Oh the comfort--
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person--
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together,
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

"Friendship" by M. M. Craik

Saturday, December 8, 2012

The First Snow

The following poem looks like it was cut from the pages of a church bulletin or a newsletter. The back side has a recipe for Walnut Bourbon Balls and the beginning of a recipe for Stuffing Louis.  I'd love to see the whole stuffing recipe, it sounds interesting. I will post the bourbon balls recipe though, just for fun, although I haven't tried it myself.  The author of this poem is a "Schultz."  I can't find any other citing of this poem through a google search.

Just along about December
when the autumn fast has fled.
And the winter winds are howling
in the country lanes instead.
When the sun no longer sparkles
and the world grows cold and still.
And the trees are bare and lonely,
on the top of yonder hill--
There's a chill that says it's winter
and it won't be long, we know.
Till we're greeted one fine morning
with a world that's white with snow.
All the pines decked out in silver,
what a lovely sight to see.
And a cloud as soft as cotton,
where the sunshine used to be.

Walnut Bourbon Balls
contributed by Grace Schwartz
2 1/2 cups finely crushed packaged vanilla wafers
1 cup powdered sugar
2 TBS cocoa
1 cup finely chopped walnuts
3 TBS corn syrup
1/4 cup bourbon or rum
powdered sugar
Mix first 4 ingredients well.  Add syrup and bourbon and mix well. 
Roll into 1" balls and roll in powdered sugar.

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