Saturday was a day filled with so much magic you could almost smell and taste it. Plans were on the agenda for over a week for a surprise birthday celebration of my daughter to have a luncheon at a Bryan restaurant for her immediate family, Aunt Mary, all of her siblings and their spouses. Everyone was betting on the odds of getting her there without her being suspicious. It worked marvelously in spite of her husband diligently trying to urge her to hurry through a visit to Walmart before they were going to eat out “somewhere”. Topping off the surprise was the unexpected arrival of an aunt from Chicago who decided to just drive down for the celebration. It was a great party with everyone hating to leave even though almost everyone was coming to my home for cake and ice cream.
The only gray part of the day was the fact that it was her 65th birthday. You know what that would do to her mother!! At our social time after church on Sunday, I explained the age difference stating that I adopted her when I was three. This drew a comment from a friend that it would have been more believable if I had just said that I adopted her. I just told him to go on home that we had not asked for his opinion.
Now may we go from the sublime to the ridiculous? One of my daughters comes to visit me on her lunch hour every Tuesday that it can work into our schedules. Last week I got a frantic message from her that she had packed her lunch and left it home. Would I please prepare her some lunch honoring her very limited diet for medical reasons. Of course what mother could refuse such a plea? We had a very nice visit and after she left, I was putting the leftovers in my refrigerator. Thinking that I would be eating it in a very few hours, I placed a small serving dish of peas precariously on an over filled shelf. An hour or two later I opened the refrigerator door and my serving dish tumbled out on my kitchen floor upside down with peas scattering as if someone were chasing them. There was less than a cup full but on my kitchen floor it looked like a quart. Will I ever learn? At my age , don’t count on it.
Since my daughter can eat only pork and turkey, today’s recipe jumped out of a magazine at me. I rarely use turkey in my menus, but perhaps there are more of you that are in the same circumstances or just like turkey. This is a casserole dish that sounds very tasty and you could easily substitute other meats.
BROCCOLI TURKEY PIE
2 cups cubed cooked turkey
2 cups frozen, chopped broccoli, thawed
1 ½ cups (6 oz.) shredded cheddar cheese
2 eggs
1 cup 2% milk
½ cup biscuit mix
Salt and pepper to taste
1/8 teaspoon dried thyme
¼ cup grated Parmesan cheese
½ teaspoon garlic powder
Layer turkey, broccoli and cheddar cheese in a greased 9 inch deep dish pie plate. Whisk eggs, milk, biscuit mix, salt, pepper and thyme. Pour over top of mixture. Combine Parmesan cheese and garlic powder. Sprinkle over top. Bake at 400 degrees for 25 minutes. Let stand 5 minutes before serving.
Now that you have a healthy entrée for a dessert to sit on, I will suggest a dessert that I have never eaten nor heard about. But since strawberries rate high on my list of things to eat, I am going to try it. The recipe came from a person who very graciously appreciated my response to a kindness from her. See how easy it is to start magic moments on a journey, by just being kind to someone who does not expect it. “Cast your bread upon the waters and it will return one hundred fold”.
STRAWBERRY CAKE
1 package white cake mix
1 package (3 oz.) strawberry Jello
½ cup water
½ cup salad oil
4 egg whites
i/2 half of 10 ounce package of frozen strawberries , thawed
Mix cake mix, Jello, oil and water. Add egg whites, one at a time. Beat well after each addition. Fold in strawberries. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes
ICING
1 pound powdered sugar
1 stick butter
other 5 ounces thawed strawberries
Blend all together and spread on cooled cake.
This might be colorful for your Easter dessert.
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