Peach Upside Down Cake
1/3 cup butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
6 peeled and sliced peaches
2/3 cup sugar
1 cup self-rising flour
¼ cup of milk
Preheat oven to 350º F. Use a 9 or 10 inch cast iron skillet. Put butter and brown sugar into skillet and place over low heat to blend and cook until mixture bubbles, remove from heat and arrange peach slices over sugar mixture. Break eggs into a mixing bowl and beat until thick and fluffy, add sugar and beat until thick. Fold in flour and milk alternately. Spoon batter lightly over the peaches. Bake for 25 minutes. Cool in skillet for 10 minutes. Then invert into serving plate. (Most experienced cooks have this recipe, or possibly one even better.)
I was thinking of Daddy. It always happens around this time of year. With so many memories surfacing in my mind, I decided to bake a peach upside down cake, his favorite dessert in our home. I could take some of the cake to Mama.
To share my memories with anyone, I must say first of all that Daddy loved the Bible. I’m still learning about him, hearing stories about how he helped one person or another. Or, very often it’s something funny he said or did. I could go on and on with recollections of what he meant to me; but at this moment with my writing, it is his value of humor and smiling even when it hurts that is a shining example for me.
Excerpt from my book, soon to be published by Amazon – A French Opportunity
“In New York, we rode the subway, a surprising experience for a young girl used to riding around on country and small town roads in cars and trucks. Daddy had to stand on our first subway ride, and he was definitely unprepared for this new mode of travel. He didn’t realize he should grab a strap or bar and hold on! When the train car started to move he stumbled and swayed all over the place to gain his footing. He joked that he knew where Elvis learned the “Twist.” People around us laughed. He knew a good joke when he heard it, even if he was the creator, so he told that one, reenacting the gyrations, for many laughs and knee slaps by the men who visited in his cabinet shop when he returned home.
Humor covers so many awkward moments. It’s a common language when words are not mutually understood. A smile and a humble display of humor opens doors, leaves a good impression, creates new relationships, and it should be packed in any traveler’s luggage.
The jokes I heard were simple, clean and just plain “corny.” Daddy tuned to the Grand Ole Opry radio show and later to Hee Haw on TV since they had the brand of humor and songs that he liked. I turned up my nose at most of it, but those songs and jokes penetrated my personality anyway.”
On September 18, 2001, we were gathered for the news that George Reeves had died. There was no humor or laughter for us on that somber day. Daddy had those days in his life too, days of grief, pain and distress. Perhaps to overcome those times he developed his cheerful, hopeful and even entertaining outlook. Although, most of his jolly personality was natural, shaped by his upbringing and bubbling over wherever he went.
Jim listened to my outpouring and comforted me saying, “I’m just glad he let me marry you. He put me through the wringer there for a while, testing me out as to whether I was good enough for his daughter. But let me tell you one thing, you had better not keep a calendar on the wall with the date of my departure circled when I kick the bucket.”
“Don’t you worry, I don’t even have a calendar on the wall except the 2003 French calendar. The only calendar I will check is the computer Outlook calendar to see whether you finished your ‘Debbie Do list’. Are you ready to go yet? What are you doing now?”
Jim said: “I’m watching the hummingbirds at the feeder. They’re not flying gentle-like to the flowers, the little dudes are zooming around almost colliding in the air and dive-bombing your zinnias. I think that sugar water has fermented into rum, and they’re high on too many shots from the feeder.”
“Jim, do you have a license for that operation?”
Don’t tell me I married him because he is like Daddy!
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