I actually took little pats of butter, rolled them in sugar and ate them….which probably explains why I've had a weight issue all my life!

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for visiting! Drop by again!

All of My Friends

Daughter of Ishmael

Daughter of Ishmael
Now available at Amazon.com and .ca and Chapters.ca and other fine bookstores.

Follow by Email

Hugs, Delivered.

Compass Book Ratings

Compass Book Ratings

Ghost of the Overlook

Ghost of the Overlook
Need a fright?

Google+ Followers

Networked Blogs

My Granddaughter is Carrying on the Legacy!

My Granddaughter is Carrying on the Legacy!
New Tween Novel!

Gnome for Christmas

Gnome for Christmas
The newest in my Christmas Series

SnowMan

SnowMan
A heart warming story of love and sacrifice.

Translate

My novel, Carving Angels

My novel, Carving Angels
Read it! You know you want to!

My Second Novel: Kris Kringle's Magic

My Second Novel: Kris Kringle's Magic
What could be better than a second Christmas story?!

About the Mom

My photo

Diane was born and raised on one of the last of the great old Southern Alberta ranches. A way of life that is fast disappearing now. Through her memories and stories, she keeps it alive. And even, at times, accurate . . .

Join me on Maven

Connect with me on Maven

Essence

Essence
A scientist and his son struggle to keep their earth-shattering discovery out of the wrong hands.

Essence: A Second Dose

Essence: A Second Dose
Captured and imprisoned, a scientist and his son use their amazing discovery to foil evil plans.

Looking for a Great Read?

E-Books by Diane Stringam Tolley
Available from Smashwords.com

The Babysitter

The Babysitter
A baby-kidnapping ring has its eye on J'Aime and her tiny niece.

Melissa

Melissa
Haunted by her past, Melissa must carve a future. Without Cain.

Devon

Devon
Following tragedy, Devon retreats to the solitude of the prairie. Until a girl is dropped in his lap.

Pearl, Why You Little...

Pearl, Why You Little...
Everyone should spend a little time with Pearl!

The Marketing Mentress

The Marketing Mentress
Building solid relationships with podcast and LinkedIn marketing

Coffee Row

Coffee Row
My Big Brother's Stories

Better Blogger Network

Semper Fidelis

Semper Fidelis
I've been given an award!!!

The Liebster Award

The Liebster Award
My good friend and Amazing Blogger, Marcia of Menopausal Mother awarded me . . .

Irresistibly Sweet Award

Irresistibly Sweet Award
Delores, my good friend from The Feathered Nest, has nominated me!

Sunshine Award!!!

Sunshine Award!!!
My good friend Red from Oz has nominated me!!!

My very own Humorous Blogger Award From Delores at The Feathered Nest!

Be Courageous!


Grab and Add!

Search This Blog

Ghost of the Overlook

Ghost of the Overlook
Need a fright?