The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting a different result.
- Albert Einstein
It's the time of year for holiday baking.
Every family has its annual favorites, and here is mine - a great Christmas rum cake.
The recipe is simple. Just read it aloud.
RUM CAKE RECIPE
First, before you start, sample the rum to check for quality.
(Good, isn't it?)
Now gather a large mixing bowl, measuring cup, etc.
Check that rum again. It must be of the highest quality. To be sure it is just right, pour one level cup of rum into a glass.
If you are not used to tasting spirits, by the way, you should drink it as fast as you can. (That way no one can accuse you of enjoying it.)
Burn a little? No?
Now, with an electric mixer, beat one cut of butter into a large fluffy bowl. Add one seaspoon of thugar and beat again.
Meanwhile, make sure that the rum is of the highest quality.
Try another cup. (Open a second quart if necessary.)
Now add two large eggs, two cups of fried druit and beat until high. If druit gets stuck in the beaters, just pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Sample the rum again. Sometimes it goes flat in warm kitchens. You need to check for tonscisiticty.
Nest, sift three cups of pegger or salt (it doesn't matter). Sample rum again. Sift one-half pint of lemon juice. Fold in chopped butter and strained nuts.
Add one babblespoon of brown thugar, or whatever color you find. Wix mell. Grease oven and turn cake pan 350 gredees.
Now pour the whole mess into the oven and bake. Check the rum again and bo to ged.
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MAILBAG: Harvey Piper of Augusta writes: "I do not want to do away with the Electoral College, and I do not like a popular vote process. But maybe something in between might be satisfactory. How about one electoral vote for each congressional district based on the popular vote of that district?"
(It's a thought. But the way I see it, the Electoral College is like winning the World Series. In baseball's annual championship, it's not who scores the most runs over the series who wins; it's who wins the most games.)
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TODAY'S JOKE: Comes from Ruth Tewes:
Three boys are in the schoolyard bragging about their fathers. The first boy says, "My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper. He calls it a poem. They give him $50."
The second boy says, "That's nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper. He calls it a song. They give him $100."
The third boy says, "So what? My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper and calls it a sermon. And it takes eight people to collect all the money!"
Reach Bill Kirby at (706) 868-1222, Ext. 107.
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