Shirleys Cottage

Cook & Chat from Shirley's Cottage... Get a glimpse of small town living on the lake. Weekly I will share my stories and recipes with you. Yes, you will get to know my family and even some of the towns people, and maybe even a little about me. Well, maybe alot about me! So grab your cup of coffee or tea, be sure to have your favorite mug, and relax while I share my life with you...from Shirley's Cottage.

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There is an old German saying: "We grow too soon old, and too late smart." I am trying to prove it wrong. I'd rather go with the saying: "It's never too late." I heard 70 is the new 50 with us 'oldsters' living longer. I certainly hope so. I can use the extra twenty years to go with my hopes, dreams, and ambitions. The first being my writing. I have written things here and there over the years. I was even inspired to write a poem or two. Two years ago I got up my nerve , went to the local newspaper and started a Cook & Chat column, titled "From Shirley's Cottage. With this blog, I hope to share with you some of my recipes, hopes, and dreams. Thanks for coming along. Let's go relax on the lake... from Shirley's Cottage.

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    Sunday, September 21, 2008

    could you write a book?

    Could You Write a Book?
    Maybe I could write a book. Maybe not. By the time I get to the end of my recipe every week and bid you to enjoy, the creative juices I worked so hard to muster up, have gone south.
    It is said there is a book inside of all of us. Today it seems like everyone who is anyone is writing a tell-all book. Politicians from Barack Obama to Joe Biden; McCain’s daughter about her dad; the Spears sisters’ mom who doesn’t keep a secret. Barbara Walters even told about a decades old affair in her memoir.
    I know several people who are just regular people who have written books. My hat is off to them. I think about it a lot and wish I could be one of them. But "wishin’ don’t make it so."
    Last week was my sweet granddaughter’s wedding shower. My old friend, Judy, were the first ones there. Everything was beautiful, from the elegantly set table, the flowers, and most of all, the guests.
    As each group got there, the chatter and laughter got louder, I sat and watched, thoroughly enjoying the scene. At that moment, I was more of an observer than a participant.
    I knew them all very well. I watched, wished, and thought, "I could write a book."
    Paige’s future sister-in-law os the only one we did not know. Not at the beginning.. By the time the last gift was opened, and the last little dessert cup disappeared, . Rachel was family.
    And–she had the most interesting stories to tell. She works in televison and movies in production. She described her job as doing everything that anyone needed done.
    She had been a producer for the Jerry Springer Show. Not her cup of tea, but what a ride that was!
    Her last job was working on the Johnny Depp movie, about John Dillinger, Public Enemy.. It was shot at four locations in Wisconsin, one being Columbus. She said Depp and Christian Bale were really nice, would sign autographs for an hour at a time. They treated people well.
    It was fun listening to the stories, being as most of us are star-struck.
    I could write a book. Just think. My grand-daughter is going to marry the brother of one of the producers that know Johnny and Christian by their first names.
    As I sipped on my second glass of mimosa,(everyone knew it is orange juice and champagne except me) I looked at the beautiful people surrounding the table. What a family and friends to be proud of. And they all have a story-even if it does not involve Johnny Depp.
    Their stories are what books are made of. Studs Terkel is in his 90's. He just wrote another book. Maybe, just maybe, I can write that book. Just give me a little time.
    Do you know what books are the biggest seller? You guessed it. Cook-books
    From The Ladies Auxiliary of Harmony Singing Society
    Enjoy Casserole
    you will need:
    one 16 oz elbow macaroni, not cooked
    one can each Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom and Celery Soup
    one diced onion
    ½ pound Velveeta, cubed
    2 cups milk
    2-2 ½ cups cooked chicken
    1 large can mushroom, drained
    Mix all ingredients and place in baking dish
    refrigerate overnight or for several hours
    Bake 350 degrees for one hour
    Let set for ten minutes
    enjoy

    Monday, September 08, 2008

    Show Me The Money
    My daughter keeps a positive thought-she is planning on winning the lottery. No matter what happens, that is the attitude to have.
    I am a little more apprehensive. I wish.
    Tom Cruise said it in "Jerry Maquire". I say it to myself as I slide my ticket under the red light every Thursday and Sunday mornings– "SHOW ME THE MONEY". Twice it said "you’re a winner." One time for three dollars and another for seven.
    There was another time a long time ago. I just knew I was going to win. Ted had just committed to attend UW Madison. I bought a pick three ticket with the signing date. Had the numbers come up in order, I would have won $5.000. They were not in order–$43.00. But it was the feeling I had that I will never forget. I didn’t even have to check the numbers the next day. I knew I had a winner. I’m waiting for that feeling again.
    Last Sunday when I checked the numbers, my ticket was in my right hand and the Sunday paper in my left.
    As I dropped yet another ticket into the "sorry no winner" waste basket, I glanced at the paper.
    The front page of the PARADE had a picture of Warren Buffet, 78, the richest man in the world. He had a nice smile and bright eyes that looked right at you behind his glasses. His slightly rumpled shirt made him look a little less like a billionaire.
    When I got home I read what he had to say. Someone who has a fortune of $62 billion, (that’s with a B), must have a few smarts.
    He offered ten ways to get rich, the first being, Reinvest your profits. Well, I did that. I took that money I won and bought more tickets. Maybe you have to try a few times to succeed.
    Then I got to number ten: Know what success really means.
    > he does not measure success by dollars
    >he has pledged to give away almost his entire fortune to charities (he will keep a few bucks)
    > His last paragraph of the article:
    "When you get to my age, you’ll measure success by how many people you want to have love you actually do love you. That is the ultimate test of how you’ve lived your life."

    Jerry Maquire figured it out, too, when Dorothy aka Renee Zwelliger said to him, "You had me at hello." Show me the money was not the ultimate test.
    I hope I am loved. I can’t help it. I would love to win the lottery.
    Money isn’t everything, but it sure helps. Especially now with groceries sky-rocketing.
    . This can be made for under $4.00, less if you have a neighbor with a load of zucchinis to give away, and a coupon or two. It’s also healthy and good.
    Cheeseburger-zucchini Pie
    you will need: (feeds four)
    one pie plate or 8" square pan, sprayed
    3/4 pound ground beef or turkey
    1 medium onion, chopped
    1 zucchini shredded or cut into sticks (neighbors are giving away their abundance)
    1/2-1 cup shredded cheese of your choice
    ½ cup reduced-fat biscuit mix
    1 cup skim milk
    2 eggs (or three whites)
    salt and pepper to taste
    (I added some mushrooms)
    brown meat, drain if necessary
    stir in zucchini, onion (mushrooms)
    cook for 6 minutes
    season with salt and pepper
    Spread mixture into pie plate
    Whisk biscuit mix, egg, and milk until smooth
    pour over meat mixture
    Bake at 400 degrees for 20-25 minutes
    cool 5-10 minutes, cut into wedges
    enjoy

    Thursday, September 04, 2008

    Summer's end from the cottage

    Summer’s End
    Didn’t we just put the boats and piers in the water? Wasn’t it just yesterday, July Fourth, we watched the amazing fireworks over the lake? It seemed like the rain never stopped this summer. And here we are in September, lawns parched, looking for a little patch of green, learning to do a rain dance.
    According to the calendar, there are several weeks left of summer. But the real story is, it is virtually over for most of us.
    Oh, there may be a pontoon ride here and there, or a last speedboat ride around the lake. But it’s kind of a "I don’t want to give up the summer". The last hurrah.
    Most of the vacationers, week-enders, and visitors have packed up their SUVs, vans, or little cars, and headed for home. Our family did just that for many years. There were years we packed kids and stuff into out vehicle at that time: a Ford wagon with the wooden side, a brown and beige Suburban whose main feature was rust that started at the doors and worked its way up.
    Now, I wave good-by, sit on the deck, and am glad I am already home.
    Labor Day we had what was probably our last hurrah for the summer. As we enjoyed the weather and the sights on the lake, the smells of summer didn’t even occur to me.
    A neighbor was gassing up his boat. Deb said the smells were her favorite: gas fumes mixed with the smell of the lake, and Coppertone, coming across the breeze. A goodd memory.
    It has been, in my words, "A lovely summer." On Labor Day, we took a ride around the lake. . Jade’s big dog, Pearl, had her first ride in a boat. Her eyes said, "A lovely ride." She loved it.
    Our family is between babies and young ones right now. My kids are grown with grown kids of their own. I’m thinking the next several years the grandkids (great-grandkids for me) will finally outnumber the dogs in the family.
    The end of summer really is a new beginning-of Autumn. That’s what makes the Midwest so lovable. The seasons. The reasons for starting anew.
    Soup and the Fall just go together. I’ll get a jump on the season with this squash soup. Now if you do not care for squash, there is nothing in this recipe that will cure that.
    If you like squash, I bet you will love this. I tried to copy this from soup we had at a lunch with old friends. I think it turned out pretty well.
    Squash Soup with Mangos
    you will need:
    one medium squash-any kind, like butternut or acorn, seeded, peeled and cut into 2 inch pieces
    2 cups chicken broth
    2 cups half and half or whole milk
    3 T butter
    4 T flour
    ½ t each nutmeg and cinnamon
    1 T dark brown sugar
    1 mango, peeled and cut into 1 inch pieces
    salt and pepper to taste
    cook squash in one cup broth
    mash squash
    make roux out of butter and flour
    add remaining broth to squash
    add roux to soup, stirring on medium heat until beginning to thicken
    stir in spices
    add cream while continuing to stir
    when soup is thick, add mango and turn off heat.
    Sprinkle nutmeg on top
    Serve with croutons (optional)
    Enjoy

    Tuesday, August 26, 2008

    A Shower, A Party, A Benefit

    Except for work, and an occasional meeting or visit, I stay pretty close to the lake. I like it that way. But there are times when I am glad to leave the lake road for a little while. September will be such a time.
    I have received invitations for a wedding shower, a fund-raising benefit, and a surprise birthday party. They don’t seem to have any connection. On second thought----
    The shower. Given for a twenty-five-year old beauty with a ready smile, and a tender heart. She is a college graduate, and has recently started her own business. She also works for a photographer and has snapped several weddings. In October, someone else will be photographing her as a beautiful bride.
    It will be fun. Females of all ages, laughing and talking all at once. We will meet in a lovely room, enjoying which will surely be a delicious chicken salad and good wine.
    She starts a new life. With a toast, we will wish her the same happiness and future some of us have had, and what some of us have hoped for.
    The surprise party. Given for a lovely soon-to-be 70 year old. An energetic, professional, mom and grandma, she believes the saying-"Seventy is the new fifty." In retirement she will go places and do things she could not do as a single mom..
    A pot luck and barbeque will await as she walks into the back yard of her son’s home.. And don’t forget the birthday cake with fifty candles.
    She starts a new life. With a toast, we will send her on her way to enjoy
    The benefit. Given for a pretty wife and mom. She is a busy, active young woman. .For many years she was in the Army Reserve. Now she works for her county, and the YMCA. She is also a dedicated Sunday school teacher and confirmation leader. She has packed a lifetime into a little over two decades.
    The benefit dinner will be in her honor. Her loved ones, family and friends will gather as one, giving love and support as she begins a new journey. She will know she will not encounter the bumps in the road alone.
    With a toast, we will wish her well, and pray for the gift of time.
    When all is said an done, somehow we are all connected in some way or other. These three beautiful people do not even know each other. Yet they are brought together in the hearts of some of the same people who love them and will honor them during three weeks in September.



    Shower, party, or benefit, food is a great connector. From chicken salad to barbeque to a buffet dinner, food brings us together, with conversation and good will.

    Let us start the parties with nut-filled cups.
    Sugared Pecans from the Lithuanian Club Ladies Society recipe book
    you will need:
    1 pound pecans
    ½ cup sugar
    1/4 t salt
    1 t cinnamon
    1 egg white
    1 t cold water
    Beat egg white and water until frothy.
    Add the pecans
    Mix sugar, salt and cinnamon
    Add the nut mixture, stirring until well covered
    Bake at 225 degrees on buttered cookie sheet for one hour, stirring every 15 minutes
    Enjoy

    Tuesday, August 19, 2008

    how does your garden grow

    And How Does Your Garden Grow
    Several years ago, my friend, Bill, and his wife pulled up stakes in the North Woods and moved to Tennessee. Not only he and his wife, but his dad, her mom, and their various dogs and cats. They had visited Bill’s brother a few times. He had been in the service, but was now a civilian working for the military in Tennessee.
    They bought a beautiful home in the country where Bill could have his gardens. His dad was settled into his own new home.
    Judy got a job working for the government. Bill is a manager for a firm that wholesales flowers, plants, and trees. Right down his alley.
    Tennessee is a beautiful state and all was well with the world. We kept in touch via phone and email. He never missed a week of calling once or twice. I did the same with email.
    The conversations always had some questions and advice on how to grow a garden.
    He sends me pictures of his gardens. I get jealous of all the produce he was growing, giving it away because of the abundance.
    He suggested I try to have my own garden. Starting small with a few tomatoes and herbs. He said growing in pots was very popular and there were good results more often than not.
    I love gardens. Beautiful flowers, fresh vegetables. Eating healthy. The only thing is I don’t want to weed, water, or work. I hate to sweat and see bugs, and get mud under my nails.
    I made up my mind this season I would tough it out. I would try tomatoes and herbs in pots on my deck. It gets sun from am to pm. I made a commitment to water those pots every day.
    I even got some petunia vines. The morning glory seeds took root. Someone told me morning glories are just weeds run amuck, but I don’t care. I like them.
    With advice and encouragement from Bill, my flowers bloomed, and my tomatoes are ripening in bunches. The basil is beautiful. The cilantro bit the dusk. It got to looking like dill, and died in the pot.
    But, all in all, I am pretty happy with my first "crop". I went to email Bill to thank him for his help, and there was a message from Bill–they’re coming home. Tennessee is beautiful, but it is not Wisconsin. Homesickness is a terrible disease.
    It’s not that I like Bill’s vegetables better than I like him, but I can’t help thinking of the bounty he will be growing. And I will be getting.
    However, I still will be expanding my patio garden. I have to. He is bringing me two whiskey barrels. I don’t think he means for me to grow whiskey..
    I have my seeds, I’ll have my barrels, and next year I’ll have my garden. But most of all, I’ll have my friend. Back in Wisconsin where he and his belong.
    Since I finally got something to grow, I thought I would use my "bounty" in this healthy dish.
    Printed in the Wisconsin Woman, September, 2008
    I had a few questions, so I called Harvest, the restaurant that printed the recipe.
    . I talked to James and he was most gracious. He knew two answers to my three questions.
    1. What does Panzanella mean? Bread salad.
    2. Does cut into batons mean to cut into strips? Yes
    3. What is a kirby? He didn’t know, but said to call back the next day when Chef Derek would be in.
    Panzanella (bread salad)
    served at Harvest, on Capitol Square
    recipe by executive chef Derek Rowe
    you will need:
    2 cups cubed toasted bread
    2-3 cubed tomatoes
    ½ English (seedless) cucumber or one kirby cut in batons
    1/4 cup sherry (I used red wine) vinegar
    ½ cup olive oil
    1/4 cup fresh basil, torn into pieces
    kosher salt and pepper to taste
    Assemble all ingredients (except the basil) 5-10 minutes before serving allowing flavors to blend and bread to absorb the dressing.
    Toss with the torn basil right before serving.
    (Note; If some chicken strips were placed on top, you would have a whole meal to
    Enjoy.

    I didn't mean to send this, not my coluimn

    Utica is a small farming community just a hop and a skip from Cambridge and the Lake Ripley area.
    The main street of Utica is a four way stop with its businesses on each corner Several blocks either way from the stop signs, and you are out of town. A mile or so down the road is the Utica Community Center grounds which sponsors events from baseball to picnics, to tractor pulls. The rest of the countryside is dotted with rich soil beautiful scenery and well-kept farms.
    Ask any native and they will tell you Utica is just the way they want it.
    If you are not a resident, there are plenty of reasons to take the seven or so mile trip south on 73 from Cambridge and west on BB.
    Are you looking for a good deal on a car? Melton’s is right at the four-way.
    Kitty corner across the street is Mitch’s Utica Bar. The full parking lot every Friday night is proof Utica has the best fish fry around these parts.
    The third corner houses Encore, a quality furniture refinishing business. Many a broken and scratched piece has been refinished to its original beauty.
    The fourth corner houses the country store. Except for the coolers, it could be a model for the general store of the Walton’s or Little house on the Prairie..
    A little over thirty years ago, Barney Lambert and his wife, Jackie Sperle, came to Utica, bought the store, and it became Barney’s Country Store. The upstairs was their home. The back yard became a "prairie" with the array of wild flowers and plants to compliment their love of nature and the outdoors.
    There is a cement porch across the front of the store. A few steps takes you up to the porch, and the front door. There is no automatic opener. You have to enter the old-fashioned way–turn the knob and push. The cow bell mounted at the top of the door announces your arrival.
    Behind the short wooden counter sits a cash register that does not figure the change or plug into a computer. And there is Barney. He is a slight man with a firm handshake. He is neatly dressed in jeans, checked shirt, and cowboy boots. His brown eyes are friendly and look you right in the eye.
    Meeting his wife Jackie, is almost like meeting Barney. Her brown pig-tails are peppered with gray, just like Barney’s beard. They are dressed almost alike, except she wears several pieces of Indian and turquoise jewelry-all of which mean something to her and Barney.
    They met through a mutual friend and have been married for over thirty years. It was an instant match. To each other and to the store.
    Jackie said the store is really the reflection of all of their customers. The walls and shelves are full of things that have been given to them through the years. A framed sketch of the store hangs on the wall behind the counter. There are wind chimes, pictures, and memorabilia, all from their customers. Another open room to the side offers things for sale, all made by their customers and friends. .There are Afghans, quilts, jellies, jams, pickles and home-made craft items.
    Barney is most proud of his collage of snapshots he has collected over the years. The first Halloween in business, he took pictures of the trick-or-treaters that came into the store. He took pictures every year since then. Some of the first pictures are the parents of his most recent Halloweeners. Three decades of Halloween history.
    During the interview several customers came in the side door. Maybe the cowbell is only for interviewers and first-time customers.
    One young woman came in with a smile and lots of hay on her jeans and in the change she dumped on the counter. It was a lot of change. Barney cashed it in-she said thanks-see you tomorrow and out she went.
    Another older lady came in. She sat down to rest while Jackie cut her order of cheese from a large cheese wheel on a butcher block near the back of the store. Wrapping it in butcher paper, Jackie handed it to her, taking her change with a thank-you. It was a little bit of change.
    Next to the cheese stands the only thing that does not seem like it should be in the store: a seven-foot cardboard bigger than life cut-out of Michael Jordan. It was a gift from their nephew.
    And so thirty years passed quickly for Barney and Jackie. The couple decided they wanted to do some traveling and spend more time with family in their retirement years. They put the store up for sale.
    There might have been some takers, but they wanted the store to remain a country store. It would take owners that would put their hearts and souls into the store and serving the community of Utica.
    But after two or so years of not finding the right buyer, Barney and Jackie made the decision to put the store up for auction. It was to be auctioned off last June, 2008. It was a sad time, yet a time that had to come.
    To their joy, the auction never took place. Two weeks before the auction, it was sold to two young men who would put their hearts and souls into the store and Utica.
    Barney and Jackie are moved out now, living on the Sperle family farm in Stoughton, planning their future..
    They should have no fear for the future of the Utica Country Store. Lynn Peterson and Darren Mossman are making some changes, yet dedicated to keeping their store country .
    Maybe some things are meant to be. When sadness hits, positive things can happen. Lynn’s father passed away, and Lynn moved back to Utica, to be with his mom, Helen.
    With the auction coming up, he kept thinking about the store. He shared his idea with his friend, Darren Mossman. The idea became reality.
    They bought the store before the auction. Darren moved upstairs and runs the store full-time. Lynn is a building inspector for the city of Madison. He has kept his job, but that does not stop him from doing his fair share in the store.
    Not a whole lot has changed. That is the way they want it. However, they are renovating some things, including the refrigeration.
    The new specialty is their home-made pizza. Two new ovens have been installed. It is a thin-crust pizza, and Darren said it has been very-well received.
    They have had customers from other communities, and plan to advertise. Maybe their pizza will become as popular as Mitch’s fish fry across the street.
    The Utica Country Stores and its customers will have the best of two worlds: Barney and Jackie’s general store concept that gave them thirty years of success, and Lynn and Darren’s plan to keep the old and introduce the new.
    The new things will have to find a place of their own. Barney and Jackie left everything for the new owners. Except for one thing. Michael Jordan.
    The Utica Country Store is open seven days a week from7 am to 9 pm. Stop in and say hi to Lynn and Darren. Call ahead for pizza. 608-873-9936. You can use the front door. The cow bell will announce you.

    Tuesday, August 12, 2008

    Memories and Cookies
    It was a hectic weekend. The kind you look forward to, turns out great, and take a deep breath when it is over. The kind when you get your hugs, say your good-byes, tear up a little as your loved ones drive away, waving. They get out of sight; you miss them already.
    My Minnesota family, Kelly, Doug, and Sam had been here for the week. Kelly’s best friend, Elaine, came for a day on the lake with her family. They love the lake. We wish them well in their new home on Lake Waubesa.
    Elaine commented on one of my columns, saying she likes the ones about the old days. They remind her of growing up with her two sisters, and some of the things they did.
    Then the next day I had some errands in town. I was asked if I had a good cookie recipe. She makes them for the guys at work. They are like the three bears. They want their cookies not too hard, not too soft, but just right.
    I immediately thought of the cookie recipe from Elaine. She brought some last year when I was recouping from my creaky knee. I haven’t made them yet. But I sure ate them. The best.
    So-here are a few memories. And cookies.
    We were sitting on the pontoon, reminiscing. Kelly said Deb used to hold her hand over Kelly’s mouth and say, "Can you breathe?" When she nodded yes, she would pinch her nose. "Can you breathe now?" When she nodded no, she let go.
    Not all memories are that funny . The sad ones tend to fade. The poignant ones make us thankful. Like the time eighteen-month-old Tracy somehow crawled up and got a bottle of baby aspirins from the fireplace. The panic when she brought us the empty bottle. The relief after the hospital stay.
    Back to a funny one. And one that will never be lived down. The time Ted fell down the stairs with a plate of orange spaghetti, wearing my white roller skates with the pink pom-poms. It was hilarious then, and now. You would have had to been there.
    Now to the cookies.
    Elaine’s Best Ever Cookies
    ( from Laura Bush. Chocolate Chunk Campaign Cookies)
    you will need:
    3 sticks (1 ½ cups softened butter)
    3 cups quick oatmeal
    3 cups flour
    1 cup sugar
    1 ½ cups light brown sugar
    3 eggs
    1 T baking powder
    1t each of vanilla and salt
    2 t cinnamon
    3 cups chocolate chunks
    2 cups dried cherries, chopped coarse
    2 cups chopped walnuts
    With electric mixer cream butter and sugars
    beat in eggs one at a time
    add in vanilla and mix in flour, oats, baking powder, salt, and cinnamon
    slowly beat until blended
    by hand stir in chocolate chunks, cherries, and walnuts.
    Drop by T on cookie sheet lined with parchment paper
    Bake at 350 degrees for 14 minutes or until just golden brown
    makes about 8 dozen
    Enjoy, guys. These takes work.