Pineapple Fluff Pie

This is a great simple pie to make. You do need at least 4 hours to chill.

Ingredients

  • 1 can of crushed pineapple (drained)
  • 1 cup of grated coconut shreds
  • 1 cup of whipped topping
  • 1 8 ounce package of softened cream cheese
  • 1 pkg instant lemon pudding mix
  • 1 Graham cracker crust

Directions

  1. Make sure you cream cheese is very soft.
  2. Using a mixer on low, fold in your pudding mix
  3. When well mixed, fold in by hand, 3/4 of the can of drained crushed pineapple.
  4. Fold in, by hand, the coconut shreds.
  5. Fold in the whipped topping by hand.
  6. Keep folding until well mixed.
  7. Pour into Graham cracker crust.
  8. Sprinkle remaining drained pineapple on top.
  9. Chill for a minimum of 4 hours. Overnight is best.

Enjoy. My husband also likes to eat this all mixed up with the crust throughout, this is referred to as “Pineapple Fluff” which in itself is a fantastic treat!

Until next time,

Mrs. Kay Lynn Rice 🍍

I Remember

I Remember
Kay Rice

I remember your smile the first time I saw your face.
That devilish grin, took me back to a familiar place.
The spark in your eyes reminded me of a time
When life was so simple and a crush felt divine.

I remember the first time I saw your tears,
It was the first time you told me ‘No more fears’.
The sadness that caused your soul to cry for me,
Gave me the longing, the desire to be free.

I remember the first time you called me your doll.
The surprise that it caused me on that evening’s call.
The tenderness in the word that you spoke in one name,
Took away all my feelings of doubt and years of shame.

I remember the first time you held me, kissing my lips.
I can still feel the lightning rush from your fingertips.
That one single kiss gave my heart such a jolt,
I could feel my heart beat like a grand thunderbolt.

I remember the first time you lay down at my side,
My fears that day, ran so deep they were unable to hide.
Your gentle touch and your words, I soon fell asleep,
Cradled in your arms and your love so deep.

I remember the day when I saw your strength,
The tests and the measures you took to great length.
That was the day when you gave me your wings,
That was the day you taught me to sing.

I remember the day you got down on one knee,
When you looked up and you asked to marry me.
The love in your heart shown through your eyes,
The day I knew you would never say good-bye.

I remember each morning, through each day,
I hold in my heart each kiss, each word you say.
I know that today will be a memory in a flash,
I know that time with you always goes too fast.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
KAY RICE

Lime Dream Pie

This is a simple no bake pie that is sure to wow and please. Perfect for Sunday company or a family gathering.

Ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup of real lime juice
  • 1 14 ounce can of sweetened condensed milk
  • 4 ounces cream cheese softened
  • 2 cups of whipped topping
  • 1 baked pastry pie shell
  • 3 drops of natural food coloring
  • Thin slice lime and extra whipped topping if you like.

Directions:

  1. Beat lime juice and condensed milk until well mixed.
  2. Fold in softened cream cheese. Fold until no lumps
  3. Fold in 2 cups whipped topping until no lumps.
  4. Add in 3 to 4 drops of natural green food coloring, stir until no white streaks. Add additional drops to your liking of color.
  5. Pour into baked pastry pie shell.
  6. Decorate with thin slices of lime dipped in sugar and or additional whipped cream.
  7. Refrigerate until serving.

Enjoy!

Until next time,

Mrs. Kay L. Rice

And…

And…

Kay Rice
June 04, 2013

And in the silence, he came to me,
Kissed my lips and made me free.
Breaking a spell cast by fate,
Opened the doors, sealed by hate.
Lifting me up to walk by his side,
Facing life with eyes, open wide.

And under the blanket of the night,
He took my hand and taught me to fight.
Placing his heart in my crippled chest,
Taking my own, to heal and to rest.
Breathing into my lungs new air,
Healing scarred skin, naked and bare.

And the crippled, fragile soul he saved,
Stands here beside him, strong and brave.
No longer a shadow, that hides in fear,
No longer to cry, empty, frozen tears.
He kisses my lips, and pulls me in tight,
Every day is a battle, and together we fight.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
DO NOT USE WITHOUT WRITTEN CONSENT OF KAY RICE

Sword to Sword

Sword to Sword
Written by Kay Rice

She gave her all in battles each day.
By her love and the the sea, they say.
Years, oceans and time did blend.
Entwined in a battle that never will end.

Two fiery souls, bound by the siren’s call.
Flying one flag, swearing never to fall.
Days filled with treasures, dreams of gold.
Nights filled with stars and laughter bold.

The love of the sea became their bond.
Their hearts entwined becoming one song.
Sword to Sword, adventures they sought.
Two separate souls sharing one heart.

She gave her all in battles each day.
Until the steel struck true and took her away.
Falling in battle as he turned around.
Her blood, the ocean took, as she lay down.

Her eyes of blue, smiling, looked up at him,
“With this, our adventure does not end”.
His wails were heard above the battle high.
Into a frenzy, they say, he began to fly.

Refusing to allow the sea to take her away.
Her words gave him strength on that fatal day.
And in a moment, as the angels looked down.
His sword was dropped to the bloody ground.

Legends still tell that if you stand and listen here.
The two joined in battle, together, will appear.
Back to back, sword to sword they continue to fight,
For adventures, treasures and their love, every night.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Triple Berry Cobbler

Nothing says home like an old fashioned cobbler.  They are quick to make and are eaten even faster!  The perfect dessert for a gathering or family.  Served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream while still warm and you will melt!

20180914_2014401601170762.jpg
Mrs. Rice’s Triple Blueberry Cobbler

Filling:

  • 4 cups of mixed berries.  I enjoy Raspberries, blueberries and black berries.  However, you can mix this up as you like.
  • 1 cup of raw honey
  • 1/2 cup of sugar
  • 2 tablespoons of corn starch
  1. In a very large bowl, mix your berries (with your hands) with the sugar and the corn starch.
  2. Once the berries are well coated, add in your honey.  Using a large wooden spoon, fold the berries so the honey coats well.
  3. Pour into a large casserole pan.

Pie Crust Top:

This is a very basic pie crust, and my husband says he prefers a “drop crust” which to me is not a cobbler, but to each his own.  A drop crust is like sweet drop dumplings, which I am not going to cover here.

  • 1 1/4 cups of lard
  • 3 cups of flour
  • 1 tbsp of sugar
  • a pinch of salt
  • 1 to 2 tbsp of water
  1. In a large bowl add your flower, sugar and salt.
  2. Add in your lard and “cut” into the flour mixture (I use two butter knives to cut) until there are “marble sized” balls.
  3. Finish mixing with your hands, adding in the water if need be.  You do not want your dough too dry or too wet.
  4. Using parchment paper, sprinkle some flour on the bottom parchment paper add the ball of dough, a dusting of flour on the top and the top parchment paper.
  5. Use a rolling pen to to roll until thin and wide and long enough to cover your casserole dish corner to corner on the inside (not over the edges).
  6. Add the dough to the top of your fruit.
  7. Cut slits or designs into the top of your crust so the juices can nicely escape and not cause an overflow on the edges.
  8. Sprinkle the crust with a light dusting of sugar.
  9. Bake at 350 degrees for one hour or until the crust has a pretty golden glow to it.

Serve hot or cold.  Warm with vanilla ice cream is my ultimate favorite.

Until next time,

Mrs. Kay L. Rice

 

Mexican Street Corn

This recipe is an alteration of my favorite fried corn side dish I grew to love back home.  Growing it up was fried sweet corn with a bit of butter salt and pepper.  Now that I’m all grown up and my loving husband has introduced me to a world of new flavors from his time of Arizona, my comfort food side dish has taken on a whole new level of awesomeness.

I recently made this for a family gathering and had many requests to share the recipe.  Here it is.

Ingredients:

  • 1/4 cup pork lard
  • 4 cups of sweet corn
  • 1/2 onion diced
  • 2 cloves of garlic diced
  • 8 ounces roasted New Mexico Hatch Chilies (pealed and diced)
  • 1 tbsp Corn meal or corn flour
  • 1 tsp Jalapeno powder
  • 1 tbsp Chili powder
  • White soft quesadilla cheese
  • Fresh Cilantro (optional)
  • A pinch of salt

Directions:

  1. Heat a cast iron skillet and melt your lard (Do not use Crisco or butter, it won’t taste the same).
  2. Saute the onion and garlic until limp.
  3. Add in your corn and fry on a medium heat.  You want your corn to have a chard look to it.
  4. Add in your hatch chilies and continue “frying” in the skillet.
  5. Combine your jalapeno powder and chili powder together then add to your skillet, spreading it evenly over the corn while frying.  Stir in.
  6. Sprinkle in your corn flower over top of the corn and fold it in evenly.
  7. When the corn has a “roasted” look to it (it will toughen up as well), take it off the heat and transfer it into a large pan or serving dish.
  8. Sprinkle with some chili powder, grated white Mexican cheese and the fresh cilantro.
  9. Can be served cold or hot.

Feel free to add in jalapeno slices, extra peppers, some jalapeno tomato dices or even some black beans.  Yum.

Enjoy and be the hit of any late summer picnic!

Until next time,

Mrs. Kay L. Rice

 

Who I am (A Child’s Voice)

Who I am (A child’s voice)
Kay Rice

A childish voice yells, “I’m Batman Today”!
Dressed in pajamas and a sheet for a cape,
A serious pose, holds back his grin,
In HIS world, he’s the hero to all his friends.

A childish voice whispers “Today, I’m a pony”.
I gallop around in a field full of posies,
A happy-go-lucky clap, he mimics for hooves,
and a scarf tied to his jeans for a tail to swoosh.

A childish voice proclaims out loud “Today, I’m a rock-star”!
I sing and yell and I travel so far,
As he dances to the sound of his radio blaring,
and dreams of fans, his name they are yelling.

A childish voice cries out “Today, I am afraid”.
I don’t know what to be or what I have made,
I’m me, but who am I, deep down inside?
I’d like to find out, but today I’d much rather hide.

A young man steps forward, from dreams and school days,
All grown up from childish things, ready to make his own way,
A hero, a mustang, a rock star, he stands tall and with grace,
All his dreams have given him the courage to find his place.

 

Written for my wonderful blessing of a son, Jon.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
KAY RICE

Trees

Trees
by Mrs. Kay Rice

On a tall grassy hill so far away,
Two little trees softly did sway.
In the spring a warm and gentle breeze,
Waking up, from a long winter’s freeze.

Far from each other yet close at hand,
Reaching up from the new warm moist land.
Dancing together through each spring shower,
Each day growing as they began to flower.

Spring turns to summer as each little tree,
Reaches up higher as if trying to see.
The world around them so far and new,
Looking up into bright skies of blue.

Summer to Fall as green leaves turn to gold,
Listening to stories from birds they are told.
Of coming winters when cold winds blow,
And life goes to sleep in blankets of snow.

With the first snow flake the trees bow down,
To prepare for sleep under winters new gown.
Leaning over from their long winter’s nap,
Their branches together began to over lap.

Warmth once again, came to the hill far away,
Calling and waking the trees to a new day.
And as they slowly awoke, what did they find?
That in the cold their branches became entwined.

Now swaying together in wind and in rain,
Their branches grew stronger together again.
As if holding on to each other in sun and storm,
Silent vows given to up the wind and was sworn.

Spring flowers from one were pink and so bright,
The other bloomed flowers so large and pure white.
Branches entwined so one could not tell them a part,
Impossible to know where one ended and the other did start.

Spring turned to summer and then on to Fall,
By now their branches were so strong and so tall.
Lifting branches together reaching up to the sky,
Wrapped together they watched the seasons go by.

Seasons and years passed by as they grew,
Never cracking or falling as strong winds blew.
Their branches keep reaching to the sky up above,
Entwined forever, together, in eternal love.

Mrs. Kay L. Rice
3/12/2010
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

(A poem I wrote for my loving husband)