Friday, April 09, 2010


In honor of my 485th post, my mother's 64th birthday, and just because I feel like it, I'm hosting a giveaway! This giveaway is generously being provided by CSN Stores, a company that offers a wide variety of products for sale, from entertainment centers, cookware, bakeware, and toys to shoes, purses, bed linens and all kinds of other products. If you want it, you can find it there from the comfort of your own home!

Because I lurve my readers, because I lurve to cook, and because I'm just crazy that way, today I'm giving away one of these:

This is a pre-seasoned, cast iron, Emerilware 6 qt. Dutch Oven with lid. You can make lots of yummy stuff in it. (Oh, the possibilities in this baby are just dancing in my head right now!)

To enter this contest, all you have to do is answer this question in the comments section of this post:

What is your favorite childhood memory involving cooking/food?

Was it the first time you made homemade doughnuts? Was it helping your mother use the flour sifter and getting flour all over the floor? Was it the time you blew up the family's brand new microwave oven because you forgot to remove the wire twist tie from the frozen hot dog buns? (Yes, these are all real memories of mine.)

Only one entry per person. Contest is open until 12 noon EST (11 a.m. CST) on Monday, April 12, 2010. Winner will be chosen at random (utilizing from all individual comments posted during the open contest period. Winner will be announced on Thursday, April 15, 2010. Good luck!

*Note: I received no monetary compensation for hosting this giveaway, nor am I employed by CSN Stores. Prize is provided by Thank you.


Tara said...

My favorite cooking memories involve my dad. He would make us doughnuts out of canned biscuit dough, egg sandwiches for Sunday night dinner (after church of course!) and could make better French toast or grilled cheese than mom. Sorry, Mom!

ann said...

I have two cookie memories that prove I am a dingaling.

The first was when I was baking cookies while chatting with my brother in the kitchen. I love my brother so much, and was way more focused on him than on the recipe, and I added one half cup of flour instead of one and a half cups of flour. They looked like pancake batter in the oven. I don't remember how they turned out. I just remember both of my parents coming in and trying to solve the mystery.

My second was also when I was baking cookies, this time by myself, and i was sitting at the table mixing the dough with my hands. My mom walked in and said, "When it says 'by hand,' you can still use a spoon."


Tooz said...

One of my favorite cooking memories is when my mom and my aunt were making grape jelly in our kitchen. My aunt poured the grape juice into a glass pitcher and set it on the stove, on a burner, to wait for the step where they add the sugar, etc. Well, someone turned that burner on. They had a huge mess to clean up, but it really was a funny time to talk about for the rest of their lives.

Jessi said...

My grandma hated to cook, so she taught me how to cook when I was really little. I remember being about six and making dinner for the whole family and how awesome it felt to be in charge of something

Lydia said...

By know means is this a contest entry as I certainly am not a good cook, barely a cook at that (although, in Kindergarten I said I wanted to be a "cooker" when I grew up) But this is merely a tribute to my Granny as being one of the best cooks I've ever known and of whose food I've ever tasted. My absolute favorite thing she ever made for me wasn't even a fabulous recipe or gourmet dish. It was simply called "Hot water cornbread". HWC was the perfect compliment to a beef vegetable soup/stew or for me, as a college student 2 hours away from home with no car, sweet taste of home.

Granny attempted to teach me how to make HWC once and I watched, but she was the kind of cook who didn't have to follow a recipe and thus, as I am the kind who does, I was at a loss and didn't learn to make it. To this day, noone has been able to make it for me--although my daddy comes in a close second with a fry-daddy version.

Just a special dish cooked by a special lady, both of which I will miss for the rest of my life.

Rusthawk said...

We has 12 pecan trees on our property. The pecans started falling near the end of September. Bushels and bushels of pecans, and our pant knees would be green from gathering them. Six kids, and we would always have a contest to see who could pick the most. Mama stored them until it was time to crack and shell for all of the holiday baking. We'd all gather 'round the dining room table, with crackers and large tupperware bowls and shell and eat and shell and eat.

Everything went into the freezer until it was time for baking to commence ...and boy oh noy did we have pecan-delicacy recipes! My grandma made date pecan loaf, sliced very thin and given away to all the relatives, and we made cookies and cakes and pralines and candies. Fifty years later, shelling pecans for hours is still one of my favorite things to do ....always back in the memories.

This beautiful cast iron pot is an heirloom. I've instilled appreciation in my daughter for cast-iron and I would love to be able to add this to her collection if I were fortunate enough to win. Thanks for the chance. :)