Friday, July 28, 2017

Criss Cross Apple Sauce

Criss Cross Applesauce

         By Deborah J Lindsey

Eleven-year-old Anna woke up eager and happy.  Today was another cooking lesson with her Grandmother Hilda.   Anna was ready.  Granny supplied the topic-meats, salads, vegetables, breads or desserts and Anna decided what she would like to ty.  Todays’topic was desserts and Anna had chosen Old-Fashioned Apple Sause Cake.

Granny greeted her with a welcome kiss and hug and handed her a pink and white checked apron. 

“Why do I need to wear an apron?  Nobody else ever does?”

Granny laughed.

“It will keep your clothes clean, it looks cool hanging in the kitchen.”
Okay, let’s get started.  Check your ingredient list.  I have some things out already- raisins are soaking in hot water.”

Anna checked her list, flour, baking soda, sugar, shortening, eggs, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves.  She read down her list and then checked it again.

“Granny, I don’t see any apple sauce. What kind do you use?  Mama uses “Moots.”

“Criss Cross Apple Sauce is the best, Dear.  I’ve used it for years.”

“Criss Cross Apple sauce,” Anna giggled and plopped down in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“What in the world are you doing?”

Anna looked puzzled.

“You know Granny, Criss Cross Apple Sauce?”

“Yes, it’s in the pantry-top shelf-left.  Be careful with the step stool.”

Anna got up and wet to the pantry and came back with two cans of apple sauce.

“Yes, there you see- Criss Cross Apple Sauce!

Now, young Miss, explain why you were sitting on the floor like an Indian.”

          C Copyright July 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey

Saturday, July 22, 2017



By Deborah J Lindsey

It was Friday and I couldn’t wait to get home.

You see, learning to play the Saxophone was a dream of mine and I’d found a nice one in a pawn shop and I couldn't wait to get started.

The owner of the shop raved and declared it was the beginner Sax belonging to the late Bennie B.  He claimed Bennie was a cousin of some other famous Sax player but I had never heard of either one but the price was right so I bought it.

I ordered a “How To” on the internet- “Learn to Play the Sax In Two Days”- it sounded promising. 

The first indication that learning the Sax may not have been the best idea was Bruno.

Bruno was an unusual dog.  He always acting crazy. I guess that’s why I liked him so much but tonight, he was really acting crazy. 

When I blew “Twinkle Twinkle” he covered both ears and once he tried to drag my Sax away.

About one o’clock in the morning, I noticed Bruno was gone.  I figured he’d grown tired and went to bed.

I practiced a long while and finally felt confident enough to move past “Twinkle, Twinkle” to “Mary Had a Lamb”.  I took a deep breath and the next thing I knew someone was beating on my door. It was the cops! 

“You got a dog?”

I nodded.

“Well he’s disturbing the peace.”


“Yeah, call him.”

Bruno padded into the room looking sheepishly guilty.

He held a large sign in his mouth.  It read, “HELP”.

“Your dog has been pacing up and down the fire escape for the past hour.”

I did mention that Bruno was an unusually crazy dog but did I mention how smart he is?

                                                           C Copyright July 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey

written for:
Out of the box prompt:Take these 3 "clues" - arranged in any order - and weave a story under 300 words:
1: the title of a self-help book
2: a dog acting crazy
3: police at the door at 1 AM

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Preheat Oven To 350

Preheat Oven To 350

   By Deborah J  Lindsey

“Preheat Oven to 350.
 Okay, that’s done.”

“What ‘cha up to Bunny?’

‘I’m cooking a turkey.  Would you like to stay for lunch?”

“I don’t think this bird will be ready that soon. It’s still frozen.  Have you ever cooked a turkey before?”

“No, but it’s easy as pie.  I saw it done on a cooking show.  All I need to do is preheat the oven to 350, pop the bird in and then take it out when the oven dings, It’s very simple. I think you could probably manage it if you tried.”

“Well, I don’t know?”

“Sure, look here.  The ovens’ flashing 350 and in goes the bird-like so and now START and now we wait.”

“But Hon, I think you should be using the range- not the microwave.”

“Oh, I didn’t get a free range one.  I told them I just wanted a plain turkey.

Set the table, won’t you Dear?”

“I’m so sorry Bunny, I just remembered I have a lunch date.  I really need to run.”

“Okay Dear, I understand but do stop in later for coffee and Easy pie.”

                                                                                                 C Copyright July 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey

First Line Prompt for 7/2/17: "Preheat oven to 350" 

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The Peacock's Mirror

The Peacock’s Mirror
     By Deborah J Lindsey

“But I don’t want to strut.  Can’t I just walk about a bit?”

“Absolutely Not!”  “You come from a very long line of strutters and you must continue the family tradition.”

“Harold, listen to your Father.”

“But Mom. I don’t like strutting.  My tail plumes aren’t long enough yet; I measured them this morning.”

“Which measure did you use?”

“The one in your sewing basket.”

“No, no that one won’t work.  That one only measures home skills like the correct size of eggs
, nest building, and The Pea Hen’s Guide: Choosing the Best Strutter

"Use your Father’s measure; it’s on the hall table.”

“Yes, that’s the one.  Just attach it and don’t forget to activate the mirror.  The mirror will make your plumes seem ten time longer and one hundred times more beautiful.

“So, the mirror makes things seem something different than they really are?”

“Yes, Dear. Now, go strut.  Make us proud.”

 C Copyright June 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey

6/27 Title prompt
Write a flash story using this as your title:
The Strutting Peacock

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Mama’s Coffee Pot

      By Deborah J Lindsey

“I don’t know what to write.”  Gwen said and frowned at the blank computer screen.

She walked into her tiny pink and white kitchen and pulled a mug from the cabinet.  She also took down a box of coffee that held fifty neatly packaged individual servings. She popped one in the machine and pulled down the handle.  The machine protested only a moment before it hissed and gurgled out a perfect cup of “Bernardo’s Best Breakfast Blend”.  Gwen removed the cup from the machine and lifted it to her lips.  Before taking a sip, she allowed the heady aroma to fill her nostrils. 

To her, it was the fresh smell of morning and the promise of a brand-new day and it reminded her of Mama.

Memories took hold and Gwen was back making coffee in the tiny pink and white kitchen on Vermont Street. She knew Mama lay in the darkness, smiling and listening to her coffee making efforts and as soon as the coffee aroma reached her, Mama and her smile would appear in the doorway.

In those long-ago days, Gwen could brew coffee but was not allowed to drink it for it was considered too strong for children.   Mama made what she called “kid’s coffee” which was mostly milk and sugar with a hint of coffee to flavor.  Even though it wasn’t the real thing, Gwen loved it and the time drinking “coffee” with Mama was a special time that they alone shared.

 Gwen remembered learning to make coffee in the new electric percolator and how proud she was when she finally mastered it.

Mama kept her coffee pot on what she called a “Coffee Service.”  It was just a plastic tray with two ivy-patterned china cups, a cut-glass sugar bowl and a black and white spotted cow that poured cream from its mouth.

The pot itself was gleaming stainless-steel with an elegant fluted spout and a top with a clear glass dome in the lid.   This all set on a black base with a caution that warned in gold letters-
                                                         “Do Not Immerse.”

 Gwen filled the pot with water and carefully measured out coffee from the ceramic canister with the strawberries twinning on the front.  Into the metal basket, she counted - two-four-six-eight-ten-twelve and one more scoop for the pot, Mama always said. Then she placed the top on the basket and maneuvered the entire set-up into the center well at the bottom of the pot.  She added the top and pressed it firmly in place.

Gwen waited for the familiar whoosh and groan as the water was sucked up through the metal tube and filtered back down through the dry coffee.

Gwen took her first sip of coffee.  The space in the doorway was empty and the coffee tasted bitter on her tongue.

                                                                                             Copyright June 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey

First line prompt for 6/17/17: I don't know what to write.

The Matched Set

         The Matched Set

             By Deborah J Lindsey

Does God know how much money you have and can He tell someone else?

The answer is ABSOLUTELY!

Thirty-Four years ago, I was a new Mom with many diapers.  Yes, the kind you
re-use.  Imagine that?  We had just moved into a different rental house and there was no washer or dryer.

One morning, David and I found ourselves parked outside the used appliance store.  We sat in the car and figured up how much we could spend.  We hoped it would be enough for a washing machine.  We were not even considering a dryer at this point.

Inside the store, we started to look at the available washers.  Almost Immediately, the salesman began to direct us to the matched sets. We didn’t think that was an option, so we resisted.

After a while however, we relented and started looking at the sets.  There were no prices listed anywhere but we were quite sure the sets were too expensive for us.

“How much for the pair?”  David finally asked.

To our amazement, the cost of the pair was the exact amount we had counted out while sitting in the car outside the store.

Not only did God know exactly how much money we had!  He let the salesman know as well!



We serve a Mighty God Who gives good gifts to His Children. He is more than able to supply our every need.


                                                     C Copyright June 2017 By Deborah J Lindsey   


Philippians 4:19King James Version (KJV)

19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Happy 34th Birthday Silas

Every year about this time, I dig out my old handwritten journal and remind myself about the wonderful blessings of our Lord and the great miracle He gave us-Silas. Silas weighed 12-10 . His birth was difficult, Worst that could be, the Dr said. Silas was without a heart beat 10+ minutes,,His apgar score was 3 at 10 minutes. Normal babies are born with a score of 7 and that number increases quickly. Drs came and told us.. "Hr will never be a normal child. He will be little more than a vegetable. and that is IF he lives and we don't think he will." I didn't believe them and told them so and they thought I was just under the influence of the drugs and didn't understand what they were telling me but I wasn't and I understood exactly what they were saying. Well. he did live and I am so happy today to report after many struggles with life,

he is a true Christian Believer and that is worth more that all the gold in the world. So happy Birthday Silas!