My friend Farm Chick and I both share a love of cooking and EATING. This weekend, we got together for some good gossiping, good cocktails, and good cooking.
For those of you who are not locals, SKI is our holy grail. The nectar of the redneck Gods. A local soft drink that has been “bottled” in our community for years until recently. There’s no way to describe a SKI other than it’s like a Mountain Dew on crack. Who knows how much caffeine and sugar it has. It is the most wonderful soft drink on the planet. I don’t understand why Coca-Cola Corporation hasn’t taken it global.
Farm Chick makes cake out of it. Cake and SKI. Two of the most perfect concoctions joined together…..Hallelujah!
Because I am a generous person who thinks everyone should have their cake and eat it too….I’m sharing Farm Chick’s recipe. You will thank me again and again. It’s the perfect recipe for get togethers. Always turns out perfect and moist…everyone will be envious of your culinary skills.
Enjoy!
Farm Chick’s Fabulous Ski Cake
1 lemon pudding cake mix
1 small package lemon instant pudding mix
1 can SKI (Mountain Dew or any citrus type soft drink)
3 eggs
3/4 cup oil
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
In bowl, mix cake and pudding mix. Incorporate eggs and oil. Slowly add SKI until mixed thouroughly.
Pour batter into greased Bundt pan.
Retain small amount of batter in bowl to eat yourself. YUMMY!
Bake 30 minutes. Let cool slightly and place cake on beautiful cake stand.
A southern momma always has her cake on a pretty cake stand!
Mix 2 Tbsp of SKI with 1 cup of powdered sugar. Drizzle over warm cake.
Also, while waiting for your cake to bake…enjoy a MO”SKI”TO.
1 part vodka
2 parts SKI
Ella has hit the terrible two’s just a few months early. Not only is she curious…she gets the “vapors” like Scarlett O’Hara.
This picture was taken on our vacation in Gulf Shores. Notice the Christmas PJ’s….well, it’s way past Christmas. We just wear ‘em til we out grow ‘em.
Anyway, Ella spent the majority of her time on vacation like this. People say I will miss this when they’re grown? What the? I am not gonna miss the tantrums of toddler hood…unless I become senile. Which is a real possibility. Will my kids take care of me when I become senile…especially after telling all their bad stuff on the ‘net? I doubt it. I see a nursing home in my future.
OK people…Here’s the contest….Give this photo a name. For the next week I will be taking entries. Place your entry in the comments section at the end of this post. Winner (picked by moi, of course) will be the winner of a $25 gas card. Who doesn’t need that? It will only get ya about 6 gallons…but it’s free. Only one entry per email address. Good luck and make me laugh!
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As I am unloading my digital camera tonight, what do I find? Lots of pictures of Rachel. Lots and lots of pictures. Pictures I don’t remember taking…nor does anyone else. Seems that Rachel has been taking her own portrait and has gotten pretty good at it.
Here’s the best one so far.
Don’t get all crazy on me. No animals were harmed in the posting of this blog. Don’t be sending Pamela Anderson down here to save the plight of the chickens…although my husband would be thrilled.
My friend, Farm Chick, has baby chicks. Right now she’s raisin’ them in a crate in her living room because they’re too little to be outside all alone. The coyotes might eat them. She’s gonna raise some bantams and have fresh eggs. I’m hoping she will pass on some fresh eggs to her good friend…Hint, hint.
I would raise them myself but I am scared to death they might peck me….or spur me…or worse. I can’t risk death for fresh eggs. I will leave that to Farm Chick.
From the Houston Chronicle,
Two men and a juvenile are accused of digging up a corpse, decapitating the body and using the head to smoke marijuana, according to court documents.
Matthew Gonzalez and Kevin Jones have been charged with the misdemeanor offense of abuse of a corpse, said Scott Durfee, a spokesman for the Harris County District Attorneys Office.
According to documents filed in the case, Gonzalez, Jones and an unnamed juvenile on March 15 went to an Humble cemetery, dug up a man’s grave, left with the head and turned it into a “bong.”
Gonzalez told authorities about the incident Wednesday, and showed officers the defaced grave, including a 4-foot hole. Because of a heavy rain, officers were unable to determine whether the casket or the body had been disturbed.
What are these idiots thinking? Were they already high when they came up with this scheme or permanently fried? The potheads here just roll it in paper and smoke it. At least in Kentucky, we pride ourselves of honoring our deceased.
Rachel, our Broadway star to be, is having a recital!
She has worked really hard this year in voice lessons. 
Her performance for the evening will be “Maybe” from the broadway show Annie. Everyone is invited May 24 at 4:00 pm EDT at Gheens Recital Hall at Campbellsville
University.
This is Ella. Ella loves yogurt. Ella loves to feed herself. Ella does not like to be messy. It makes her very upset. We like to say that Ella is CURIOUS! I don’t know where she gets this. Her big sister, Rachel, loves to be messy. The more dirt the better. The kid could get dirty in a sterile room.
Ella wants to feed her self and stay clean but her coordination just ain’t there yet….til then…Ella remains curious.
These two go hand in hand, I promise. My mother in law knows I am on a diet. I mention it 500 times a day. She also knows that I love Derby Pie. She knows that I will have no self control….will sneak over to her house….into her garage….into the extra refrigerator….and eat pie. I have no shame. So what has she done twice in the past week? Made DERBY PIE. I am proud to say they are all gone now and there will be no more. Not because I have any self restraint….but because my mother in law is gone to Gulf Shores. Although, I do have the recipe if I start craving …
Derby Pie is a staple here in the Bluegrass State. Kern’s Kitchens in Louisville, Kentucky has placed an iron-clad trademark on their recipe and the name “Derby pie”. There are many variations on Derby pie…some use bourbon…some pecans. However, the closest version of the Kern’s recipe I have come across is the one my mother in law uses.
We’ll call it: Faye’s Derby Pie
Crust for 1 9 inch pie (pre-made is fine…we are not food snobs)
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup flour
2 beaten eggs
1/4 lb (1 stick) butter-melted (this needs to be real butter…we are not counting calories)
1 cup walnuts (never pecans)
1 cup semi sweet chocolate chips (you may eat the rest of the bag as your reward for trying to be Martha Stewart)
whipped cream
Heat oven to 350 degrees. Line pie crust with aluminum foil and bake 15 minutes until crust begins to brown. Remove foil and continue to bake another 5 minutes or so until crust is lightly browned. Remove from oven and cool.
In a bowl, combine sugar and flour. Whisk eggs into mixture, then whisk in melted butter. Fold in walnuts and chocolate chips. Pour into a cooled pre baked pie crust.
Bake for 30 to 45 minutes until center just barely jiggles (like my ass).
Top with whipped cream. Eat whole pie in one setting while still warm. Enjoy!
P.S. For an extra kick…you can add 2 tsp of bourbon to your whipped cream.
Here in our small town of Greensburg, we will soon have the opportunity to vote on special legislation that will allow the sell of alcohol by the glass with certain limitations of only being in the historic district of town, have to serve food, seat a certain number of people, and the building has to be in original condition, blah, blah, blah. What all this boils down to is that 1 or 2 buildings in Greensburg will be available to sell alcohol.
Alot of people in our community are all in a twitter. They do not want alcohol in our town. They will not vote for it. They will not support it in any way due to their religious beliefs. I understand and respect that. However, on any given Saturday, you will find the majority of these people in other towns eating at restaurants that sell alcohol (Red Lobster, O’Charley’s, Rafferty’s). You may argue that they are not drinking. True. If you are spending your money in a restaurant that sells alcohol and must have food sales of at least 75% to maintain their liquor license, then you ARE contributing to the sales of alcohol. Why not do that here in Greensburg and open the door of opportunities for jobs and tourism income? Let’s all be sensible and do what’s right for our community. Let’s support Sam and Mimi Moore! Vote YES!!!!!!!!
I quit smoking Christmas day. I know I should have never started years ago, but I have always had a love affair with cigarettes. I loved to smoke. I loved the way it felt in my fingers, as the smoke rolled down my throat and burned my lungs. I know that sounds sick but I did. I loved it.
My husband, who is the most wonderful man in the world, told me all he wanted for Christmas was for me to quit. So I did. Haven’t touched one since. Oh, I miss it. Especially since my ass has gotten HUGE. You see, the replacement for my oral fixation has become anything sweet. Mass quantities of cake, my mother in laws fabulous Derby pie, brownies, handfuls of sugary cereal…I have become a glutton. 12 pounds since Christmas. My pants are too tight and uncomfortable but yet I still eat. I need my jaw wired shut. At times I think I need to start smoking again, but I won’t, cause I gave him my word. I promised. Maybe he should make me promise to quit eating all this crap…
