Sunday, October 9, 2011

Vintage Recipe: Gingerbread Dessert

Gingerbread Dessert
"Luscious packaged pudding fills and tops in" — Theresa M. Lessmeister, Peru, Illinois

1 package gingerbread mix
1 package butterscotch pudding
2 cups milk
1 large chocolate-nut candy bar

Prepare gingerbread mix according to directions on package. Bake in 2 waxed-paper-lined 8-inch layer cake pans. Make butterscotch pudding with milk, following directions on package. Cool. Put gingerbread layers together and top with pudding. Sprinkle with finely chopped candy bar.



Gingerbread Dessert taken from the May 1945 issue of Better Homes & Gardens magazine.



Monday, October 3, 2011

Long Time, No Blog . . .


MY COMPUTER IS FINALLY FIXED!! Blogging will (hopefully) be less spontaneous and more frequent. Thank you for sticking around and following even though the posting was getting less and less. I'm looking forward to catching up on all of your lovely blogs, as well!


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

An Unfinished Job for the Homefront


Across the Editor's Desk


An Unfinished Job for the Homefront



As the Marines raised the American flag on Iwo Jima, somebody took a picture of the event. Four men, their bodies outlined against the clear sky, strain at the staff as Old Glory rises in a

broad arc, snapping in the Pacific wind. We thrill at this picture because it expresses achievement, defiance. The battle-weary figures tell of hardship endured, of dangers sustained, and of labor accomplished. It speaks of victory against heavy odds. But above all, the outstretched arms and straining backs tell us of the unity of purpose of our fighting men.


This picture has a lesson for all of us. Unless we are doing our part, we cannot look long at it without shame.


In some ways, the part of the Home Front is as difficult as is that of the fighter. It is difficult precisely because we endure no hardships and make so few and so trifling personal sacrifices. It is difficult, out of the sound of the guns, to remember to do the little things that are our only possible part in this war; to buy all the War Bonds we can afford; to give our blood to the Red Cross and to heed its appeals with generous money donations; to play the game by the rules, avoiding infractions of rationing and price regulations; to stay on the job, turning out supplies for our men; to keep the home machinery running smoothly. All this seems so little to do that we are prone to feel that we are useless, and so neglect the few things that we can do.

This feeling is dangerous. There are 130,000,000 of us. If we all relax a little, the consequences can be disastrous. The part of the Home Front in this war has been largely a battle against material shortages. Right now, there is an acute shortage of lumber and of paper products. Most of us need not worry about our part in the lumber shortage; nobody will sell us lumber for non-essential use. But we all use paper.


The other day, I stood in a factory and watched the packing of a rather minor item of supplies for our fighting men. The product was packed in one-gallon glass jars. In peacetimes, it was delivered without further packing. But for the armed services, these jars were placed in corrugated paper cartons; these cartons were wrapped in waxed paper, sealed by heat; the wrapped cartons were inclosed in wooden boxes.


Why all this extra labor and care? Well, what would be the point in carrying supplies across the Pacific, to lose them at last? Substantially packed, supplies may be thrown overboard without spoilage from salt water; the packages will float, and may be picked up out of the sea. Substantial recoveries may be made, even from a sunken ship. Ten thousand miles away, that recovery means something.


Paper plays a large part in all of this preparation. It is used in enormous quantities — far beyond peacetime needs. Let's add to our resolves a purpose to destroy none of it; to call in our Boy Scouts or the Salvation Army when we have accumulated a supply. In that way we may keep faith, in a small way, with the brave lads with the flag on a Japanese island, across the earth, away from their homes.


Editor



An Unfinished Job for the Homefront taken from the May 1945 issue of Better Homes & Gardens magazine.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Vintage Recipe: Toffee Bars


From the Sunbeam Mixmaster recipe book from 1957.

Toffee Bars
(fun to make — more fun to eat)

1/2 cup sifted all-purpose flour
1/4 teasp. salt
1/2 cup uncooked oatmeal
1/2 cup soft butter or margarine
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 brown sugar, packed
1 teasp. vanilla
1 egg, unbeaten
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup chopped nuts

Set oven at 350 degrees F, to preheat. Grease 11 x 7 x 1 1/2 pan. Sift flour and salt. Add oatmeal. Combine butter, sugars, vanilla and egg in large Mixmaster bowl. Cream on No. 7 speed for 2 minutes. Add flour mixture. Beat on No. 3 speed about 1 minute. Bake about 25 minutes. Cool 10 minutes. Melt chocolate over hot water, stirring until smooth. Spread over backed batter. Sprinkle with nuts. Cool in pan. Cut in bars. Makes 2 doz.

My pan was slightly larger so my bars turned out thinner. I also had to adjust the cooking time to 18 minutes. With the heat wave we're having, my chocolate didn't want to set so I have been keeping them in the fridge and they are wonderfully delicious! Melting a little peanut butter with the chocolate would be tasty, too. :)


Friday, August 12, 2011

Blue Skies Tomorrow

Blue Skies Tomorrow by Sarah Sundin, is by far, one of the best WWII novels I have ever read! Head on over to Sarah's website for a synopsis of the story (I'm always afraid I'll give too much away if I try to summarize it ;) ). However, Blue Skies Tomorrow had me laughing, rejoicing over her characters triumphs, pulling for them when they were pushed to their limit, and yes, even tearing up at times.


Every time I read one of Sarah's books I am instantly transported back to the 1940's. You can feel the atmosphere through the pages — her descriptions are so vivid and detailed. Are her characters in a stressful situation? You'll be feeling their stress and pain. Is it a happy day in Antioch, CA? There'll be a silly smile on your face. Ray is eating a strawberry? You better believe that you'll be wanting a juicy berry from Grandpa Novak's farm, too.


Also, I always learn so much about the war and the time period from her books. The descriptions of the planes and the flights are executed with minute detail — without being overwhelming to those who really don't know much about planes, like me. ;) Everything is so accurate — prices, rations, fashion, popular songs, movies, medical details, battles, military life — everything.


Her characters are so warm and real. When reading Sarah's books, it's as if you've just had a visit with some dear friends, and you just hate to say goodbye.


So, please, go pick up a copy and treat yourself to a wonderful 1940's story.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Everyday Vintage #7: Retro Purse

This cute, little purse was spotted at Forever 21 with a price tag of $19.98. Personally, I'm not a fan of Forever 21's purses — they feel cheap. But this little number has a decent quality feel to it. The silhouette is very 1940's. I adore the little hand strap on the top. Included is also a long shoulder strap of chain with material woven through it — however the shoulder strap does take away from it's vintage charm.




Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Battleground (1949)

Movies don't make me cry. However, I do tend to tear up when I watch WWII war movies —seeing what those soldiers went through, feeling the hopelessness and desperation, coming to
understand the war better. Battleground is one of those movies.

It's the story of the men of the 101st, who are stationed in the Ardennes forest — trying to survive the winter. They are surrounded by the Germans, the fog is so thick the planes can't get through with supplies or air support, and morale is terribly low. But they do what they have to. They do what they signed up
to do.

Spoiler Warning: Perhaps my favorite part is when the sun finally breaks through the fog and a flood of C-47s comes flying over to drop supplies. Seeing the hundreds of planes flying makes me swell with pride, and the joy on the soldiers faces makes me tear up. Their hope is back.