Read Mennonite Girls Can Cook Online
Authors: Lovella Schellenberg,Anneliese Friesen,Judy Wiebe,Betty Reimer,Bev Klassen,Charlotte Penner,Ellen Bayles,Julie Klassen,Kathy McLellan,Marg Bartel
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Marg
Our family loves asparagus. In our early years on the dairy farm, we often enjoyed fresh asparagus from our neighbor’s garden. To this day, my children love nothing more than melted butter poured over freshly cooked asparagus. This past year I decided to try a new version and here is a recipe that passed my family’s inspection. Do not be afraid to introduce something new to your family or friends.
Marg says
I
have fond memories of the train and car trips our family took from British Columbia to Winnipeg, Manitoba, to visit my grandparents.
In my earlier years, those holidays were spent at Grandma and Grandpa Regehr’s little farm. It was a novelty to feed the chickens, collect eggs, and run about the farmyard. Inside the farmhouse was a root cellar with a trap door. I loved going down the little set of stairs to help pick a jar of jam or pickles. Grandma usually made our requested favorites:
Wareneki
, cabbage rolls,
Zwieback
, and wonderful apple pies or
Perishky
.
After supper we would gather in their living room. While Grandma crocheted, she and Grandpa would ask us about our lives, and we listened as they told stories of their years in Russia. Though the years were hard, they had such thankful hearts.
Grandma told us how she learned to help others by the example of how others had helped them. When her family moved to Canada they were very poor. Since the train passed by their farm, travelers would come to their door asking for food. She usually had a little something to share with those who had less than her family had. Her love for God, Grandpa, family, and others was evident.
When Scot and I started our family we lived in the same town as my parents. Our girls did not have to travel far to visit their Grandpa and Grandma Janzen. Grandma’s house was the next best place to home. Meal times were fun and Grandma’s food was the best.
As our girls got older, they spent time having meaningful conversations with my mom, who was gifted in relationship building. She modeled her love and devotion for Jesus, as well as her love and commitment to her husband. The year after both of our daughters married, my mom passed away. Several months later I became a grandma to our only granddaughter. Since then our daughters and sons-in-law have each added two sons to their families.
Being a grandma is the icing on my life. Scot and I are enjoying our five grandchildren, and when they come running in the door for supper, a play day, or extended visit, their warm hugs, smiles, and playful little voices steal my heart. While Grandpa pulls out high chairs and booster seats, I fill sippy cups and tie bibs on the youngest ones. These sweet visits are worth every crumb under the table, toy on the floor, or blanket that needs to be washed. Having these little children to love and spend time with is a gift and privilege that comes with a responsibility: to live my life in a manner that reflects Jesus to them.
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—Kathy
When my mom invited guests for lunch, she would serve these savory pinwheels along with hot cheese sauce. There was usually a crisp garden salad served on the side.
Kathy says
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Anneliese
My mother-in-law raised and fed nine children, along with a few extras that came to the table, without using a single recipe book. Often she had to improvise and make do with whatever she had on hand. One of my favorite meals from when I joined the family was Bubbat, which she served along with chicken Borscht and Plumimoos (cold fruit soup) for dessert.
As a newlywed, I attempted to make this recipe, but the words in the Mennonite cookbook threw me for a loop: “Flour to make a stiff dough (then) pour into greased pan.” What did that mean?
Much later into my marriage I found out that my mother-inlaw had a hand-written recipe in her possession, which she rarely referred to, relying instead on her memory. When I tried making Bubbat according to her recipe, I called her up and asked, “Did you put in 4 cups of flour, like it says?” She said, “Put in more if it’s not enough.” What’s not enough? I finally got it out of her that you should be able to stir it with a wooden spoon. So, that’s the secret. It all depends how strong your arm is, especially when you decide to quadruple this recipe!
Anneliese says