Flo's Cakes - Banana Chocolate Chip Coffee Cake

Another yummy recipe from Flo!

Banana Chocolate Chip Coffee Cake
Shared by Florence Fox
 
 This is one of the first coffee cakes I ever baked. I got the recipe from my mom, and it stays in my file as a tried and true keeper.

1 cup butter

2 cups sugar

2 eggs

1 tsp vanilla

2 ½ cups mashed bananas

1 cup sour cream

2 tsp baking powder

2 tsp baking soda

2 tsp salt

3 cups flour

Filling:

½ cup brown sugar

1 tsp cinnamon

1 ½ cups mini chocolate chips

Pour half of batter into 9x13 pan. Sprinkle with half of filling. Pour remaining batter on top of filling, then remaining filling. Bake at 350˚ for 50-60 minutes.

Note: Because I prefer shallower cake and shorter baking time, I often divide the batter between two 9-inch square pans, or divide the recipe in half and bake in an 8x11 pan.

  

Florence lives in the northwoods of Michigan with her husband and three preschoolers. Her hobbies are writing and baking coffee cakes. A few  months ago she published a book titled My First Deer Hunt. This is a children’s story about the time her husband took their oldest son (then four-years-old) to the woods for his first hunting trip. The story is illustrated with real photos, and professionally designed. Told from a child’s viewpoint, this account will entertain and educate young children who love wildlife. If you would like to order a copy, email Flo at foxden@emypeople.net. The cost for one book is $8.99 plus $2 shipping and handling.

Makin' Hog Maw

Regina shares directions for making hog maw. Never heard of it? Read on.

Makin' Hog Maw

 Shared by Regina Rosenberry

If you didn't grow up with good old Pennsylvania Dutch cooking, then the dish, Hog Maw, may not hold any significance to you. But other Pennsylvanian country bumpkins may share my memories of the excitement and anticipation when Ma would announce, “Hog Maw for supper!” At times this dish was a family treat served for special occasions, other times it was just a hearty meal for a cold winter night.

If you don't know what Hog Maw is and have a squeamish stomach, you may want to stop reading now! Otherwise, let me introduce you.

Hog Maw is the Pennsylvania Dutch cover name for... Pig Stomach! (Don't say I didn't warn you.) When the oldsters claimed on hog butchering day that everything would be used except the squeal, they weren't far from the truth. The pig's stomach was cleaned then stuffed with sausage, onion, potatoes, and maybe cabbage for a delightful meal.

Since the husband and I haven't tried our hands at butchering yet, I rely on our local butcher shop or grocery store to purchase my pig's stomach. I find it for sale where sausage and other pork meat is sold. It will be labeled as either Pig Stomach or Hog Maw, and is cleaned and ready to stuff. As you can see, since I'm feeding a family of 7, I needed an extra large Hog Maw!

To stuff a regular sized pig stomach, you will need:

1 lb. loose country style sausage

1 large onion chopped

5 or 6 large potatoes peeled and diced

sliced cabbage if you desire (Growing up, mom made it at times with cabbage but not all of us children liked it. I have learned to enjoy it both ways)

I'm sure there are other variations of recipes, but this is the one of my childhood and the traditional recipe I am passing on to my own family.

A note: Some folks just bake sausage, onions, and potatoes together without stuffing the mixture in the pig stomach. This is good, but will not taste the same. The pig stomach bakes a certain flavor along with a little broth into the mixture you just can't get any other way.

Keep in mind this is one of those recipes where the ingredients are approximate and you may use a little more or a little less or none at all! Amounts will vary according to the size of the pig's stomach and your tastes. For example, my mother always used lots of sausage whereas my husband's mother used only a sprinkling of sausage and mostly potatoes.

Before stuffing, the pig stomach has two holes (don't think too hard on what the holes were for) that need to be closed so your stuffing doesn't come out.

My mother always used heavy thread and a needle and sewed the holes tight. I'm too lazy and took an easier route. I get a toothpick and thread the tooth pick in and out until the hole is closed.

Sew or close the smallest hole shut before stuffing. You will leave the largest one open until after the stomach is stuffed.

Now you are ready to fill the stomach. It doesn't matter in what order you put the ingredients. Just grab a handful of sausage and push down into the stomach, followed by a handful of onions, and potatoes with a sprinkling of course ground pepper, sea salt and garlic powder in between handfuls if you like.

Keep repeating, pressing the mixture together until the stomach is stuffed full!

Warning: Don't over-stuff the stomach or it may burst during baking. Leave a little growing room.

Grab a toothpick or your needle and close the opening until tight. If using tooth picks, it may take more than one.

Place your stuffed stomach into a 9x13 pan or roasting pan. Put around two inches of water on the bottom, and sprinkle the stomach with pepper and any seasonings if you like.

Note: You can also cook your filled pig stomach in a kettle on the stove top. Fill the kettle with water till the stomach is mostly covered. Put the lid on and bring to a boil. Turn the heat back and cook at a very gentle boil till the potatoes are tender, approximately 2 ½ to 3 hr.

Cover your pan, put into the oven and bake at 350 degrees. Plan around 2 ½ to 3 hours for baking. Again, this will depend on the size of your pig stomach and how full it is stuffed. Bake until the potatoes are very tender (jab the point of a knife through the stomach to check) and the stomach is lightly browned. As you can see, I didn't heed my own advice, got a little hogish and filled the pig stomach too full and it burst!

By now, the house will be filled with delightful aromas and the children will be at the table with their forks in their hands.

Carefully remove your toothpicks or pull out your thread so no one chokes. Using a large knife, slice your Hog maw (the skin may be a little tough) and enjoy every mouthful along with a squirt of ketchup if you like. And you must try some of the “skin!” My husband thinks the stomach is a delicacy and my sisters used to fight over this part, but I've never acquired a taste for it. One bite is enough for me.

And welcome - you are now a Pennsylvanian Country Folk! 

Regina enjoys life with her husband and five children on a farmette. She takes pleasure in digging her fingers in the garden soil and tending her milk cow, chickens, and goats.

Her Job in the Kingdom of God

Ever feel like what you do all day - the laundry, wiping noses, and scrubbing floors - doesn't really count?

Her Job in the Kingdom of God

By Tina Fehr

She draws strength from God’s living Water and she glorifies God.

She takes many moments to pray and she glorifies God.

She cooks and bakes and presents on tables for dozens and she glorifies God.

She opens her mouth to bring forth songs and kind words and she glorifies God.

She flies across ocean waters or crosses a street corner to tell about Jesus and she glorifies God.

She dances her fingers across keys or strings, inspiring melodies filling the room and she glorifies God.

She washes and scrubs and the clothes come out crisp and clean and she glorifies God.

She teaches with patience, love, and kindness and she glorifies God.

She presses black squares with letters and brings forth encouragements and she glorifies God.

She creates and makes and gives a gift and she glorifies God.

She places a flower here and a sprig there and the occasion is delightful to the eyes and she glorifies God.

She helps her darling husband and she glorifies God.

She takes a small hand in hers and she glorifies God.

She knows just what to buy and where and when and she glorifies God.

She cuts and arranges in jars and in winter they eat the fruits thereof and she glorifies God.

She rubs with a cloth and swishes with long handles and the places gleam and she glorifies God.

She digs a small hole and puts in something smaller yet;

She waters and watches it grow and she glorifies God.

She cuddles and rocks and guides little ones and she glorifies God.

She sheds a tear for some soul and she glorifies God.

She takes fabric, cuts it into various size pieces, and sews it into one piece again and she glorifies God.

She wears a smile and the beautiful garment of praise and she glorifies God.

She makes big ideas little for young minds and she glorifies God.

She bandages wounds and encourages the brokenhearted and she glorifies God.

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works,

and glorify your Father which is in heaven.  Matthew 5:16

I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart:

and I will glorify thy name for evermore. Psalm 86:12

 Tina and her husband Jake live in southwestern Ontario, Canada. She is Teacher-mom to their five children. She enjoys all aspects of homemaking (yes, even cooking), teaching, reading, and writing. Her book Daddy on the Mend tells the true story of God's love and care for them when Jake broke his leg.

 

A Sacred Calling

Marilyn reminds all of us mothers of the eternal importance of motherhood.

A Sacred Calling

 By Marilyn Wiens

My husband and I smiled at each other as a bamboo steamer of shrimp dumplings, and leaf-wrapped bundles of sticky rice were set before us.  We sipped green tea from tiny cups and listened delightedly to the Mandarin chatter around us.  A little boy, playing with a set of chopsticks, sat beside us—the link between us and this restaurant full of people.  We were elated to have found such an authentic Chinese restaurant in Canada.

After our food came, my husband said, “Let’s pray.”  I peeked over at Riley and watched as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His chubby fists came together, and he bowed his head.  My heart constricted, and a knot formed in my throat.  Our son was surrounded by people with Communist roots, and he was praying!  Such a simple observation, but it blessed my heart.  In the ten short months since Riley had joined our family, he had already learned so much.  What if we had not taught him to pray?  What if one of the first tunes he learned to hum wasn’t Jesus Loves Me?  His little heart and mind were so impressionable; it was sobering to think of what all he could have learned if we had not been teaching him the ways of God.

What an awesome responsibility I have as his mother.  God has called me into partnership with Him for the salvation of this soul.  The calling of motherhood is a sacred one, no matter how God brings our children to us.  I thought of my two sons, one by birth and one by adoption.

God needs me to be broken in His hands, so that I, in turn, can teach my children obedience and submission.  He is counting on me to tenderly nurture their innocent faith and to help build their character.  In today’s world of fashion, my sons need to see a meek and quiet spirit in me.  In a society of crumbling marriages, they need to witness love and a solid commitment in my relationship with my husband.  They need to hear kind, gentle words to everybody and about everybody.  They need to see a compassionate spirit in me—one that has the patience and time to help and reach out to the hurting.   In being a loving, sweet, godly mother, I am forming their concept of God and shaping their future.  And it could mean the difference between heaven or hell.

 

This devotional was taken from A Child to Call My Own, a devotional book offering meditations to comfort and inspire women on their journey from infertility to adoption. God’s blessing is on adoption. His heart is toward His people who are willing to get in the trenches and fight for the defenseless little ones. Without our willing hearts and welcoming homes, these little ones may never know who Jesus is. To order your copy, contact Children of Promise Publishers at achildtocallmyown@gmail.com

Marilyn lives in Rosedale, British Columbia with her husband, Leroy and two sons, Tyler (9) and Riley (4). She enjoys photography, graphic designing, and cooking.  She was one of the editors and writers for the book A Child to Call My Own.  She has a sensitive heart for women walking the heartbreaking, lonely journey of infertility and enjoys a personal ministry of connecting with and ministering to them. You can contact her at  marilyn@starlandsupply.ca

The Miracles We Need

The Miracles We Need

By Marilyn Wiens

“Did you ever stop to consider that God may not give you the miracle you want, but instead give you the miracle He knows you need?” the minister asked.  He mentioned some of the miracles that Christians pray for—cures for terminal illnesses, answers to financial setbacks, babies to fill the empty arms of childless couples.

“But, dear friends,” the pastor said, “we can win; we can triumph!  No, we may not make it through the battle with cancer.  God may not spare the life of our sick child.  He might not answer the desperate heart-cries of the childless couple.  God might not miraculously send a generous amount of money in answer to our financial crisis.  But that doesn’t mean He doesn’t hear.  That doesn’t mean He doesn’t care.  He always answers our prayers, but it may be in far different ways than what we’re wishing for.  If we come through these fires shining as gold, that’s victory!  If we come through our trials bowing in submission to God, then we’ve been successful!  Don’t forget, loved ones, sometimes God gives us the miracle He knows we need instead of the miracle we want.”  

Tears stung my eyes, and I buried my face in my son’s hair and squeezed him tight.  What if I had tenaciously clung to the miracle of a biological child and missed the incredible miracle of adoption?   

My mind went back to those years when I thought my prayers weren’t being answered.  They were turbulent years—filled with pleading prayers, bitter tears, and wearying soul-struggles to accept what God was doing in my life.  

God knew the lessons I needed to learn.  He knew the things He wanted to teach me—the new awareness of life and its blessings, a gentleness of spirit and compassion for others who are suffering, and the realization that joy is so much deeper when it comes after pain and emptiness.  God saw the dross; He saw the “me” that needed to be swept away.  He knew how much heat my will needed to make it soft and pliable, and He worked His perfect refining in me by denying me the miracle I thought belonged to me.

 

This devotional was taken from A Child to Call My Own, a devotional book offering meditations to comfort and inspire women on their journey from infertility to adoption. God’s blessing is on adoption. His heart is toward His people who are willing to get in the trenches and fight for the defenseless little ones. Without our willing hearts and welcoming homes, these little ones may never know who Jesus is. To order your copy, contact Children of Promise Publishers at achildtocallmyown@gmail.com

Marilyn lives in Rosedale, British Columbia with her husband, Leroy and two sons, Tyler (9) and Riley (4). She enjoys photography, graphic designing, and cooking.  She was one of the editors and writers for the book A Child to Call My Own.  She has a sensitive heart for women walking the heartbreaking, lonely journey of infertility and enjoys a personal ministry of connecting with and ministering to them. You can contact her at  marilyn@starlandsupply.ca

Flo's Cakes - Cream-Filled Cinnamon Pecan Coffee Cake

Flo is back with another of her wonderful coffee cakes. She said that this recipe is in her top five favorites!

Cream-Filled Cinnamon Pecan Coffee Cake

Shared by Florence Fox 

½ cup butter

1 cup sugar

2 eggs

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 ½ cups flour

½ tsp baking soda

½ tsp salt

1 cup (8 oz) sour cream

Topping:

½ cup sugar

½ cup chopped pecans

2 tsp ground cinnamon

Filling:

1 TBSP cornstarch

¾ cup milk

¼ cup butter, softened

¼ cup shortening

½ cup sugar

½ tsp vanilla

In a large mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each. Beat in vanilla. Combine flour, baking soda and salt; add to creamed mixture alternately with sour cream. Beat just until combined. 

 

Pour into two greased and waxed paper-lined 9-in. round baking pans. Combine topping ingredients; sprinkle over batter. Lightly cut through with a knife to swirl. Bake at 350˚ for 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes; remove from pans to wire racks to cool completely. 

 

In a small saucepan, combine cornstarch and milk until smooth. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 1-2 minute or until thickened. Cover and refrigerate until chilled. In a small mixing bowl, cream butter, shortening and sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla and chilled milk mixture; beat on medium speed until smooth and creamy, about 10 minutes.

Place one cake on a serving plate; spread with filling. Top with remaining cake. Store in the refrigerator.

The Mirage

You all have heard from my friend Regina before. I have learned so much from her that I have told her she should start her own blog - but until she does, I get to share some of her writing here.

The Mirage
By Regina Rosenberry

Organizing. Just hearing the word makes me want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. Organized closets, cupboards, and drawers are as a mirage – I strive for them, but they disappear when about in reach. 

So I cower like a student in front of the schoolmarm. In my imagination, she is standing over me, her arms filled with lists, cleaning schedules, and day planners. I am an adult. Will I let a simple word intimidate me from learning? So I sit before her and study the Art of Organizing. In one book, I cogitate on how to organize my entire house in a week. I scrutinize photos of expertly arranged closets in a magazine, then learn about the ease of organizing with labeled, color coded containers. I ponder the theory of, “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” 

Armed with my acquired knowledge, I head to Martha Stewart's organizing aisle at the local store. I check to see how much grocery money is left for the week – money now for Miss Organization – then meander about the aisle. Excitement fills me. Clear containers, tiered racks, stacking drawers, cloth bins – perhaps I have finally found the answer to my woes. Just maybe there is magic in the brown baskets with blue-striped liners that was absent in my recycled, Payless shoe boxes. 

Minutes pass as I ponder my options and finally make my choices. When I hear the total, I wince, but surely it is money well spent for my husband has even added his blessing on this endeavor.

I go home filled with fervor for the job. I have studied the art and have armed myself with the containers and shelving recommended by experts. Miss Organization should be very pleased.

Only a few days flip by when my bubble of excitement develops a small but sure leak. So far, only the bathroom closet is organized and the one week promised by the expert is fast disappearing. The bubble shrinks smaller when I realize my children have not caught the organizing fever. I go to the bathroom closet to find my extra rugs – who were surprised to find themselves folded and organized in the brown and blue-striped basket – dumped onto the closet floor. In their place, curled inside the basket, is my three-year-old. She is baby Moses, she says. And would I please be very quiet so the King's daughter doesn't find her? 

I ease the door shut to protect her safety and walk into the living room, only to find my four-year-old lining her stuffed animals and Fisher Price people on my three-tiered spice rack (that hadn't yet made it into the cupboard.) She is having a chorus program, she says. Would I like to be the old lady in the rocking chair her chorus can sing to?

I sigh. Gathering my books and articles and pictures (oh, those lovely pictures) on the Art of Organizing, I stash them in the bookcase. On the top shelf. Miss Organization can just give me an F on my report card.  

Let the mirage keep haunting my dreams, and I will keep secretly admiring my organized friends. Maybe someday, the brown and blue-striped basket will hold rugs in folded stacks, and the tiered spice rack will have alphabetized spices. Until then, baby Moses needs a safe haven, and I best hurry to my rocking chair. The Fisher Price chorus program is about to begin.

 Regina enjoys life with her husband and five children on a farmette. She takes pleasure in digging her fingers in the garden soil and tending her milk cow, chickens, and goats.