Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Coming nearly to the end of this endeavor

Yes, we are almost to the end of Tarzan and Jane's strange, but unusual eating habits; and we will end with the absolute best of the bunch. UBANGI, I BANGI, WE ALL BANGI ON THE TREEHOUSE WALL STEW

21/2 diced peeled potatoes
2 tsp salt
1 Tbls oil
2 tsps chili powder
1 recipe corn dumplings (given below)
2 cu pinto beans
1 lag. chopped onion
2 beef boullion cubes
3 lg fresh tomatoes

Mix potatoes, beans and salt and 3 cu water in good sized kettle. Sauate onions in oil. Add 2 boullion cubes. Add chilii powder and tomatoes. Stir well and add to first mixture. Bring to boil and simmer for 30 min. Drop dumplings by heating tablespoons on top of stew. Cover and simmer for 10 minutes. Causes aggressive behavior in some.


1 cu canned corn
1 cu flour
1 tsp soda
3 Tbls cornmeal
salt to taste
buttermilk to moisten

Mix ingredients until blended . Keep dough fairly stiff.


Maybe there is a large critter in your life, sniffing the air for some sweet sustenance as he comes in from swinging from tree to tree.
And, one evening very soon, after he has showered and changed his loin cloth you may present him with one of the best meals he has ever bounded through. We sincerely hope your Tarzan is a bit more talkative at dinner.

Believe it or not, we are about to end this thing, but must add just a couple more paragraphs to explain ourselves in regards to Janes's kitchen utensils. Perhaps you think we have been particularly nasty in witholding information about Jane's preparation tools. That's because they ARE particularly nasty. A blackened pot, a filthy stick and a few crummy hot rocks. UGH we simply cannot discuss it. But we have nearly forgotten Jane's all-time, top-of-the-list, very favortite: YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE HORS d' OEUVRES. DEFINETELY YUMMY SHE INSISTS. And it is only a matter of walking the banks of the river--any-river will do--and grabbing everything that moves. Our kitchen testers refer to this, "dish" as CANAPES WITH CRUNCH

Hope you've had fun, I sure have

Monday, November 23, 2009

This is the last elephant in this particular jungle

Continuing with the lost family's favorite recipes Tarzan claims everyone would love ALLIGATOR SUPREME. He says, "The chewing is so beneficial to the teeth and gums." Now, you know he never said such a thing. This character can barely grunt out more than three words in succession. Nevertheless, he did make it quite clear that the above mentioned recipe is for the more advanced cook; one who can wrestle. His actual words were,"Go slow. Carry big stick."
Now here is a goodie.
1/2 cu. shortening
1 tsp ginger
1cu molasses
!/2 tsp soda
3 Tbls baking powder
1 egg
1/4 cu sour milk
1cu raisins
1/2 cu sugar
1 tsp salt
3 cu flour
Cream shortening and sugar. Beat egg and add it too. Then add molasses, mixing well. sift flor, soda baking powder, ginger and salt. Add to creamed mixture alternately with sour milk. Add raisins. Drop by teaspoonfuls on greased baking sheet. BAke at 400 deg. about 10 minutes. Yields 7 1/2 piles...er...dozen.
From the title of that last recipe you may guess what Boy thought these cookies were the first time Jane told him what they were called as she handed him one of the little hummers. It showed he had inherited at least one of his father's traits when he accepted it without an argument. They really are very good. Even Cheetah likes them. Now that we think about it that isn't much of a recommendation, he also enjoys munching on beetles.
Grit your teeth there are only a couple more of these unique offerings to endure
You can't say they haven't been ...different shall we say?

Friday, November 20, 2009

Jane is back

Our jungle family's very favorite recipe's have not been included. We thought them a bit gamey for sophisticated appetites, (OH! Dear Jane! How far you have fallen.) However, in the interests of gourmet curiosities we will relate their names to you. Near the top of the list is, ANTHILL AMBROSIA. Jane recommends the wearing of boots for the gathering of ingredients. (Arm-pit length gloves wouldn't hurt either.)

Our next offering is; a tasty surprise.


1 frying chicken, cut-up
1/3 cu. butter
salt and pepper
1/2 cu. sliced onion
2 cu. light cream

Cheetah fooled around and came up with this recipe. Season chicken pieces with salt and pepper. Roll in flour, saute in butter. Place in greased casserole. Saute onions in drippings in pan until lightly browned. Add cream and pour over chicken. Cover tightly and bake in 325 oven for 2 1/2 hrs, or until tender. Serves 6


Thursday, November 19, 2009

Here we are back with Jane, Tarzan, and an elephant or two

Another Jungle Recipe
1 Tbls plain gelatin
2 Cu. milk
1/3rd Cu.sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
1/4 Cu cold water
2 eggs
1/8 Tsp salt
Soften gelatin in cold water. Scald the milk, add gelatin, stirring until dissolved. Combine beaten egg yolks, sugar and salt. Slowly stir in the milk and gelatin mixture. Cook over hot water until lightly thickened or about 5 minutes. Cool. When mixture begins to set add vanilla and fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Pour in to one large or six individual dishes. Chill well. FEED SOME TO THE MEANEST BOA CONSTRICTOR IN YOUR JUNGLE. YOU MIGHT GET A BIG HUG
I'd bet my mosquito net you will simply LOVE this one
1 white cake mix
1 large can crushed pineapple
1 large can apple pie filling
1 stick butter or margarine.
Grease 9 x 13 pan. Layer ingredients in this order. Pineapple, pie filling, and cake mix. Then slice margarine into pieces and cover cake mix. Pat down gently, cover tightly with foil wrap and bake at 350 degrees for 40 -45 minutes.
more later

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Jane's story Continues

At any rate Jane was found; whether by Tarzan or his constant companian, Cheetah, the chimp, is anybody's guess. Our money, if we were betting people, would be on the monkey. His human friend couldn't seem to find an erupting volcano without assistnce. He truly wasn't the cleverest individual who ever trod the jungle paths.

Edgar Rice Burroughs never imagined a, "Jane". At least we don't think he did. It was just Tarzan and the Apes, and for we ladies, that can get a little boring. Someone else thought so too apparently, for some, "romantic " came along and brought Jane into the pictures--movies that is. It certainly made it more interesting for the female audience. A beautiful cultured woman destined to spend the rest of her life with ...well, let's turn our thoughts to something a little more pleasant; like the next recipe


2 cups canned peaches, sliced
Peach juice and water to make 1/4 cup
2 Tbl Minute Tapioca
1/4 cup sugar
1/8 tsp salt
3 Tbls lemon juice

Combine tapioca, sugar, salt and liquid, (not lemon juice) in pan and mix well. Bring to boil, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, add lemon juice and fruit. It will be thin until it cools. Chill. Serves 4-5

More about Jane

So Jane and Tarzan formed an alliance. They were a couple, as Tarzan so aptly put it, "Me Tarzan" you Jane. The guy knew a good thing when he saw it. A banana and a chaw of bark may be okay for a bachelor, but something in his genes, shouted, "You Jane, you COOK.!!!"

To be continued

Friday, November 13, 2009

Through a different kind of jungle

This mini cookbook is something I've been fooling around with for awhile. A critic I know
thinks it is quite good as slapstick comedy goes and might make an acceptable, "coffee table" piece. Forgive me if you think it is the silliest piece of writing you have ever seen.
Perhaps you don't know much about Tarzan's Jane; well, she was one-in-a-million, and a good thing too. It is too horrible to contemplate more than one of our "sisters" being tossed from pillar to elephant in such rustic surroundings. Jane was a real lady, English if we remember correctly. She exuded refinement from every dirty little toe. Gentleness and charm mingled within her snarled and matted curls; definetely, "to the manor born."
Alas, poor Jane became lost in a remote area of the African jungle. It isn't clear to us now just how she got there. There is some fuzzy recollection about her having been on safari with her father. It's possible that she wandered off in search of a, "ladies room" and shockingly found herself stuck amongst the briars and the pricklies unable to free her delicate self without unthinkable embarrassment. And so, there she remained until...Enter, Tarzan, the King of the Jungle; a man not clear-headed about finding his OWN way back to civilization by most accounts., (actually, EVERY account paints him as a rather slow dunderhead.) He, himself, had been lost since childhood and didn't know it. And, in spite of seeing his quite human face mirrored in every mud hole south of Egypt , the fellow believed himself to be one of the Great Hairy Ones, an ape.
What can we say, except it wasn't his eyesight that made him famous, it was Edgar Rice Burroughs, the author who fictionalized our man of the jungle.
If we were reading a real book at the moment I would tell you to turn the page and take the first step into the leaf-shadowed world of Jane's "kitchen" and some unusual---we might even call it bizarrw--cuisine. So, go ahead, pretend we are reading a book
First Recipe
Acey Deucy Juicy Watusi Dessert
3 cu diced rhubarb
1/3cu honey
1 egg beaten
1 tsp vanilla
1 cu flour1/4tsp salt
3 Tbls orange juice
1 Tbl butter 1/2cu honey
2 Tble sour cream1/4 tsp soda
Preheat oven to 350 and grease an 8x8 inch pan. Arrange rhubarb in pan. Mix orange juice and honey. Drizzle over rhubarb and dot with butter. In medium bowl combine egg, honey vanilla and sour cream. Mix flour salt and soda. Add to egg mixture. Spread batter over rhubarb and bake about 30 minutes, or until nicely browned. ONE DISGRUNTLED OLD CHIEF BECAME PERFECTLY GRUNTLED AFTER JANE SERVED HIM A BANANA LEAF FULL OF THIS TREAT.
(These are actual recipe's from an old book as the saying goes: only the names have been changed.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


"Yesterday's Grief"
The falling rain of yesterday is ruby on the roses, silver on the poplar leaf , amd gold on willow stem; the grief that fell just yesterday is silence that encloses God's great gifts of grace, and time will never trouble them.
The falling rain of yesterday makes all the hillside glisten, coral on the laurel, and beryl on the grass. The grief that fell just yesterday has taught the soul to listen for whispers of eternity in all the winds that pass.
O faint of heart, storm-beaten, this rain will shine tomorrow, flame within the columbine and jewels on the thorn, Heaven in the forget-me-not; though sorrow now is sorrow, yet sorrow will be beauty in the magic of the morn.
This poem was written by Katherine Lee Bates. I can't say I understand all of it, but it seems to cry out to be looked into a little deeper. Let me know how you feel about it.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I have become a near-brunette again. I was just suddenly overcome lately with the urge to see what was under the varigated situation adhering to my scalp. I say" near" because there are still some stubborn grey hunks that won't go along with the program. But yes, that is me hiding out under Dark Chestnut #14 or, whatever it said on the bottle of dye. Actually that mass of hair on the attached picture was also mine a whole lot of years ago.
The comments of friends and relatives have been many. An example is, "What have you done!"
I can't even say, "Only my hairdresser knows." I couldn't wait for an appointment with her so I mixed, stirred, and whipped up the coloring myself and proceeded to dribble it over my tresses. Really, I don't have tresses any longer; they were transformed into hanks awhile back when they began to turn an icky grey shade and have the texture of pot scrubbers. Naturally, I wanted to cover them up; am I crazy?
There are few physical bummers a person can actually alter without the help of a surgeon. Even a goodly amount of pounds has to be vacuumed off with the liposuction procedure.
Hair, however, may be changed, and we have so many choices today. There is a whole color spectrum from which to choose. The purple appealed for a micro-second, but, I wanted my mother to continue speaking to me. For some reason, she has come to believe hair has some sacred spot in the scheme of things and prefers that all of us leave it in whatever state it gets to over the years. She has conveniently forgotten the Henna she put on her hair when I was small. I remember it though. It was the most awful looking muddy gunk you ever saw. According to her it never happened. She suggested I must have mistaken it for a stew she was making. oh yeah, and the little empty bottle under the sink didn't say, "Henna" either.
I am all for change, that is why January 1st appeals to me...resolution time...except that I don't do well at keeping the resolutions for long. I usually go down to defeat around the 2nd or 3rd of that month.
No, I am not good ar resolutions, but I have all kinds of ideas concerning changes and a lot has to do with hair. My family will tell you. They are never sure whenever they will be greeted at my door by a platinum blond in a baseball cap, a pixie with less hair than most arms, or the wild and crazy coiffure of Cruella DeVille from 101 Dalmations