The Move is Complete

Welcome to News From Nestle Inn. Yesterday I moved this blog from Wordpress over here to Blogger. There were restrictions on Wordpress that I thought wouldn't matter. But after a year I have found the need to expand, and I believe Blogspot will be a nice foundation for such a move.

This is actually the first post I have written here (all other posts were imported), and therefore the move is complete. I hope you like what you're reading and continue to visit. Please don't hesitate to leave a comment every now and then. It would be nice to hear from you.

So, until next time... get outside and grab some sun.

Spiced Pumpkin Cheesecake

I'm learning how to make cheesecake. And it's actually an enjoyable experience. My friend Mary gave me a Cooks Illustrated Baking Book a couple of weeks ago, and while she was visiting I had the opportunity to make the Lemon Cheesecake from the recipe on page 342.  Mary loved it, but I wasn't thrilled even though the texture was consistent and there weren't any cracks. So, yesterday I tried my hand at the Spiced Pumpkin Cheesecake on page 339. I was pleased with the result. It even tastes good.

Well, now I need to make another; have to keep accumulating knowledge. Maybe the New York Style Cheesecake.

Who said learning wasn't fun? Although, I hope the neighbors don't get tired of my baking.  I'd hate to run out of taste testers.

Feet

Over a year ago I had a guest who traveled here to Michigan from Oklahoma to visit her father. During her visit she had the opportunity to acquire some family history all bound up in several large, old ledgers. The handwritten daily entries dated from the late 1800's to the 1950's. Among the numerous artifacts contained in these books were notations of how many pigs or cows were sold or butchered, who owed what, and recipes  to make soap, chicken feed, and pig wormer; who was born, who died, who got married or divorced. I was right in my glory when my guest allowed me to copy some of the items I found interesting. Actually, all of it was interesting, but I only had so much ink and paper. To me, family history is the foundation of where we live. And every family has interesting history.

Among the items and entries I copied were newspaper clippings. One such is dated August 2, 1927 and it was a regular newspaper column titled "Lyrics of Life" by Douglas Malloch where poetry was the theme. I have typed the poem below.

I am unaware of what town newspaper the clippings originated from that I found in the old ledgers, but it had to be from a city in the southwest part of Michigan where the family was once established. Thank you to Mikki Mast for her generosity in allowing me to rifle through her family history.

Feet

by Douglas Malloch

Feet go walking up and down,

Taking folk all over town,

Great big feet in great big shoes,

Little feet like babies use,

Quiet feet like mothers wear,

Noisy feet that just don't care,

Children's feet that romp and run,

Old, old feet whose romp is done.

People seldom think about

How their feet help people out,

Take them where they want to go,

Just as though they seemed to know,

Always take them somewhere, then

Always bring them back again.

People don't appreciate

How their feet just work and wait.

Father talks about his hands,

But it's on his feet he stands.

Sister talks about her face,

That won't take her any place.

People go buy hats to wear,

But their feet must fetch them there.

Feet, no matter what one spends,

Are just about our best of friends.