Hello everyone! Brrrr, it’s cold here in Mansfield, Arkansas. Hope everyone made it without a fall. I am proud of myself, I slid once, but never went down. I think that is a record for me. I always fall when it snows.
I am so sorry for all our rural water customers without water. Hopefully, by the time this paper comes out, they will have found the leak and have it fixed. No water is no fun.
All this talk about water reminded me of a Buff Jimmy story. For those of y’all that don’t know, Jimmy Brimble practically lived at my house. Him and Jacob were best friends. I’m just gonna tell y’all that he was always an easy target. Jacob and their buddies pestered him a lot. Jimmy is my second son. I love him like he was mine. We loved Buff Jimmy. Oh, the reason we called him Buff Jimmy was because we were at church one time and Mason Weaver was there and he hadn’t seen Jimmy in a while and he says, “wow Jimmy is so buff!” We got the biggest laugh out of that. So, that’s how Buff Jimmy got started.
Back to my story. Chuck Hopkins always had some kind of learning lesson for the boys. He knew facts of all kinds. He was talking to them one day about water and how our drinking water had bleach in it and so on, and Jimmy says, “really, Chuck?” and Chuck said, “really.” That particular day, Jimmy had drunk some tap water and goes outside and tries to gag himself and throw up because had had drank water with bleach in it. He used to get worked up over the simplest things. One time the boys tried to spray bug spray on him and he thought he was going to die. He lived, but he was scared to death. Let me tell ya about keys. He always, not once a week, but every day, lost his keys. We all had to go on a search for his keys. One time we had looked everywhere, and we just couldn’t find them. Mom lived with us because she had Alzheimer’s. So, I asked her if she took them. Noooo, I most certainly did not was her reply. I finally pried her purse away from her and found Buff Jimmy’s keys in her purse. She had everything but the kitchen sink in that purse. I even found a baby bird in it one time. That is a good story, I might as well tell y’all.
I came home from work one day and kept hearing a bird. I asked Jacob if he heard it, he said, “yes, there is a bird’s nest on the front porch with babies in it.” I took that as a good answer, but it sounded like it was in the house and close to my mom. I finally pried the purse from her again and low and behold one of those baby birds had fallen out of the nest and my mom had got a washcloth and wrapped it up and put it in her purse. Please don’t think I am ever making fun of my mother. It was either laugh or cry and I chose laughter. She kept me on my toes that’s for sure. I miss her dearly. Oh, and for Buff Jimmy, he is a manager at Walmart and obviously keeps up with those keys, makes me proud.
This week’s recipe is for a Milk Cake. Yes, Milk Cake. I made it last week for a friend of mine. They said it was delicious. I didn’t’ taste it since I made it for them, but I sure wanted to.
THREE MILK CAKE
1 yellow cake mix, made according to the box directions. Let the cake cool.
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
1 can of evaporated milk
1 1/2 cups whole milk
1 regular container of Cool Whip
2 teaspoons of vanilla (give or take, I didn’t measure)
After the cake is cooled, poke holes in it. While it is cooling, mix all the milks together and mix well. Stir in the vanilla. I know this seems like a lot of milk, but trust me on this, my friend said it was delicious. Now, pour all the milk on top of the cake. I put it in the refrigerator for about an hour and then topped it with Cool Whip. Keep this cake in the refrigerator. It’s better the next day. Have a wonderful week. Be safe and check on your elderly and loved ones!
