Tomorrow is Thanksgiving; we'll be at the In-Law's. She is particular about her kitchen so I'll bring some of my homemade applesauce and my man is bringing a Harvest Pie from Coco's. That should be plenty as there is only 6 of us and I'm sure his mother will be cooking plenty in her kitchen.
I'm thankful for a warm bed, my health, the ability to work in the day and go to school at night and still get good grades, and the ability to save money. I'm thankful for my man and his love, and the Lord and his love.
What are you thankful for?
Happy Thanksgiving!!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Finished!
I finally finished the front strip by the street today! It took another 3 bags of manure and 3 bags of shredded redwood, and a little bit of time to hoe out the grass and weeds that were starting to grow - I just skimmed the hoe over the seedlings to kill them down and dislodge them from the ground. They'll decompose under the compost and feed the worms.
Women's Work Day - there are 3 women in my group. Each month, we trade our slave labor to one of the other women. We all go to her house and pull off whatever project it is that needs to be done. This may be painting, building, sanding, gardening, moving, weeding, pruning - pretty much anything goes. At my house, we've built lawn chairs, weeded, pruned, cleaned out the summer garden in the fall, planted summer gardens in the spring, and moved a lot of heavy lava rocks out of that front strip that is now full of manure and shredded redwood.
Yesterday I went to Janet's for Women's Work Day and we completed her front courtyard. She'd had her landscapers come in and move all of her plants to the left so they could tile the right. Then they moved all the plants to the right so they could tile the left. Now that the tile is completed and sealed, and the landscapers gone, it was time to move the plants all back and organize them in a visually pleasing fashion. Printing before pictures of the courtyard, so we can refer to where everything was, we had to clean out the many weeks of leaves and debris that had collected in the pots. Then we had to dolly the heavy pieces, move them, place them, and put ceramic pot feets under them. A few times we made progress and then decided some pots needed to be exchanged for other so transplanting was in order. By the end of the day, all of the pots were cleaned of leaves, all of the big pots were moved and situated in their old permanent homes, and there were only 10-15 small pots still in the middle of the courtyard that needed placement at later date. It was a big relief for Janet to have her courtyard back to it's old organized self, and we got treated to a fabulous homemade lunch of smoked salmon, salad and a special mushroom dish. I'm blessed to have these friends that I enjoy spending time with, exchanging work with, and improving our homes and lives.
Women's Work Day - there are 3 women in my group. Each month, we trade our slave labor to one of the other women. We all go to her house and pull off whatever project it is that needs to be done. This may be painting, building, sanding, gardening, moving, weeding, pruning - pretty much anything goes. At my house, we've built lawn chairs, weeded, pruned, cleaned out the summer garden in the fall, planted summer gardens in the spring, and moved a lot of heavy lava rocks out of that front strip that is now full of manure and shredded redwood.
Yesterday I went to Janet's for Women's Work Day and we completed her front courtyard. She'd had her landscapers come in and move all of her plants to the left so they could tile the right. Then they moved all the plants to the right so they could tile the left. Now that the tile is completed and sealed, and the landscapers gone, it was time to move the plants all back and organize them in a visually pleasing fashion. Printing before pictures of the courtyard, so we can refer to where everything was, we had to clean out the many weeks of leaves and debris that had collected in the pots. Then we had to dolly the heavy pieces, move them, place them, and put ceramic pot feets under them. A few times we made progress and then decided some pots needed to be exchanged for other so transplanting was in order. By the end of the day, all of the pots were cleaned of leaves, all of the big pots were moved and situated in their old permanent homes, and there were only 10-15 small pots still in the middle of the courtyard that needed placement at later date. It was a big relief for Janet to have her courtyard back to it's old organized self, and we got treated to a fabulous homemade lunch of smoked salmon, salad and a special mushroom dish. I'm blessed to have these friends that I enjoy spending time with, exchanging work with, and improving our homes and lives.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Pow-wow in the Fall
November is National Native American Heritage Month and as part of our diversity awareness at work, we arranged for a mini-pow-wow during lunchtime. We had drummers and singers (a group of 4) and three dancers that each had their own style. It was a pleasure to see them engaged in keeping their heritage alive.It made me wonder what, if anything, do I do to keep my own heritage alive.
The woman in the blue dress is wearing a "Jingle Dress" and the purpose of the Jingle dance is for healing.
The woman in the buckskin dress said it took 5 years to put her regalia together. She carries a feather fan, porcupine quill designed beadwork in the front and on the back of her belt, which you cannot see, she carries 3 pouches - one pouch carries medicine, another carries tobacco, and she confessed that the third pouch carries a small sewing kit for emergencies. She also carried a knife whose blade was buffalo bone and painted red. It was gifted to her by a mentor and she considered it a treasured piece.
The man is carrying a healing stick in one hand and a tobacco pouch. He had alot of beadwork including a long piece that went down his back.
The drummers/singers were a powerful group. Their drumsticks were leather straps wrapped around the end of a stick and they each used 1 quadrant of the same drum. The singing was equally shared as was much of the drumming, however the leader handled the more powerful and stirring beats.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunflowers
Recently my coworker was ill, so we sent her flowers. Her favorite flowers are sunflowers and thankfully, that is just the type I happened to pick out, not knowing that they were her favorites. On her return to the office, she commented that the red sunflowers were dyed, of course, to which I replied, "not the ones that grew in my backyard!"
If you haven't explored the different colors of sunflowers, click here to see some of my favorites, which range from a buttery yellow to rich burgundy.
If you haven't explored the different colors of sunflowers, click here to see some of my favorites, which range from a buttery yellow to rich burgundy.
This red sunflower is one of the deep colors that is a personal favorite, and happened to grow in my backyard in the 2007 garden.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Most all my life I've lived in this area and heard my elders say many times, "this area is hard as a rock - it's nothing but clay and it takes a pickax to get through the dirt." And that's what I have always believed... until I heard rumors that this area used to have the most fertile ground seen in it's day, and was huge on agriculture. Walnuts, almonds, citrus, prunes, vineyards and cherries grew abundant. It wasn't til World War II that our product shifted from agriculture to industrial, but what happened to our soil?
As I continue to work the postage stamp sized plot where I'm currently living (renting), I compost what I have and with what I don't have, I have purchased at the local hardware store. Between the many bags of manure and shredded compost I've brought in, the texture and life of my soil has dramatically changed in just two years. I find it teeming with worms and crawlie critters and soft enough to sink into. I imagine if you try to replenish the earth with chemicals, as my elders have done, the clay soil remains clay soil. But replenish it with the right stuff, as nature would do it, it becomes alive once again.
As I continue to work the postage stamp sized plot where I'm currently living (renting), I compost what I have and with what I don't have, I have purchased at the local hardware store. Between the many bags of manure and shredded compost I've brought in, the texture and life of my soil has dramatically changed in just two years. I find it teeming with worms and crawlie critters and soft enough to sink into. I imagine if you try to replenish the earth with chemicals, as my elders have done, the clay soil remains clay soil. But replenish it with the right stuff, as nature would do it, it becomes alive once again.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Winnie-the-Pooh says it's a very blustery day today. My BF got up early, walked around the house, came back to the bedroom and poked his fingers between the blinds. Squinting through very sleepy, very tired eyes I asked, "what!?"
"There's a lot of wind out there," he says. And there was indeed. Two hours later, on my way to work, the wind showed her face. She was in the dried leaves that flew around in mini-twisters, like crazy drunk fairies flying about. She was in the trash from the side of the freeway that made it's way into lanes of traffic - old Starbucks coffee cups, a broken down cardboard box. I felt like the scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy looks out of the house from the tornado and sees everything flying about. Just as I passed the 18-wheeler, another piece of trash blew around it and followed the path of wind as it grazed the top of my hood and before it hit my windshield, flew up and over the top of my car - just as I yelled, "hey!"
It is undeniably a blustery day, Pooh.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Here comes da rain
Late Friday saw rain. My coworkers saw gray skies, wet windows and they frowned in disappointment. Covered in rain slickers and hiding under umbrellas, they move quickly from their offices to their cars in the parking lot, only to shiver and shake in attempts to wiggle off what little rain that has caught them.
Meanwhile, I saw gray skies, wet windows and I giggle in anticipation. I opened my window and take a deep breath of that scent of clean outside. I leave my warm, dry house and go out to the yard, arms open, face up to the sky, barefeet wet in the grass and I welcome the rain completely. I only wish there was enough to create a puddle worthy of jumping in.
Come Monday morning, I stop at the store on my way to work and the cashier asks, "Did you have a nice weekend, in spite of the rain?" to which I answered, "I had a nice weekend BECAUSE of the rain." My newly planted seedlings have been appropriately watered as has my recently planted garlic, and I'm sure my worms are happier for it all. Silly humans, afraid of the rain.
Meanwhile, I saw gray skies, wet windows and I giggle in anticipation. I opened my window and take a deep breath of that scent of clean outside. I leave my warm, dry house and go out to the yard, arms open, face up to the sky, barefeet wet in the grass and I welcome the rain completely. I only wish there was enough to create a puddle worthy of jumping in.
Come Monday morning, I stop at the store on my way to work and the cashier asks, "Did you have a nice weekend, in spite of the rain?" to which I answered, "I had a nice weekend BECAUSE of the rain." My newly planted seedlings have been appropriately watered as has my recently planted garlic, and I'm sure my worms are happier for it all. Silly humans, afraid of the rain.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Local wildlife
One would not imagine that the capital of Silicon Valley would have any wildlife, other than rice-rocket-racers that speed on our freeways or late night taggers that grafitti the houses on the hill. But working in a wildlife sanctuary, I'm able to see firsthand our honest to goodness Silicon Wildlife as they are.
The wild pigs have returned to the hills. There was an overabundance last spring, so many were captured and relocated, or the meat donated to local charities. Monday I watched a group of our wild turkeys as they flew straight up and over a fence, then across the street in front of me as I came in to work. And this morning, more pigs on the hillside and a coyote crossed the street in front of me as well. These are beautiful creatures and I'm blessed to see them so up-close on a regular basis. It's another reason I favor this cooler weather as they are out more often.
Happy Veterans Day to all of those who risk their lives to keep mine safe
The wild pigs have returned to the hills. There was an overabundance last spring, so many were captured and relocated, or the meat donated to local charities. Monday I watched a group of our wild turkeys as they flew straight up and over a fence, then across the street in front of me as I came in to work. And this morning, more pigs on the hillside and a coyote crossed the street in front of me as well. These are beautiful creatures and I'm blessed to see them so up-close on a regular basis. It's another reason I favor this cooler weather as they are out more often.
Happy Veterans Day to all of those who risk their lives to keep mine safe
Monday, November 10, 2008
In to November
Saturday I worked my tail off. I spent hours pulling bermuda grass seedlings, digging in the earth and hunting down the roots. I was diligent and hopefully it will pay off. When we stripped this small plot - you know, the useless one between the sidewalk and the street - the earth was dead underneath. Years of weed fabric and lava rocks with no rain has rendered it useless and there was no easy way to get a tool into the dirt. Fast forward 2 months, 8 bags of cow manure and 8 bags of shredded redwood later and we have worms! Yes, worms and soil so soft that it's like walking in a bag of flour. Ah!
Once that was complete, I used my new/used pitchfork (thanks Daryl!) to load the old tomato plants that I pulled the weekend before onto the spare tarp. The skies were threatening rain and there's no room in front of the truck in the street, so I moved the tarp to the side of the house, made sure it was all covered and left it for now. I've always heard it's not good to compost tomato plants or they may carry diseases in your compost, so I throw those out.
My workday moved to the inside of the house, cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry. Without homework to do, I cannot sit still and I going all day long til my body gives out. I need an alternative use of this energy, like building my own house somewhere. hmmm...
Once that was complete, I used my new/used pitchfork (thanks Daryl!) to load the old tomato plants that I pulled the weekend before onto the spare tarp. The skies were threatening rain and there's no room in front of the truck in the street, so I moved the tarp to the side of the house, made sure it was all covered and left it for now. I've always heard it's not good to compost tomato plants or they may carry diseases in your compost, so I throw those out.
My workday moved to the inside of the house, cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry. Without homework to do, I cannot sit still and I going all day long til my body gives out. I need an alternative use of this energy, like building my own house somewhere. hmmm...
Friday, November 7, 2008
Today
Average temp was 71 degrees and sunny. Tomorrow is scheduled to start with sun and end up with rain, followed by more rain Sunday morning before clearing that night & more rain again on Tuesday. I'm good with that - we desperately need it. This area is like a dessert nowadays.
I stuck to my "diet" and walked 1.5 miles around the building today. I've been noticing the tiniest bits of green and grass poking up through the ground since the temperatures got cooler. Soon the cows down the hill will have fresh green nummies to eat.
We're trying couscous again tonight. Instead of the couscous you buy in a box with spices included, we bought a big jar of plain couscous and are trying out different recipes til we find something comparable that we like. Tonight we're using chicken stock, butter, garlic and parsley.
I was diagnosed with trochanteric bursitis yesterday and given a cortisone shot in attempts to cure it. The pain is 95% subsided. The lingering effects may be in my head, may be not. Only time will tell.
I stuck to my "diet" and walked 1.5 miles around the building today. I've been noticing the tiniest bits of green and grass poking up through the ground since the temperatures got cooler. Soon the cows down the hill will have fresh green nummies to eat.
We're trying couscous again tonight. Instead of the couscous you buy in a box with spices included, we bought a big jar of plain couscous and are trying out different recipes til we find something comparable that we like. Tonight we're using chicken stock, butter, garlic and parsley.
I was diagnosed with trochanteric bursitis yesterday and given a cortisone shot in attempts to cure it. The pain is 95% subsided. The lingering effects may be in my head, may be not. Only time will tell.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Recently, Proposition 2 in California passed with 63% of the votes. This statute will limit the confinement of calves raised for veal, chickens for eggs and pigs in gestation crates. This proposition requires that these animals be able to stand up, lay down and fully extend their limbs. The fact that these requirements have to be specified and made law is appalling. Mind you, I'm not a member of PETA or anything, but you'd think if an animal is providing you with life-sustaining food, you'd treat them with some care and respect and give them a little room to live while they're on this planet. But no - we're humans. And the scare mongers pulled every trick in the book to try and get Prop 2 to fail. They claimed that Big Ag will have to leave California to financially survive and that our food would come from Mexico. I've seen claims that free-range eggs are at a higher risk for salmonella than eggs from caged up birds. And they claim the costs of our food will skyrocket & drive the small farmers out of business. Ludicrous - all of it.My BF and I buy our eggs at a local chicken ranch because he's against me raising our own chickens, for fear he will get attached and not be able to eat them or their eggs. The eggs we buy are clean, fresh, reasonably priced and have beautiful yolks inside! When I got home on election day, BF said to me, "How did you vote on prop 2? It passed you know. I hope our egg ranch doesn't go out of business now, because of this." So we started to debate the pros and cons. In the end, I looked at him with empathy and seriousness as I ended the discussion by saying, "Honey, I understand what you're saying. I'll start building our chicken coop in the morning, so we can have our own eggs." I don't think he liked that answer... ;)
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
ELECTION DAY!
"The lines will be long tomorrow," says my coworker. "If you aren't there before 5:30am to wait in line, you'll be there for hours."
I woke at 5:40am, showered and ran out of the house by 6. It should take 30 minutes to get to my polling place since I hadn't re-registered in my new address; I would have to vote in my old district. I already told my boss I'd be late since voting didn't open til 7 and I'd still be waiting in line at that time. When I pulled into the fire station parking lot where I was scheduled to vote, there were several cars already parked outside. I figured I would be 8th or 9th in the waiting line. I grabbed my chemistry book to pass the time and headed for the door. Imagine my surprise when, at 6:20am, I walked in the door and the only people there were those setting up. No one else was in sight. {sigh} I had 40 minutes to wait til the polls opened, but at least I was first in line.
Our polling place leader was very adamant about what time we could and could not vote. When a younger gentleman came in with his absentee votes to drop off, they refused to accept them until 7am. He'd have to find another place to drop off his votes on his way out of town, after the 7am opening began.
I watched the newbie volunteers setup, listening to all the instructions, and every once in a while the elder black lady would add her 2 cents, "at the training they said that if abc happened, we were supposed to xyz." She was right every time and it made me smile to know she had taken such care in her training and was prepared to volunteer in my polling place today.
At 6:45 I saw my first sign of the other pollers. They started to gather behind me, surprised that they could not get in to vote until 7am. I'm not sure why they were surprised, but they were. The volunteers started to get excited as the line grew longer and the time til opening grew shorter. At 7am, I heard a woman's voice over the loudspeaker of the firestation. "Good morning firefighters. It's now 7am. beep Beep BEEp BEEEEEP. Oy vey, it was EAR PIERCING! Just as I said, 'That's a pleasant noise," the stations captain walked by and said, "it's our wake up call. Every morning at 7am it goes off and in 2 minutes, it will go off again, only louder." greaaatt....
Just seconds later the poll place leader called, "The polls are open! Come on in!" I went forward, gave my name, signed my roster, gave my address, gathered my ballots and went to my covered private table. I was surprised the voting was paper ballots where you use a pen to connect the arrows. Four years ago in this same district, we used electronic voting. I think I like paper better, as long as the boxes with the votes actually get delivered and counted, not found floating in a body of water somewhere.
It took me 20 minutes to vote and I have 2 pet peeves:
1. The sample ballot I grabbed from the table ended up being in Spanish. How very nerving that in voting in America for the United States President that the sample ballot explaining all of the propositions was not in the language that 82% of the people speak.
2. I had a very difficult time deciding who to vote for when it came to the presidency. Like most Americans, my thoughts were to vote for the lesser of 2 evils since I'm not fond of Obama or McCain. Each of them vote completely opposite of what I do on some very, very important issues. Then 3 weeks ago, I found a website where I entered in my opinions on the issues to see if I should vote Democrat or Republican. I was shocked to find that my opinions were not like either party! Instead, I was linked to a 3rd party candidate whose voting style was more aligned to my own beliefs. Hallalujeh! Someone running for president that thinks more like I do - what a relief! Now before you say, "voting for a 3rd party is like voting for the major party you dislike the most," hear me out.
How many people vote for the "lesser of 2 evils" because they believe that a 3rd party candidate won't win? With the dissatisfaction that Americans currently have with our government, I would say millions. If all those millions truly voted according whose policies are more aligned with their own instead of which is a Republican or which is a Democrat, I think we may finally get the change that Americans are truly looking for.
Currently, the big interest in 3rd party is younger individuals because they are not "wedded" to the 2 party system like their parents and grandparents (let's not be wedded, folks - think with an open mind). If critics say "3rd parties are taking votes from the main parties" then the answer is the main parties deserve it. They do little to improve the lives of American citizens. If you want a wasted vote, vote for Republican or Democrat because they are the ones who make the gov't what it is today. Voting Dem or Rep guarantees that nothing of substance will change. The only way to really make a change and take back from the government is to vote 3rd party.
To prove my point, I sent 4 of my friends to fill out their opinions and tell me who they were aligned with. All 5 of us came up with 3rd party candidates, even those that are STRONG Republican supporters. I know, my experiment was a very small number of individuals, but I was really was surprised to find 100% were aligned more with a 3rd party candidate than one of the 2 majors. Now you may be one of those critics that say my vote takes away from a main party, but at least with my vote, I can sleep at night knowing that I voted for someone I truly believed in, and not someone just because they are associated with a particular party.
Get out and vote today!
I woke at 5:40am, showered and ran out of the house by 6. It should take 30 minutes to get to my polling place since I hadn't re-registered in my new address; I would have to vote in my old district. I already told my boss I'd be late since voting didn't open til 7 and I'd still be waiting in line at that time. When I pulled into the fire station parking lot where I was scheduled to vote, there were several cars already parked outside. I figured I would be 8th or 9th in the waiting line. I grabbed my chemistry book to pass the time and headed for the door. Imagine my surprise when, at 6:20am, I walked in the door and the only people there were those setting up. No one else was in sight. {sigh} I had 40 minutes to wait til the polls opened, but at least I was first in line.
Our polling place leader was very adamant about what time we could and could not vote. When a younger gentleman came in with his absentee votes to drop off, they refused to accept them until 7am. He'd have to find another place to drop off his votes on his way out of town, after the 7am opening began.
I watched the newbie volunteers setup, listening to all the instructions, and every once in a while the elder black lady would add her 2 cents, "at the training they said that if abc happened, we were supposed to xyz." She was right every time and it made me smile to know she had taken such care in her training and was prepared to volunteer in my polling place today.
At 6:45 I saw my first sign of the other pollers. They started to gather behind me, surprised that they could not get in to vote until 7am. I'm not sure why they were surprised, but they were. The volunteers started to get excited as the line grew longer and the time til opening grew shorter. At 7am, I heard a woman's voice over the loudspeaker of the firestation. "Good morning firefighters. It's now 7am. beep Beep BEEp BEEEEEP. Oy vey, it was EAR PIERCING! Just as I said, 'That's a pleasant noise," the stations captain walked by and said, "it's our wake up call. Every morning at 7am it goes off and in 2 minutes, it will go off again, only louder." greaaatt....
Just seconds later the poll place leader called, "The polls are open! Come on in!" I went forward, gave my name, signed my roster, gave my address, gathered my ballots and went to my covered private table. I was surprised the voting was paper ballots where you use a pen to connect the arrows. Four years ago in this same district, we used electronic voting. I think I like paper better, as long as the boxes with the votes actually get delivered and counted, not found floating in a body of water somewhere.
It took me 20 minutes to vote and I have 2 pet peeves:
1. The sample ballot I grabbed from the table ended up being in Spanish. How very nerving that in voting in America for the United States President that the sample ballot explaining all of the propositions was not in the language that 82% of the people speak.
2. I had a very difficult time deciding who to vote for when it came to the presidency. Like most Americans, my thoughts were to vote for the lesser of 2 evils since I'm not fond of Obama or McCain. Each of them vote completely opposite of what I do on some very, very important issues. Then 3 weeks ago, I found a website where I entered in my opinions on the issues to see if I should vote Democrat or Republican. I was shocked to find that my opinions were not like either party! Instead, I was linked to a 3rd party candidate whose voting style was more aligned to my own beliefs. Hallalujeh! Someone running for president that thinks more like I do - what a relief! Now before you say, "voting for a 3rd party is like voting for the major party you dislike the most," hear me out.
How many people vote for the "lesser of 2 evils" because they believe that a 3rd party candidate won't win? With the dissatisfaction that Americans currently have with our government, I would say millions. If all those millions truly voted according whose policies are more aligned with their own instead of which is a Republican or which is a Democrat, I think we may finally get the change that Americans are truly looking for.
Currently, the big interest in 3rd party is younger individuals because they are not "wedded" to the 2 party system like their parents and grandparents (let's not be wedded, folks - think with an open mind). If critics say "3rd parties are taking votes from the main parties" then the answer is the main parties deserve it. They do little to improve the lives of American citizens. If you want a wasted vote, vote for Republican or Democrat because they are the ones who make the gov't what it is today. Voting Dem or Rep guarantees that nothing of substance will change. The only way to really make a change and take back from the government is to vote 3rd party.
To prove my point, I sent 4 of my friends to fill out their opinions and tell me who they were aligned with. All 5 of us came up with 3rd party candidates, even those that are STRONG Republican supporters. I know, my experiment was a very small number of individuals, but I was really was surprised to find 100% were aligned more with a 3rd party candidate than one of the 2 majors. Now you may be one of those critics that say my vote takes away from a main party, but at least with my vote, I can sleep at night knowing that I voted for someone I truly believed in, and not someone just because they are associated with a particular party.
Get out and vote today!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Cornbread recipe
My family has been using this recipe since I was little. Let's just say that it's been over 30 years. Last week I made the batter and put it in my VERY lightly greased black cast iron skillet (I use bacon grease) and popped it in the oven. It's just as delicious as I remember when my mother made cornbread with beans and ham hocks. Slab a little butter on some hot breat and enjoy!
1 cup yellow cornmeal
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 Tbsp baking powder
1 tsp salt1 cup milk
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 large egg, lightly beaten
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease 8-inch square baking panCombine corn meal, flour, sugar, baking powder and salt in medium bowl. Combine milk, oil, and egg in small bowl; mix well. Add milk mixture to flour mixture; stir til just blended. Pour into prepared pan. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center commes out clean. Serve warm.
Recipe may be doubled. Use greased 13x9 inch baking pan; bake as above.
For muffins:Spoon batter into 10-12 greased or paper-lined muffin cups filling 2/3 full. Bake in preheated 400 degree oven for 15 minutes.
1 cup yellow cornmeal
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 Tbsp baking powder
1 tsp salt1 cup milk
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 large egg, lightly beaten
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease 8-inch square baking panCombine corn meal, flour, sugar, baking powder and salt in medium bowl. Combine milk, oil, and egg in small bowl; mix well. Add milk mixture to flour mixture; stir til just blended. Pour into prepared pan. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center commes out clean. Serve warm.
Recipe may be doubled. Use greased 13x9 inch baking pan; bake as above.
For muffins:Spoon batter into 10-12 greased or paper-lined muffin cups filling 2/3 full. Bake in preheated 400 degree oven for 15 minutes.
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