I have nothing but fond memories of your dad. When I think of him I picture him smiling or giggling because I don't remember him in any other mood. He always seemed to be "up" and it helped brighten everyones day. I don't have a lot of stories (at least ones I can tell to his children), but here's one you have probably heard. When we were roommates, he was a delivery guy for Heaps-a-Pizza in Provo, which is now The Brick Oven. At least once a week had us call in an order for a large pizza toward closing time with a fake address. When pizza's was undeliverable and returned to the restaurant, the workers were encouraged to take them home rather than throw them in the garbage. It seemed we always had pizza for breakfast.
Terry was always the mediator with all of our girlfriends. I was dating my now wife when living with Terry. She thought the world of him.
I'll do some more thinking and let you know what I came up with.
Jack
Friday, April 15, 2011
Confrence Cake, Apple pie cake and other yummy recipes Dad loved
FOOD IS A TRADITION
So it's Sunday morning and I was making conference cake for my family
and got thinking about this tradition. Now I'm not sure if it was mom
or dad that started this tradition but I remember loving this. It's
probably why I've done it with my family. But it did get me thinking
about how dad would find and bring home all sorts of recipes for mom
to try. There was one recipe that dad brought home but made himself.
Apple Pie cake!
I remember Sunday evening and dad sending one of us kids down to the
fruit room to get apples. We would peel the apples and dad would mix
up the rest of the ingredients. We would have hot Apple Pie Cake with
ice cream and mom would pour canned milk over hers.
4 cups sliced apples 3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup sugar 3/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp cinnamon 1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup chopped nuts (optional) 1 egg beaten
1 cup flour 1/3 cup
evaporated milk
3 Tble water 1/2 cup melted butter
Mix sugar, Cinnamon, chopped nuts, and apples. Put in 9x13 baking
dish. Mix the rest of the ingredients and pour over apples. (Apples
will not be completely cover) Bake at 325 for 1 hour.
He also found a recipe for cherry chocolates that he would make for christmas.
He loved to look at the recipes in the news paper and try them. Especially the sweet ones.
More times than not it would rain of conference weekend. But on the
slight chance it was good weather. Mom would pack a lunch (or we would
stop at KFC) and we would head up the canyon for the afternoon. I
remember playing in the river, making boats and racing them. Or Dad
would find a open field and we would play work up baseball with a
plastic bat and ball.
I thank my parents for the good times that make good memories.
Melis
So it's Sunday morning and I was making conference cake for my family
and got thinking about this tradition. Now I'm not sure if it was mom
or dad that started this tradition but I remember loving this. It's
probably why I've done it with my family. But it did get me thinking
about how dad would find and bring home all sorts of recipes for mom
to try. There was one recipe that dad brought home but made himself.
Apple Pie cake!
I remember Sunday evening and dad sending one of us kids down to the
fruit room to get apples. We would peel the apples and dad would mix
up the rest of the ingredients. We would have hot Apple Pie Cake with
ice cream and mom would pour canned milk over hers.
4 cups sliced apples 3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup sugar 3/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp cinnamon 1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup chopped nuts (optional) 1 egg beaten
1 cup flour 1/3 cup
evaporated milk
3 Tble water 1/2 cup melted butter
Mix sugar, Cinnamon, chopped nuts, and apples. Put in 9x13 baking
dish. Mix the rest of the ingredients and pour over apples. (Apples
will not be completely cover) Bake at 325 for 1 hour.
He also found a recipe for cherry chocolates that he would make for christmas.
He loved to look at the recipes in the news paper and try them. Especially the sweet ones.
More times than not it would rain of conference weekend. But on the
slight chance it was good weather. Mom would pack a lunch (or we would
stop at KFC) and we would head up the canyon for the afternoon. I
remember playing in the river, making boats and racing them. Or Dad
would find a open field and we would play work up baseball with a
plastic bat and ball.
I thank my parents for the good times that make good memories.
Melis
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