My PA Dutch father taught my mother to make pumpkin pie, as well as apple pie with the topping, and bread pudding. Aside from that, my NA mother refused to let us know diddly about our heritage. Customs, language etc.
My mom would visit her sisrers, her mom, and they would all chatter happily like birds in this language none of us kids knew.... Spanish! So beautiful. But they never taught it to us kids. They were forbidden to speak it at the mission school and weren't supposd to speak it at home either. So they didn't teach it to us. We had no stories, no memories, no heritage, no culture, no roots. When people ask me what I am, I say American.. race ? HUMAN. Ethnicity? AMERICAN. Culture? AGING HIPPIE. I know I have roots though. The first time I saw flamenco dancers I almost came out of my seat! I felt I knew how to do that! It stirred my blood like nothing ever has before or since! It's in the blood!
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I just got a dehydrator for Christmas, and am really looking forward to trying a variety of fruits, veggies and meats over the next few months. It's American manufacture (Excalibur), so all the guidelines are in the measures y'all use...
. Thank goodness for your everso practical notion of 'cups', and the fact that I have one small measuring jug that gives a cup and its subdivisions as well as those of litres and pints!
Okay, I really think I need to can coffee. I can’t handle instant on a regular basis, and if I don’t have water canned I’m stuck. Yes, yes! Coffee!!!

