My Good Friend Patti

In the early seventies I found myself living in Lexington, Kentucky. The land of magnificent horses and white fences as far as one could see, and beer cheese, yum!! And of course, the very famous Kentucky Derby! The nearest I ever got to the Derby though was helping the many ladies wearing their beautiful hats get ready. I was working in a department store called Dawahare’s , a prestigious store owned by eight brothers. The women would flock there just before heading to the Derby for their last minute purchases to finalize their stunning attire. The Kentucky Derby is held every year on the first Saturday of May. The whole state celebrates this event that is held in Louisville.
This is where I met my friend Patti. She and I were close in age and found we enjoyed the same things. She was the first friend I ever made that wasn’t connected to high school or college. And even though she was just a couple years older than me, I looked up to her tremendously. She was so mature for her age and handled responsibilities I hadn’t even thought of yet. She knew about budgeting and menus and was raising two young children with a husband she adored. She was a perfect homemaker keeping her house so clean I knew I needed to do better and cooking supper for her family every night. She had to time everything just right too so her family could eat and she’d still get to work on time by 5:00. I was always happy when we got the same schedule and we were able to work together. I was still very new at preparing meals so I paid close attention. She made many of the recipes she got from her mother-in-law, Mrs. Adams. Especially desserts!! She has given me permission to share these with you. Also I felt that a Kentucky Derby Chocolate Walnut Pie would be appropriate .



BAKE 350 degrees F.



I know these recipes look very used, well, that’s because they are. Also they are 35 years old and so is our friendship!!

Thank you Patti and Larry Adams !


There once was a boy named Jon,
Whose interests were far out and beyond.
The library he loved as he studied and read,
Many hours spent inside as thoughts filled his head.
With all he had learned, he wanted to plant and grow.
Using his hands, he carefully perfected each row
Planting potatoes, kale, tomatoes and Swiss chard
He loved it so dearly, no gardening was ever too hard
He learned and he worked and his passion grew,
Gardening so much he could make a good stew.
As he mastered his art his interests increased,
Preparing recipe after recipe, perfecting techniques.
Pretty soon it was evident, he could cook anything
From Fajita’s to Thai to delicious French Cuisine.



It is ok to recruit help when making the meatballs from scratch. Here is Deedy Marie Crowley, 20 months, already familiar with cooking duties!




I like my soups and stews to have plenty of juice. So just before I put this stew in the oven I add 1-2 cups of water and the rest of the packages of the dry soup mix and gravy together, mix well and add it to the pot.

Thank you, Brenda Touchstone, for perfecting my poem.

A New Year—–A New Start. 2015

What’s your new plan for the new year? I think most of us plan to eat healthier and exercise more!! Let’s all add more laughter to our lives also. It’s taken most of the month to get rid of all the leftover Christmas food including cookies and cakes and nuts so now it’s time to get started. The treadmill is back in our bedroom for those days when it’s too cold to walk outside! Burr!! And Here are some of the recipes we are going to prepare. Please share some of yours too.



We’re all going to eat lots of salads and here is a good one my sister, Rose Carol Tomlinson, just made. Delicious, as usual!!

Pizza gets a bad wrap!! When you make it yourself and roll it out real thin using corn meal on the bottom so it doesn’t stick and put homemade sauce on top, you know you’re not getting extra calories you don’t want. Here is Alycia Tomlinson Anthony, one of my nieces, making her own. We had a great day together cooking just for fun!!








Once Upon A Time There Were Three Little Girls…


And these little girls all went to the same church in the small town of Circleville, Ohio. Their parents were friends and since the congregation was small all the members were very involved. My Dad and Mom were responsible for the music. Mom played the piano while my Dad played an Hawaiian electric guitar. My Irish friend, Joy McRoberts’ Dad had a beautiful Irish voice that we were privileged to hear often on Sundays. My other friend, Thelma McFarland’s parents were head of the missionary department and really had a heart for it. Her Dad also kept candy in his pocket so after church you can imagine where all the children headed. On Sunday get-togethers the families would fix family favorites and our mothers would always prepare the best, we thought. There wasn’t a fast food chicken or BBQ place to drive through and pick up something so we were the lucky generation who got homemade foods everyday. There would be salads and vegetables and meats galore.  It took a whole table just for the desserts . Those Sunday meals would be enough to last all day!! Our friendships have lasted through time,  with our children being friends and now even our children’s children. So for four generations we have all enjoyed each other and these recipes and now I am sharing some of them with you.


Anna Lee Tracy Brevard


Johnny Marzette Recipe


The finished product



Jean Ennis McRoberts

Meringue done

Filled Meringue


Cora Ellen McFarland

Salmon patties:
1 can pink salmon (Mom always cleaned out the bones and any of the skin)
1 egg
1 cup milk
3 Tbsp sofened butter
start with 2 sleeves of crushed Ritz crackers/add more as needed to form firm patties
Salt and pepper to taste
Everything goes in one large bowl and the best way to mix is with your hands.
Form into patties and fry in preheated skillet with oil.  Brown them to your liking.
(They now have the salmon in the pouches with bones and skin removed)



A “Real” Housewife of West Virginia

My Aunt Myrtle lived in West Virginia, had five children, ran a small farm and still made time for family, friends and church. Of all her ten siblings, she laughed the most. I don’t ever remember her getting upset over things. When her oldest son, Donald, went to Viet Nam people asked her if she was worried but her answer would always be the same,”God can take care of him there as well as He can here !” My, what faith and courage I felt in those words. Donald did come home safely after each tour of duty. Aunt Myrtle’s kitchen was definitely the center of her home. When you look at the picture above you will see the large coffee pot sitting on her black wood-burning stove. It was always ready for a pick me up cup any time of day. You could see her garden in the spring and summer outside the kitchen window. But my favorite part of her kitchen was the pantry. This is where she kept her freshly baked breads, cakes or cookies and canned goods. It was a place for secrets to be told and secrets to be kept! Uncle Craig and his three sons went hunting a lot so there was also canned meats. There was always room for one more at her kitchen table and I sat there many times eating her wonderful homemade foods. The back porch was just off the kitchen. The men kept their hunting boots and coats out there. And the guns would be standing in the corner. Unloaded, I’m sure!! The cats would come to the back yard to be feed. And since cats are very necessary for a farmhouse to keep the mice under control, they were treated very well. They could drink all the milk they wanted since the milk came straight from their own cows. When you came in the front door you were greeted with deer heads hanging on the living room walls. The men were very proud of their hunting prizes and I had grown up seeing them but to see the looks on my children and their cousins’ faces when they first saw them was priceless. But before long the heads would be adorned with jewelry and hats and each given a name to be more apart of the family. When evening came it was a treat to get to crawl up onto her high bed covered with handmade quilts. It took quite some strength in the winter to lift those blankets to turn over, so once you got settled you stayed put till morning. But, oh what a good nights sleep you’d have especially when you left the window slightly open and hear the sounds of nature off in the distance and smell the good mountain air. No matter what time of the morning you awoke the smell of coffee was coming from that happy kitchen. I often wondered if Aunt Myrtle ever slept! The kitchen would always have the smell of the season.

In the early spring we would smell rhubarb cooking. The leaves are poison so you throw them away and cut the stalks. This is a sign that winter is over and warmer weather is just around the counter. I never knew anyone who cooked rhubarb so it was a nice treat. It can be real tart so like the Mary Poppins song goes “a spoon full of sugar” is always a good idea to have on hand.

In the summer Aunt Myrtle and anyone lucky enough to get to go with her would gather fresh vegetables from her garden, already organic . Red radishes and little lettuce leaves are especially important for this wilted lettuce salad. She would use some of the left over bacon grease from breakfast to make the dressing. So good! So fresh!!


Then comes fall with all the squash, pumpkins and tons of apples. This is probably the best the kitchen ever smells. The families all get together and peel, cut and cook. The apples are what the do the most with. Apple pies, cakes. applesauce and apple butter have ever been better. It takes a very strong woman to do all these things, but like Reese Witherspoon said of her ancestors, I don’t know of any weak women either!!


We didn’t get to travel to West Virginia in the winter as much because of the snow and bad weather. But when we did it was much more relaxing. There wasn’t as much work outside to do so Aunt Myrtle would bake chickens or make a pot roast using the potatoes and onions kept in her cellar under the front porch. We would sit around the pot belly stove and our family would sing and visit together. It was nice. Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Craig had a beautiful oak player piano that we would get to play, some sounded better than others I’m afraid. Enjoy these recipes and remember to keep in touch with your relatives. Memories are made everyday even if you’re not noticing!

in Arbovale, West Virginia