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Since my 85 years have started to catch up with me, I don’t cook as often, particularly experimenting with new recipes that I can share. I do still cook the family holiday meals, though, and every Sunday fix lunch for my two daughters which features a favorite recipe and is followed by 3 hours of various kinds of needlework and chatting. For these lunches, I always make something they especially like from my blogs of over 10 years and I thought it might be fun to share my Sunday desserts each week.

This Sunday’s dessert is a blackberry-apple pie that won a County Fair Best of Show ribbon for me 35 years ago (1983). The pie also won many more contests and became a favorite of the family – except for the ones who don’t like blackberry seeds. See this post from 2008 on the pie contest: https://lillianscupboard.wordpress.com/2008/07/29/the-pie-contest/


  • Servings: 9 inch pie - 6 to 8 servings
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Pastry for two-crust 9-inch pie (see link to my favorite recipe below)
3 cups blackberries
1 cup peeled & thinly sliced tart apple
3 Tblsp. quick-cooking tapioca
pinch of salt
1 cup granulated sugar
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
2 Tblsp. butter
1 Tblsp. milk
1 Tblsp. sugar mixed with 1/8 tsp. cinnamon for topping
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F

In large bowl combine berries, apples, tapioca, 1 cup sugar, and 1/2 tsp. cinnamon. Mix well and allow to set for five minutes.

Turn berry mixture in a pastry-lined 9-inch pan. Dot with butter, adjust top crust, cut vents and flute edges. Brush top with milk and lightly sprinkle with sugar/cinnamon mixture. Set pie pan on a larger flat pan to catch spills.

Bake @ 375 degrees F for 45-50 minutes. Cool on a wire rack.

My favorite pie crust recipe is here in a post from 2007:  https://lillianscupboard.wordpress.com/2007/11/15/my-sure-fire-pie-crust/

Also served: Corn-on-the-cob, grilled tilapia and a great salsa using summer produce – Peach-Pineapple-and-Tomato Salsa, found here from 2015: https://lillianscupboard.wordpress.com/2015/08/11/peach-pineapple-and-tomato-salsa/

Since my 85 years have started to catch up with me, I don’t cook as often as I used to, particularly in experimenting with new recipes that I can share. I do still cook the family holiday meals, though, and every Sunday fix lunch for my two daughters which features a favorite recipe and is followed by 3 hours of various kinds of needlework and chatting. For these lunches, I always make a favorite dessert and I thought it might be fun to share my Sunday desserts each week.

This week’s dessert was an old favorite going back to the 1970s – Alabama Peanut Butter Pie. The original post is here:  https://lillianscupboard.wordpress.com/2010/06/20/alabama-peanut-butter-pie/

Whenever I give my daughters a choice of pie, it is either Lemon Meringue or Alabama Peanut Butter. So, this week I decided on Peanut Butter Pie, which is not difficult to make but a little time-consuming.


Baked 9 inch pie shell 

Base and topping:

1 cup confectioners’ sugar
1/2 cup peanut butter


1/4 cup cornstarch
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1/4 tsp. salt
3 egg yolks
1 cup cold milk
1 cup hot milk
1/2 tsp. vanilla
1 Tblsp. butter


3 egg whites
1/4 tsp. cream of tartar
6 Tblsp. granulated sugar
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Preheat oven to 325 degrees F

To Make the Base and Topping: Mix confectioners’ sugar with peanut butter to form crumbs. Spread half of the mixture in the bottom of the baked pie shell. Reserve the other half for the topping.

To Make the Filling: In a medium size saucepan, whisk together the cornstarch, sugar and salt. Add the egg yolks, mixing well, then add the cup of cold milk. Whisk until smooth. Whisk in hot milk. Cook over medium heat, whisking constantly, until mixture begins to bubble. Reduce heat to medium low and continue cooking and whisking for 2 more minutes. Remove from heat and stir in butter and vanilla. Let cool slightly while preparing the meringue.

To Make the Meringue: In a large mixer bowl with wire beater, beat egg whites until frothy. Add cream of tartar and beat until whites begin to thicken. Add sugar one tablespoon at a time, beating until stiff and glossy. Stir in vanilla.

Spoon the hot filling on top of the crumb base in the baked shell.

Spread the meringue on top of the filling, extending the meringue to the crust to seal.

Set the pie on a flat sheet to catch crumbs, and sprinkle the reserved peanut butter mixture on top.

Bake @ 325 degrees for 10 minutes to brown meringue. Cool on wire rack.


Also served: Shannon’s Curry Chicken Salad:  https://lillianscupboard.wordpress.com/2008/06/27/shannons-curry-chicken-salad/
on toasted Spicy Honey Raisin Yeast Bread:  https://lillianscupboard.wordpress.com/2007/09/29/spicy-honey-raisin-yeast-bread/

I just realized my 10 year blog anniversary was on September 16 with this post about pumpkin pie. I started quilting when I was 70, started the blog when I was 75 and started knitting at age 83. Of course, I’ve been cooking for decades and the blog has been a good way to remember old favorites and to meet new people. Thank you to everyone who has read my posts. It’s been such fun.

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This September Sunday morning is cool, crisp and autumn-like with trees starting to show color and fall decorations beginning to appear on front doors.  It’s a perfect day for pumpkin pie.  My recipe is pretty much standard except for a few variations in spices.  I heard Garrison Keillor quote one of his radio characters, saying,  “The best pumpkin pie you ever tasted isn’t that much better than the worst,” but I don’t agree.  Homemade pumpkin pies are really good and a super-easy pie to make.  I prefer to make my pie crust but certainly frozen ones are available.


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I decided to make this wonderful cake for Sunday dinner – the first time since I blogged about it in 2011.  It’s always been a family favorite and I wonder why I don’t make it more often.  It is easy to bake, makes a large cake and stays moist and delicious for several days if it lasts that long.


To make the cake:

  • 18.25-18.5 oz. box of yellow cake mix (I use Betty Crocker Super Moist)
  • 4 eggs
  • 1/2 cup cold water
  • 1/2 cup dark rum (Bacardi)
  • 1/2 cup oil (canola)
  • 1/2 cup sour cream

Preheat oven to 315 degrees F
Grease and flour a 10-cup tube or Bundt cake pan

Place all ingredients in the large bowl of an electric mixer and beat at medium speed for 3 minutes.  Pour into greased and floured 10-cup tube or Bundt pan and bake @ 315 degrees F for approximately one hour until a tester inserted near the center of the cake comes out clean.

With cake still in pan, allow to cool on a rack for 5 minutes.

Run a knife around the edges and tube portion to loosen.  Invert cake onto rack.

While cake is cooling, make the Rum Glaze:


  • 8 Tblsp. (1/4 lb.) butter
  • 1/4 cup water
  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 1/2 cup dark rum (Bacardi)

In a small saucepan, melt the butter.  Then stir in the water and sugar.  Bring to a boil and let boil for 5 minutes.  Remove from heat and stir in the rum.

While cake is warm, poke holes in the cake with a skewer and pour the sauce over the cake.  It will take several minutes for the cake to absorb the glaze – just wait a few seconds and ladle on some more sauce until it is all used.

Let cake cool completely before cutting and serving.

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After my father was gone in the 1970s, my sister (a die-hard round dancer) persuaded my mother to get out more and to take up round and square dancing.  Mother fought the idea for awhile, but finally got up the nerve to venture out on her own and met the most wonderful man who became her dance partner and a friend of the family for many years to come.  Norton was always the perfect gentleman, soft-spoken with a dry wit, a great dancer, and a good cook.

The dances were always the occasion for good food contributed by the club members and Norton’s favorite item to bring was his famous rum cake.  Although alcohol was strictly forbidden at dances, everyone looked the other way when Norton walked in with his cake.  Erma Bombeck wrote about the joy of being at a PTA meeting and having someone bring in anything with…

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A post from five years ago – memories of VJ Day.

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In August of 1945, I was 12 years old, enjoying the last month of vacation before entering the 8th grade at old Highland School in the East End neighborhood of Cincinnati.

I was obsessed with the Cincinnati Reds who were just terrible that year, but I followed them on the radio, listening to Waite Hoyt’s expert calls interspersed with his stories about the 1927 Yankees where he had been a star pitcher and teammate of Babe Ruth.

V-E Day (the end of the war in Europe) had occurred in May and everyone was hoping and praying for the end of the war in Japan.  I remember seeing pictures in magazines of how things would be once the war was over.  I was particularly impressed with a picture of a candy store display that actually had chocolate bars along with the Chuckles gum drops, taffy and hard candy we were used…

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My mother’s 100th birthday will be this November (Martha Evelyn Mount, born November 28, 1916, in Morrow, Ohio and passed away on July 31, 1991).  When she was 72 in 1989, she made a taped recording of family stories for both sides of the family.  In her honor, and still incredulous that she sat and dictated all of this into a tape recorder by herself, I’m going to post what she wrote along with pictures whenever possible.  She had a rather rambling, random method and said whatever came to her mind at that moment, punctuated by hearty laughing.   I’ll post the stories in the order she told them and will only edit the posts to keep out anything that might be offensive or embarrassing to other members of the family.

8/89 – Family Stories Tape by Martha Applegate
Transcribed 5/19/01 by Lillian – notes in blue and in parenthesis by Lillian

My mother’s family was pretty ordinary when compared to the overly exciting Applegates.

Episode 8

mothercarMartha Evelyn Mount, ca 1918

My family wasn’t very exciting.  My mother was only 4 years old when her mother died and left quite a lot of children.

Emily Creager ConoverEmily Creager Conover, ca 1869

My mother’s mother married real well – married a rich farmer (Emily E. Creager and William Henry Conover) and they always had black people working for them – had ex-slaves working for them.  But she died when my mother was only 4 years old and there was quite a lot of them in the family. She was very proud, my mother’s mother was.  When she was a young lady she would ride the fox hunts side-saddle, a very proud lady.   (Although Grandma and all of her sisters told this story, we have not found anything to prove this prosperity in her family.)

How she come to die so young was one of the girls was taking piano lessons and she wanted to go through the room and she wouldn’t go through the room because she was pregnant.  She went through a window – jumped out of a little window – and caused her to lose the baby and she died in childbirth.

All of Mom’s brothers and sisters were well to do but Mom didn’t have very good luck – she had lost her husband so young and always had to work, but she was a very proud lady, too, and she was very strict in her way but very good to us children.  She never spanked us – I never got a spanking in my life.  But you knew when she said to do something, you done it – you knew you had to do it.  She was a little Dutch lady to begin with – her real name was Wilhelmina.  When she went to work the conductor on the railroad train when he took her ticket asked her what her name was and she said Wilhelmina Conover and he said, “Oh, go to hell and meet me Conover” and it made her so mad she changed her name to Helen.   Every time he’d see her, he’d say, “Go to hell and meet me Conover”.

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Wilhelmina Conover, ca 1906

Mom was very strict – she talked a lot of that Pennsylvania Dutch kind of talk but you didn’t dare make fun of her, she’d say, “You know what I mean” and you didn’t dare laugh at her.  I remember when Johnny, my husband, and I just got married she’d say to people, “Martha’s husband wants to make a race horse out of himself”.  What she meant was he wanted to make a race horse driver, but she’d say he wanted to make a race horse out of himself.  We always thought it was funny but we didn’t dare laugh.

Her husband, my father (George Dale Mount), died when he was only 28 – I was only 2 – I don’t have any memory of him at all but my sister (Alice Mae Mount) always said he liked her the best so I guess it’s good I don’t have any memory of him except he give me my name and I was always proud of that.  On Thanksgiving Day he come downstairs and he told my mother, he said, “I dreamed we had a little girl and we named her Martha” and she said, “Well, you better go get the doctor because I think your dream’s going to come true” and he went for the doctor and I was born before the doctor got there.  He went running down and said, “Hurry up, hurry up, doctor, the baby’s already here” and old Doc said, “There’s no use hurrying if your baby’s already here”.

George-derbyGeorge Dale Mount, ca 1909

My father (George Dale Mount) died of the flu during World War I and I always wondered where I got my love of dancing and Aunt Mabel (Mabel Conover) said I got it from him.  He loved to dance and he would dance as long as anybody would play music and he was quite a singer, too.  He died young.

My mother told me when I was little I always woke up and cried – I would cry for an hour.  Nothing they would do would stop me from crying so they just let me cry until I cried it out.  One day her and her sister, my Aunt Mabel (Conover), were sitting in the kitchen and I woke up from my nap and, of course, I sat at the top of the stairs and I cried.  They said, “Come on, Martha” and usually I would just come down one step at a time crying all the way down.  But this time I just kept crying and crying.  They said, “Come on, Martha – come on, Martha” and I’d just keep crying.  So, finally they come to look and see what I was doing and here I was, I was hanging by my heel on the carpeted steps that they had in those days and I was hanging upside-down and to this day I’m afraid to take that first step – I’m scared to death to go down stairs.

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Martha Evelyn Mount, ca 1918

I remember my first little boy friend – we called them “beaux” in those days – his name was Homer Bailey.  He was the prettiest little thing – he had blonde curly hair and blue eyes – the prettiest blue eyes.  There was only one thing – every day in school he’d wet his pants – we were just in the first grade.  And he used to walk me home from school every night and his house was beyond mine.  One day he wanted to stop and play and Mom said, “No, no!” and I never could figure out why she didn’t want me to play with that pretty little boy.

Grandma school photoMorrow School, ca 1929

Martha Mount, 2nd row, 3rd from right

Alice Mae Mount, 2nd row, 3rd from left

Grandma school closeMartha Mount, closeup

martha report card

In the next installment, Mother describes the joys of playing in and around small-town Morrow, Ohio, with her young sister, Mabel, in tow.






It’s been five years since I posted these good St. Patrick’s Day treats.  I thought it was time for a replay.


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I have a very slim Irish line in my ancestry, but I married a man who was was fiercely proud of his Irish lineage.  Frank used to take off work on St. Patrick’s Day so he could grab his green derby and head for the nearest pub to spend the day.  One St. Patrick’s Day, he showed up on the evening news coverage at Hap’s Irish Pub with his derby slightly askew,  surrounded by his cronies, waving a big mug of beer and bellowing out, “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”.  His mother said, “Jesus, Joseph and Mary, I’m mortified to death” that her friends saw him in such a state, but this is the woman who was doing the Irish jig for her grandchildren well into her 80s and who said her grandmother washed her clothes on the banks of the river Shannon.

So, I raised four mostly-Irish children and…

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