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What the heck is Lokshyna??
Lokshyna is a Ukrainian “tasteless” egg noodle casserole. And it’s easy to make! (And cheap.)
All you need is: 1 pkg egg noodles (cooked) 2 eggs -beaten
2 Tbs butter 1/2 C heavy cream
1/2 tsp salt (Or Sour cream or milk)
*and whatever you want that sounds tasty.
Traditional Lokshyna is just the base recipe with a little cloves and sometimes 1 C cottage cheese thrown in-
WE happen to LOVE it with some cooked diced bacon (and the fat.. or at least some) and sometimes Ham and onions. It is also good with 1/2 C cheese and some spinach.
~In large bowl -Combine the cooked noodles with melted butter. Add in the eggs, salt and sour cream. Mix well. Pour into a greased cake pan.
You can also make this in a bunt pan. Some of the old timers do this and fill the center with ‘stuff’. Usually something like Deviled Ham or some such craziness.
Also if you melt some butter and mix it with bread crumbs and sprinkle on top before baking, it gives the Lokshyna a crunchy top.
Bake 350 for 45 minutes. *doubles and triples easily*
(Happy Eating in Ukrainian)
Always an adventure.
The hubby tries. He really does.
But you would think, being that we actually live in the same house- he would KNOW my tastes…
I have learned over the years to be pretty specific.
There was the year that I had mentioned new pots and pans were needed… (waaaaaaaay before Christmas!) and an Electric Skillet with 5 pounds of Potatoes appeared
This year my list looks a lot like a ransom note.
I cut out pictures of item specific things I would like and pasted them to paper along with Where they could be gotten. I only listed the stores I actually thought he would go IN
Fingers are crossed!
We are building a new house this spring. WE.. as in WE are doing ALL the finish work. We had the shell and rough plumbing contracted.
Have you ever done anything important TOGETHER??? It is challenging.
Todays challenge was we had to take down several trees so the house could go up. Two were dead. Two were my favorite little apple trees. 40 year old apple trees!
Beautiful, droopy, cozy little apple trees.
I was OK with the first three. But I totally turned Tree Hugger on the last one!
We had hubby’s dad come over and run the chain saw. Hubby wasn’t ready to trust me with either the tractor (with the cable) or the chainsaw.
I personally think it was because we live in old school “Man’s Country” and some things are simply “Men’s Work”.
I can hear that old jingle from George of the Jungle… “George. George… George of the Jungle…watch out for that treeeeeeeeeeeee”
Once upon a time in a far off land… Ok, more like a in a little town nobody has ever heard of..
We won the BEST BUSINESS award for Washington County. I almost wasn’t ALLOWED to accept it.
This little café was smack in the center of town. A tiny town. 96 people. A town where time stood still. Literally. The home of the ‘old boys club’. A staunch old school German community. 130 miles from Denver and another 60 or so to St. Francis, KS. ~If you wanted food, you were getting it here. ~
We worked our rumps off to make this place a success. We had regular customers that would drive 50 miles just for our fried chicken! We tons of truck traffic and catered far and wide. Tony had been a well known chef in Denver before we made the move. I worked extra hours so we’d have the money to employ the teenagers an moms that came looking for work. We had a wonderful friend, also an award-winning chef from California come join us, as well as the Mom-in-law.
In our neck of the woods, there were many organizations one could join. However… MEN were the end all-be all of the area. If a woman showed up for say, an economic development meeting, it was “Understood” that it was by Proxy as a stand in for her husband. And that everything would be rehashed with HIM the following morning over coffee.
We were awarded Best Business of the Year by Washington County. This was for our efforts to attract business and for being the main employer after the rural school. (The elevator had shut down)
So, we dress up. And we go. Dinner was good. The company was interesting. I think many of them were a little uncomfortable. It was mostly men, all patting themselves on the back.
They announce the award. I stand up. Shannon is clapping wildly. And…… SILENCE. Utter and complete silence. The very nice fellow looks around asks when is your Husband going to get here? I said that he was unable to attend. And he said that if They Had Known , they would have waited until another date.
I popped a cork. And let the Old Boys Club know in no uncertain terms what I thought about that.
I got the award.
Just goes to show… sometimes you have to blaze new trails!
I am A Good Wife…. Bwahahahahahah~ NOT…
It is not that I don’t try… But sometimes my intentions just don’t work out like I thought!
And on that note…. One of my favorite cookbooks is “The Brides Book” 1936
It is loaded with all manner of useful tips on being a GOOD WIFE… I also possess several others that read like novels… Here are some Tips for YOU:
“Your house-dress should be wide enough for action, but not so wide it will get in your way or make you trip on stairs or the ladder.”….. “A house-dress should also be able to achieve a ‘nipped-in’ hourglass definition when corralled by your crisp and clean apron.”
~Yeah- That one’s worked out really well for me.~ (a touch of sarcasm there)
“Never complain. Never show strain”
“Always wear the proper foundation garments“
Advice on keeping your man:
“The moment your world-weary office gladiator plants one wing-tipped foot through the vestibule, like an earthbound Tinkerbell, you shall flit around him until he wants for no more.~Delivering the high-ball, the newspaper, his slippers and the dinner with a SMILE and eyes overflowing with adoration.”
“You should also eagerly ask questions about his day, benching your own news until further notice”
(that one isn’t working
out to well for Hubby…)
So….How good of a wife are YOU? I’d love to hear from you!