It was GONE within an hour of taking it out of the oven.
Southern Chess Pie
It was GONE within an hour of taking it out of the oven.

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Ingredients
Things you’ll need:
Rye bread
sauerkraut
Thousand Island dressing
Swiss cheese
corned beef
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| Warm up a pan of kraut |
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| Swiss cheese (I had a block, but slices work the best). |
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| Rye bread (we don’t like the type with seeds). |
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| Thousand Island dressing |
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| Sliced corned beef |
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| Butter one side of the bread and layer the ingredients. I like to use the George Foreman grill, but will do just as well in a pan. Top with another slice of buttered bread. |
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| Yummy goodness! |
The height of discourtesy is to break continually into the speech of other people. Too many of us have the deplorable habit of cutting into conversation with monotonous repetitions of, “You don’t say so!” “Really!” or “My, my!” Such interruptions are not only discourteous but extremely annoying to everybody present.
Only a rude person will break into a story, to which others are listening, with the impatient, ‘Yes, yes – I heard that!” or “I know all about that – I was there.” Not even a bore should be so crudely and tactlessly cut off. Well-bred people have patience and courtesy enough to listen to a story no matter how often they have heard it before.
Inattention is another rude discourtesy. Whether you are interested or not, always show an interest in what others are saying. Be sincerely glad to see people, eager to hear what they have to say, interested even in their most trivial remarks. Force yourself to be attentive even if you are bored, and let your expression show an intelligent interest. If you are truly sympathetic, this should not be difficult; and the effort will bring you big dividends in popularity.
Ridicule, of course, is intolerable. “Words cut deeper than weapons” and only a rude, unthinking person will make another the butt of ridicule. No one admires the man who makes another feel uncomfortable or embarrassed.
Gossip has no place in the conversation of well-bred people. If you want to make and keep friends, don’t say anything about a person that you would not be satisfied to have that person overhear. It is best not to talk about people at all unless you can say pleasant and agreeable things about them.
The New Book of Etiquette by Lillian Eichler
Garden City Publishing Company, Inc.
Garden City 1945
New York
Whenever I sit down to write a blog post I am humbly and gratefully aware that all moms are not just like I am. Therefore, these posts may be a good fit for some moms on some days and may not be relevant at all for others.
I know many of you are not moms, you may be single, empty nesters, grandmothers, some of you may be aunts ~ some even dads and grandpas!
I’ll just keep chugging along with my Snippits, though, in hopes that someone may benefit along the way.
Snippit #3 ~ Dad may do things differently, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong!
This was a very, very hard lesson for me to learn. After all, I had read all the child rearing books. I listened to Dr. Dobson DAILY. I subscribed to all the latest parenting magazines. I gleaned wisdom from other mothers and grandmothers. I had years and years of babysitting experience. So, therefore, I was pretty much an expert on childrearing when our first one came along. Or so I thought!
So, when my husband didn’t burp or hold him just right… I told him how.
When he didn’t feed him correctly….I showed him the correct way.
When he didn’t use enough enthusiasm in his voice when reading Pat the Bunny….I corrected that, too!
When he played too rough and made him cry….I just couldn’t stand it!
I left him detailed lists on how to care for him when I was out for two hours.
My poor husband!
It didn’t take long for him to feel as if he just didn’t know anything about being a parent. I was treating him like a babysitter, not as a father.
Perhaps it was an article or a radio program, I’m not sure, but I began to feel very convicted over the way I had been basically undermining my husband. I took a huge step back and began to keep my mouth shut more. I began to respect my husband as the wonderful father God made him to be. It was a beautiful thing! I began to realize that we were the perfect combination for rearing our children.
Children need a little roughness…and a little softness.
A little neatness….and a little messiness.
Some rough and tumble…and some quiet time.
That’s why we have mothers and fathers. To balance each other out and to round out our children.
I have learned a very important lesson through the years:
Dads do things differently than Moms….and that’s the way it’s supposed to be!
My prayer today is to have a little True Wisdom.
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| Poppy ~the poet |
My parents dropped in for a visit yesterday. It was a nice surprise. We are so blessed to have all of our parents healthy and vital parts of our lives and very involved with our children. When I was a young mother, I resisted the ‘spoiling’ part of grandparents’ role and just knew it would harm the children. Then one day, I heard Dr. Dobson say that grandparents should absolutely spoil the grandchildren, within reason, of course! So, I’ve been a happy participant ever since! They dole out their time, attention and love joyfully and they seem to have a little extra free time for fun things that harried parents are lacking. Oh, and they’re also happy to pull out that wallet every once in awhile or take a special little shopping trip.
Grandparents add richness to my children’s lives. They seem to have a little more patience. Things are not quite as hurried and stressed at grandma’s.
We have a Nanny, Poppy, Nana and a Pawpaw.
Between them we have a:

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| Pawpaw~with Brad and Will |
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| Nanny~with Victor |
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| Nana~playing games at the cabin |