Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Great Cook Book Giveaway Begins

The sorting of my way-too-many cook books has started. Here's the first book I'm offering as a giveaway to anyone who might be interested.

It's a little 8" x 8" hardbound book entitled "Country Cookies - An Old-Fashioned Collection." There are a couple of marks and notations within as I have the (bad?) habit of making notes when I try a recipe.

The above is a shot of the back of the book.

It was written by Lisa Yockelson who also wrote "Country Pies" and "Country Cakes."

Just to make this a little interesting, if you would like a chance to receive this book, leave a comment saying so and also add where you first met your spouse or partner. (This could be your first or your third or your ex, for that matter.) I'll go first: I met my husband in an extremely hot (humid and muggy), dark and crowded (probably 300 people smooshed in the ballroom) dance at college. He tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to dance. Neither of us had ever seen the other before. Less than a year later we were married.

I'll draw a name out of a hat Friday (the 14th) when I'm shutting down for the night and announce the winner Saturday morning. Come on, don't be shy. Even if you've never commented on my blog before, go for it!


Anonymous said...

This a neat giveaway.

I met my husband at the airport. I worked for Delta and he was a sky cap. Every night at 9 he would buy dinner at the hop shop directly in full view of the ticket counter, which is where I worked. I noticed him not because he was handsome but everynight for dessert he would have a peice of apple pie. I thought if this guy likes apple pie —he has to be a great catch. Little did I know he was noticing me too.


kayceebeebee said...

I like this idea too! My husband and I went to the same high school together and are still married after 36 years! We met in Mr. Nabedric's 6th hour English class and got put together doing one of the assignments making up a short play. The play was about Cheech and Chong! Such memories!

judy said...

I'm a little unsure what you mean "to that affect"I will assume you mean the can anyone not like this book and the little extra,you say you put in it will make all that more collectible,I however would have to keep the book away from the kids story book,its so dog gone cute it looks like one.anything this author has to show us has to be delicious "ginger crisps"---sour-cream molasses and walnut fugdgies all in one book,why I'd be licking spit happy to win this prize Mable.I first met my husband at the sweet old age of 24 [ I'm a late bloomer]he came.I fell,he left,came back,I fell again,but this time I wasn't letting go .I tied that noose around his neck and pulled with all my might and made sure he was here to stay. end of story,short and sweet [ OK,I'll. tell the truth,I stole him from another gal-she did not deserve this hot marine [ beside she already had baggage] and my Jerry wanted only his own, little old life has been complete and we are committed to be to each other forever yours.The End ()<<<< kisses

Jennifer Jo said...

I met my husband in San Antonio, Texas. He was coming to visit his sister who lived in my VS unit. He pulled his red truck up to the curb and I went to the door and shook his hand. I noticed his piercing blue eyes and black hair. He noticed my hideous pink shorts and hairy legs. The end.

Claire said...

I'm always up for another cookbook! I actually only have one dedicated to cookies, and it isn't very comprehensive. Anyway, Pierre and I first met when he was asking my neighbor out. When she declined, he (semi-jokingly) turned to me to see if he'd be any luckier on that front. Gosh, with that start, can you believe we are actually married???

Hidden Haven Homestead said...

Love cookie recipes!!
Met my husband at Hardee's (burger joint). Just got to talking as we both were just retired and a year later we were married.

Sherry said...

So Neat !! I met my hubby when I came home from school and my dad had hired him to work in our sawmill, he looked up from working and all I seen was a smile that melted my heart.....almost 37 yrs ago come feb.

Amy Dingmann said...

Cute idea, my dear! And I love cookbooks!

I met my husband at my cousin's graduation party, (my cousin was his best friends sister). Somehow me and this tall guy got to talking. I noticed he had a pager on his hip and thought that was interesting. Found out he was a cop and a fireman. Told him I'd never date a cop or a fireman. Somehow we ended up married just over a year later. :)

barter411 said...

Wow. A giveaway! Are guys allowed to post? I could give her the book for Christmas (wink, wink).

After graduating from college, I was looking for my first career job in 1983. It was a bad economy that year and my tour of the west coast hadn't turned up anything. "I'm going to need more money", I told my mother from a telephone booth. She and Dad had moved all over the country leaving kids in three different states. Her secret dream was to reunite the family. "I made arrangements for you to look for work in New York. There's a nice girl there you could meet". She had met my sister's baby sitter, a nice Christian girl from the area. So I took the bait and one thing led to another right up to today: 25 years of marital bliss.

Freedom Acres Farm said...

What fun!

I met hubby in a swimming pool on a church youth group retreat. He and his brother were trying to convince me that they were friends while playing keep away with a big ball. I was in the 8th grade, he in the 9th. We dated off and on throughout high school until we got back together in my junior year and never separated again. He asked me to marry him when I was a senior, we were married a year later.

Chicken Mama said...

Okay, I'll tell my story, just 'cause it's a neat one. And all these OTHER great ones have inspired me!

I met my ex-husband while volunteering for a 500-mile sled dog race in January of 1996. I'd never done anything like that (volunteer on my own) and was fairly fresh out of a relationship gone south, so it was stepping out of the box for me. I dragged a male friend from work along with me. (Who, of course, thought I was interested in him, figured out I wasn't, and left in a huff!)

The ex and I got paired up checking teams in and out of a mandatory sleep checkpoint. I think the moment I fell for him was when you, Mom, and Dad came up one night with a quart jar filled with hot soup for me - we were working 'round the clock, and it was COLD out. I sat on a pool table inside the checkpoint bar and started eating. (I think I remember that it was Minestrone Soup!) The ex was sitting on the same pool table, and I noticed him eying my soup. I offered him a bite but said I didn't have a second spoon. He didn't mind and ate some soup with the same spoon. That was it for me! (Do YOU remember this, Mom?)

One night a bit later in the gig, he and I were standing on the frozen lake, waiting for teams to pull in. We were watching the moon and marveling at the temperature: he had a thermometer on his jacket, and it only went down to -40 F . . . which is where it was pegged. (We really have NO idea how cold it got that night.) But, there was no wind, and we were all dressed for it. As we stood there, I looked at him and said, "Can I ask you a personal question?" Yup. How old are you? I figured he was in his mid-thirties. I was 24. He said, "42". But, since the man I'd just been dating was 52 . . . 42 didn't sound bad at all! ;) He, meanwhile, was thinking, "She's WAY too young for me!"

After the volunteer stint, we went our separate ways, me keeping in contact with his friend so I could keep an eye on HIM. Of course, the friend thought it was himself I was interested in. I learned the ex was going through a messy divorce (red flag in hindsight?). In June, I sent him a card giving three options:

1. Either he didn't remember me.
2. He remembered me but didn't want anything to do with me.
3. He was dead.

(I later learned that he kept that card in his briefcase for the next 10 years . . . which is really awfully sweet.)

I said I'd love to see all the photos (riiiiight) he'd taken that January. Could we meet?

He responded in the positive, and drove up from Minneapolis to my apt. in Duluth on a sweltering August night. (I'd further rendered the apt. nearly intolerable by making a full-course, homemade EVERYTHING lasagna dinner to impress him with.)

F-o-u-r y-e-a-r-s later, we were married. (Hey, who's waving that red flag again?)

Wish I could say it was happily ever after, but you know the rest of the story. Still, it was a great way to meet! :)

Susan said...

Between my Junior and Senior years of high school, I met my first true love on a church group mission to South Dakota to work on an Indian reservation. He was the eldest of 11 children, gentle, loving and would sing Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" to me. After working for hours in the hot sun, we all came back to the church basement where we were camped out. I had sun stroke and, after hitting the A/C, I passed out and fell headfirst down the stairs - he caught me before I brained myself. We were inseparable from that point on, and when we got back we planned to be married when I graduated from high school. Then I got cold feet. I still regret it.

I don't, of course, need the cookbook, but I couldn't resist leaving a comment.

Jane @ Hard Work Homestead said...

We had gotten 40 inches of snow in two days and at the time I lived in the city. The city was paralyzed and came to a stop. Every thing was cancelled or closed. I was renting an apartment from a family friend who must have felt sorry for me all cooped up and came in his big 4 wheel drive to check on me when the snow ended. He also went to rescue his neighbor who had the business next to his. All three of us went to get provisions and to a restaurant to eat. The neighbor was like no man I ever met, I knew the moment we met this was really something. A few months later we met up again at an event and we have been together ever since. 19 years. Every year the news does a story to "remember the great blizzard". My Husband and I laugh that every year we get a memorial to when we met.

Mama Pea said...

cindy - Never underestimate the power of APPLE PIE! :o}

kayceebeebee - Isn't it great to have common memories that go that far back?

judy - Sounds to me that you and Jerry were absolutely meant to be together!

JJ - Did he get over your hairy legs or did you shave them?

Claire - I had never heard that story before! Do you regularly send that once-upon-neighbor flowers and a thank you for turning P down?

Peggy - I'd say score one for fast food places!!

Blackberry Brambles - Wise man, your father!

Mama Pea said...

Mama Tea - That's a good one! There obviously was something about that certain cop and fireman that was strong enough to change your mind!

barter411 - Can guys enter in, too? Well, of course! Welcome!

That was a wise mama who picked out the right girl for her boy!!

Freedom Acres - Aw, what a sweet story! Looks like you made the right match, eh? ;o}

Chicken Mama - I do remember that -40 night. And it was Minestrone Soup. When we got to that checkpoint and saw all the frozen, hungry looking people standing around, I wished I had brought the whole pot of soup.

Susan - I have one question: WHERE IS THIS GREAT GUY NOW??

Jane - Thank heaven for 40" snowfalls!

Karen L. said...

Being a cookieaholoic, I had to post a comment to try to win this book. So, I met my husband the first day of my freshman year of college in NJ. I was smitten but then I found out that he was seven years older than me (me being fresh out of high school) and so left him alone. But as chance would have it, we were thrown together at some point the next year and he was smitten this time. Married between our junior and senior year, graduated the next year, and then started a family. And that was 43 years ago. Yikes!

cindy said...

I love this! I met my husband while I was a car-hop at the A&W Rootbeer stand in our town. I was between my junior and senior year in high school. He was home on leave ready to head to Nam. He was gone 13 months while I finished high school and a year and a half later we were married. Bonus points for anyone who knows what a car hop was. Clue: it was not an olympic sport.

Mama Pea said...

Karen L. - Isn't it funny how 7 years can seem a HUGE difference in age at one point in our lives . . . but now it doesn't matter one hoot?

cindy - Ha! My parents met when she was a car hop and my dad and a bunch of other guys came by so you know car hops have been around for a long time!

Jenyfer Matthews said...

My children would be so grateful if I won a cookbook for cookies :)

I met my husband in grad school. Never expected to meet a man in library school!!! I was the computer lab monitor on the weekend and I suspected his interest when he would come in on weekends even though he had a computer at home :)

Chicken Mama said...

Mom, you should finish the rest of that story about Grandma & Grandpa - it's a good one!

And, your comment to Cindy of "so you know car hops have been around for a long time!" Hahahahaha! I think you just called her OLD! ;p

Mama Pea said...

Jen - I would say your hubby wasn't being very subtle! :o}

Chicken Mama - I did write a post about my mom and dad's meeting when she was a car hop. It's in the jumbled mass of my blog posts somewhere!

As far as my reply to cindy . . . ah, the power of the written word not coming across clearly! What I was trying to say was that even a generation BEFORE hers, car hops were alive and well. (You trying to get me in trouble?)