Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Vintage Small Mirro Coffee Pot $8
SOLD!
This small 4-cup aluminum stove top percolator has a Bakelite handle. It is in good shape with few dents. The percolator is clear glass and is intact.
It does not include the brew basket or the inside stem- would work great for camp coffee or would make great display item.
EXTERIOR:
The outside of the pot is in nice shape with some minor dings, scratches and scuffs common with aluminum cookware.
INTERIOR:
The inside of the pot is in good shape, with signs of water usage.
~*~Collector's Note~*~
Possibly from the 40's or 50's. This may be a Columbia/LF&C Percolator, although there are no markings on the bottom. It looks similar in construction to them.
This small 4-cup aluminum stove top percolator has a Bakelite handle. It is in good shape with few dents. The percolator is clear glass and is intact.
It does not include the brew basket or the inside stem- would work great for camp coffee or would make great display item.
EXTERIOR:
The outside of the pot is in nice shape with some minor dings, scratches and scuffs common with aluminum cookware.
INTERIOR:
The inside of the pot is in good shape, with signs of water usage.
~*~Collector's Note~*~
Possibly from the 40's or 50's. This may be a Columbia/LF&C Percolator, although there are no markings on the bottom. It looks similar in construction to them.
Wishing at the Well
Recently our little neighborhood was subjected to a terrible injustice! The State of Wyoming made us go onto city water!!
While this may seem melodramatic, the situation lends itself to dramatics. We have been a community well since the subdivision was instituted. This well supplied a steady supply of organic water with minimal additives at a low cost to its users. We never paid more than $50.00 per month for water and sewer.
The State did a water test about six months ago and the arsenic levels were too high in the well. Installation of an arsenic removal would have been too expensive for our HOA to absorb. Thus, the eventual installation of the city water extension.
Now, we pay $65.00 per month for water, plus usage fees over 2000 gallons per month. We must continue to pay the HOA for the sewer, which is $25.00 per month. For those in the area that have stock and huge yards, this has become quite a burden.
Enter the Wishing Well
To combat the costs, we applied for and got a permit to dig a groundwater well. We spent $20 for the permit. We rented a backhoe, which cost $65.00. We dug a 13' well and installed a metal 18" pipe ($270.00) and put gravel around the bottom. ($25.00) We made a deal with our neighbor. If he would build a wishing well to put over the pipe, he could use all the water he wants. We bought rough lumber from the sawmill and he made the beautiful wishing well above. (The wood was $70.00)
If you add all those cost up............we spent $450.00. Okay, it will take us awhile for the wishing well to pay for itself. It was the principle of the thing, okay?
There have been many benefits of this whole project. We have plenty of water to take care of landscaping needs. We have safe drinking water that is tested regularly. We have forged a friendship with our great neighbor.
The greatest benefit has been that many other neighbors have stopped by our house to inquire about the Wishing Well process and to see how we accomplished it. These have been neighbors that we have not has previous friendships with. It has opened up the door to friendship and that is always a good thing.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Anna Pearl's Norwegian Pancakes
Anna Pearl's Norwegian Pancakes
Grandma used to make these for us on Christmas morning. My Mom continued the tradition and today my family enjoys this special dish every holiday.
Ingredients
1 cup milk or 1/2 cup milk and 1/2 cup half and half
2 eggs
1 teaspoon sugar
1 pinch salt
1 cup flour
1 bottle strawberry syrup
whipped cream
Pour milk into a blender. Add the 2 eggs and blend well. Add the sugar and salt. Blend well. Slowly add the flour, while blending. Allow to blend for 2 minutes, making sure that all flour is off the sides of the blender.
Spray cooking spray on a cast iron skillet and heat. Pour 1/8 cup batter onto the skillet. Swirl the skillet around so that the batter forms a thin round pancake. Allow to cook until bubbles form and break on the pancake. Flip it over and brown the other side.
When cooked, serve by buttering the pancake (best if real butter is used) swirling syrup on the pancake and covering in whipped cream. Roll up the pancake and swirl more syrup on the top. Enjoy!
Grandma used to make these for us on Christmas morning. My Mom continued the tradition and today my family enjoys this special dish every holiday.
Ingredients
1 cup milk or 1/2 cup milk and 1/2 cup half and half
2 eggs
1 teaspoon sugar
1 pinch salt
1 cup flour
1 bottle strawberry syrup
whipped cream
Pour milk into a blender. Add the 2 eggs and blend well. Add the sugar and salt. Blend well. Slowly add the flour, while blending. Allow to blend for 2 minutes, making sure that all flour is off the sides of the blender.
Spray cooking spray on a cast iron skillet and heat. Pour 1/8 cup batter onto the skillet. Swirl the skillet around so that the batter forms a thin round pancake. Allow to cook until bubbles form and break on the pancake. Flip it over and brown the other side.
When cooked, serve by buttering the pancake (best if real butter is used) swirling syrup on the pancake and covering in whipped cream. Roll up the pancake and swirl more syrup on the top. Enjoy!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Anna Pearl's Attic
People ask me all the time why I named my business, Anna Pearl's Attic. My Norwegian grandma was named Anna Pearl. Her parents came to Utah from Norway. She lived most of her life in Provo, Utah. She raised 7 kids and has many grandchildren in her posterity. To visit Anna Pearl's house was a treat. From her amazing potato salad to the baby swim pool filled to the brim with ice and Shasta pop, Anna Pearl went out of her way to make family welcome.
I hope you enjoy this poem that was written about one of the adventures I had at Anna Pearls House.
Anna Pearl’s Attic
By Sherone Taylor, Anna Pearl’s Grand-daughter
A childhood adventure, my sisters and I
Would embark, as we all recall
Into the small attic, in search of treasures
Three little girls would crawl.
One section was bright, lit by the sun
Through a window, warm beams were cast
Herein was found every beautiful thing
A young woman’s treasures of past.
Under the eave was a tiny wood door,
Mysterious treasures beyond.
Here lay the golf clubs, books and tools
Things of which Grandpa was fond.
In the back of the attic, away from the light
In a space we feared a great deal
Jars of home canned fruit and vegetables hid
Ingredients of our next meal.
The attic is cleaned out, the little girls grown
Grandma and Grandpa have passed.
Memories of childhood adventures
To the back of our minds have been cast.
Once in while, a sight, smell or taste
Perhaps a found object of art
Will bring memories of Anna Pearl’s attic
Back into the face of our hearts.
I hope you enjoy this poem that was written about one of the adventures I had at Anna Pearls House.
Anna Pearl’s Attic
By Sherone Taylor, Anna Pearl’s Grand-daughter
A childhood adventure, my sisters and I
Would embark, as we all recall
Into the small attic, in search of treasures
Three little girls would crawl.
One section was bright, lit by the sun
Through a window, warm beams were cast
Herein was found every beautiful thing
A young woman’s treasures of past.
Under the eave was a tiny wood door,
Mysterious treasures beyond.
Here lay the golf clubs, books and tools
Things of which Grandpa was fond.
In the back of the attic, away from the light
In a space we feared a great deal
Jars of home canned fruit and vegetables hid
Ingredients of our next meal.
The attic is cleaned out, the little girls grown
Grandma and Grandpa have passed.
Memories of childhood adventures
To the back of our minds have been cast.
Once in while, a sight, smell or taste
Perhaps a found object of art
Will bring memories of Anna Pearl’s attic
Back into the face of our hearts.
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