Puff Pancake

Lemon Puff Pancake with Berries‏
pancake
1 tablespoon butter
1/3 cup King Arthur Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
heaping 1/8 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 large eggs
1 tablespoon melted butter
topping
1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
confectioners' sugar (I don't use this)
fresh berries
tips from our bakers
If you're using a cast iron skillet, it should measure 9" across the top; its bottom diameter will be smaller. This recipe is easily doubled. If you don't have more than one skillet, use a combination of skillet and cake pan; or simply use two 8" round cake pans. 
directions
1) Preheat the oven to 425°F. Lightly grease a 9" cast iron skillet, or 8" round cake pan. The size of the pan matters here, so measure carefully. Too small, it'll overflow. Too large, it won't puff as high.
2) Melt the butter in the skillet, or melt the butter and pour it into the cake pan.
3) Whisk together the flour and salt.
4) In a separate bowl, whisk together the milk, vanilla, and eggs.
5) Add the liquid ingredients to the dry ingredients, whisking until fairly smooth; a few small lumps are OK. Stir in the melted butter, and pour the batter into the pan.
6) Bake the pancake for 15 to 20 minutes, or until it's puffed and golden, with deeper brown patches.
5) Remove it from the oven, and sprinkle with the lemon juice, then the sugar.
6) Serve immediately, garnished with fresh berries.
7) Yield: 1 or 2 servings.

Hearing

I have the sort of voice that must be difficult to hear for those who are hearing impaired. I know from living with Leonard that he only gets about half of what I say and then he fills in with what he thinks I said. Later he will say: "But you said. . ." He gets quite upset with me when I say I did NOT say that. Some words sound like others to him. So he puts them in and then makes up what he needs to to make it all fit. It can be upsetting but I am learning to say: "I don't know what you heard but that is not the case." Usually he will then say: "Oh, well, it doesn't matter." The only problem is that sometimes it does. He can hear me yelling which is upsetting to the rest of you, his children, but at times speaking very loudly at him is the only thing to be done. The ear doctor said his problem is common to deaf people. Some words sound much like others and, if you can't hear the consonant, then you put one in that makes the word mean something. The brain, if it goes without the ears hearing for a period of time, forgets how to interpret the sound. Consonants are the worst. The sad thing about all of this is that, at times, Dad looks like he is confused when he would not look that way or be unclear about a response  if he heard what was said. I usually jump in and tell him what was really said (more loudly) and then the other person will start talking louder. Both the speaker and my husband then seem to understand that what my husband answered had nothing to do with what was asked.

Another Pulled Pork for Temple Party for Ann Carter

Five-Star Slow Cooker Pulled Pork
"Pork simmered in root beer makes all the difference. Topped with your favorite BBQ sauce, it's sure to bring rave reviews."
Reviews (2,232)
Yield 25 servings
Ingredients
6 pounds pork tenderloin
3 (12 fluid ounce) cans or bottles root beer
3 (18 ounce) bottles your favorite barbecue sauce
25 hamburger buns, split and lightly toasted
Directions
Place the pork tenderloin in a slow cooker; pour the root beer over the meat. Cover and cook on low until well cooked and the pork shreds easily, 6 to 7 hours. Note: the actual length of time may vary according to individual slow cooker. Drain well. Shred cooked pork. Stir in barbecue sauce. Serve over hamburger buns.

Lots of Concern

Myrna wrote: Dad told me to fast for you because your doctor in Boston called and said that you may have leukemia. What made the doctor there concerned after all these months? Have you checked with your primary care physician in Texas? Is there need for more concern? Please let us know what is happening.

Melanie wrote: I don't know anything about that. If my doctor called, no one told me. Did he mean Nanci? Did Howard call him and not tell me? I have been with Siovhan and haven't talked to my Massachusetts doctors since February. Mel

Myrna wrote: Dad must not have heard right. He said he talked to you and no one else. He was not thinking of Nanci.

Melanie wrote: I haven't talked to Dad in over a week. He called my cell phone while I was helping Siovhan move, and when he couldn't get me he called the house phone and talked to Braden. I don't know what he was thinking. 

I know when we talked while I was there, we talked about my cancer scare from last year with the ovarian cyst surgery. I told him that I go in every three months to be checked and monitored, but I am doing well. 

Not sure what he heard. He told me that my voice is one of those voices that he only can hear half of the words that I say, even with his hearing aid in. I wasn't surprised by that. It was that way at the nursing home...many of the residents there loved me because they could only hear half of what I said. :)

Love you.
Mel

Siovhan Move

Myrna wrote: Is Siovhan all settled now? I hope she found her ward, a good grocery store and knows her way around. It takes time to really snuggle in and feel comfortable.

Melanie wrote: We did attend her ward. Her Bishop and Relief Society President are fabulous. It was a tough move. We did all the packing and her former Bishop and Home Teacher came by to help us load the furniture. I had all the boxes and things in the truck all ready. When we got to Beaverton (Portland suburb), the Bishop had told Howard to have us there by noon...he told the EQ President we would be there at 11. The EQ President showed up and didn't see us. He waited for twenty minutes. We drove in at 11:30. We just missed each other. I had to hire two Latin/Americans to help us haul the furniture into Siovhan's apartment. We did the rest of the work. Unfortunately, that meant that I had less time to help her put things away. 

We got most of the stuff done, she has three boxes of books and all her clothes to sort out. I had to glue and nail her dresser together, her Bishop broke the top off. Therefore, she couldn't put her belongings away until the glue dried. 

She is now trying to adapt to being awake when the world is asleep and vice versa. I have been more worried about that and the effects on her health than I have been about any other thing. I just remember how hard that was for dear Kirsten.

Love, 

Mel