SWEDISH POTATO FLAT BREAD

SWEDISH POTATO FLAT BREAD

PUT ONE PACKAGE OF RED STAR DRY YEAST

INTO 1/4 CU P LUKEWARM WATER (SHOULD

FEEL NEITHER HOT OR COLD)

ADD TWO TEASPOONS SUGAR. STIR AND SET ASIDE.

BOIL 1AND 1/4 CUPS WATER IN PAN

ADD 1 AND 1/4 CUPS INSTANT POTATOES

STIR FAST~ IT WILL THICKEN RIGHT UP.

PLACE POTATOES IN A 4 QUART BOWL

ADD 1/2 STICK OF BUTTER

STIR UNTIL BUTTER MELTS

ADD 3/4 CUP COLD WHOLE MILK.

STIR WELL

ADD 1/4 CUP WHITE SUGAR

ADD 1 TABLESPOON HIMALAYAN SALT

NOW ADD YOUR YEAST MIXTURE

STIR WELL

ADD SLOWLY , STOP AND MIX, AFTER EACH ADDITION,

2 CUPS GOLD MEDAL WHITE FLOUR

STIR UNTIL THICK AND STARTS TO SMOOTH OUT.

NOW PUT ON YOUR PLASTIC FOOD HANDLING GLOVES

ADD SLOWLY, 2 MORE CUPS OF FLOUR.

KNEAD IT IN AND THE DOUGH WILL START FEELING A LIVE

ADD A LITTLE MORE FLOUR IF DOUGH IS STICKY.

AFTER KNEADING FOR ABOUT 15 MINUTES, THE DOUGH SHOULD

BE READY TO FORM INTO TWO LOAVES ON A FLOURED COOKIE SHEET.

FLATTEN IT OUT AND LET RISE FOR 15 OR 20 MINUTES.

HEAT OVEN TO 375º

JUST BEFORE YOU PUT IT IN THE OVEN, POKE LOTS OF HOLES IN THE LOAVES

BAKE FOR 35 MINUTES UNTIL DARK GOLDEN BROWN.

SERVE HOT WITH LOTS OF BUTTER.

(CAN ALSO BE SLICED FOR TOAST LATER IF THERE IS ANY LEFT)

HAPPY EATING

Kesti©April 24, 2010

"The Rickety Old Wagon of Life"

"The Rickety Old Wagon of Life"

The wagon started out new

Built strong and stable

With wheels so big and solid.

Two happy young kids at the reins

Blue skies, those were the days.

The road was rough but we could

Take the rocks and bumps.

Even laugh about them.

The wagon rattled along

Soon, Pots and Pans and Kids

In back

Making noise and laughing

Three in all

My partner held the reins

but I didn't mind

Until one day

a whore riding a filly

rode by.

The horses snorted and hurried

along

My partner went with the whore.

I took the reins for four long years

The road was very bumpy and

People jeered at times

and knew I was alone.

I became strong and showed them

who was in charge

They backed off.

A new partner came along

and took the reins so I

could relax or so I thought

but new problems came with

and the old wagon strained under

the weight .. the wheels squeaked

and the children sassed and

the pans kept rattling.

When things got bad

he handed me the reins

for I was strong and got the

wagon back on the road.

The kids grew up and left for awhile

Just as my new partner found a

whore filly too

He left and came back..I let him

take the reins because I was so tired

by now.

Soon lots of children appeared in the

back of the wagon again..

They were fun tho, not like mine

all worry and work.

The pans rattled.

I could feel the cart slowing down..

soon they added children and started

sassing me besides.

Expecting an old woman driving

a wagon part time could still be young

and strong and help them.

My partner got stronger and younger..

The pans rattled.

I kicked some of the impossible ones

off of the cart...they were suffocating me.

Now my bones rattled worse than the pans

or the wagon

All were amazed that I became mean and ugly

and seemed devoid of love.

I had to, they were killing me.

The wagon would have fallen apart but my

partner kept fixing it. He was kind to me in

spite of my constant ridicule and complaining.

I guess to make up for his discretions..what does

it matter?

I was in constant pain and felt my mind cracking

The wagon was a mess. I didn't care. Only a few

riding with and they kept quiet and played nicely.

Sometimes I pee in the wagon, when I cough or get

up too fast. I can't even lift the reins. The pans don't

rattle much anymore and I am grateful for that.

I see a graveyard up ahead

and am anxious to lie down.

It looks so peaceful there.

It is calling to me.

Kesti©2010

'A Mother's Musings'

'A Mother's Musings'

Let me cradle you

in my womb

Little one and protect you

As you grow.

Let me hold you...

rock you...whisper

Tales of Enchanted places

May all my hopes and dreams

For you come true.

I love you so and always will

May you grow up strong and kind

May you love what you will find

In nature and see what is good

In all.

May you know God

and trust in Him

In all things for He

Will always be there

To guide and protect you.

May your love for me

Shine from your eyes

And may I have a special

Place in your heart.

Always.

When you must leave me

When you are grown.

May I have the love to let you go.

To trust in you to go your way.

To let you have your

Dreams come true

Not my dreams for you.

For I too shall grow and learn

What makes each day a miracle

Where so much is to be found

Pebbles of goodness all 'round.

We pick the pebbles of our choice

And pile them up to form the solid

Rocks of who we are.

May ours glisten with vibrations

Of all things meaningful.

Kesti©

3-21-2001

'Wail of a Worn Out Wife'

'Wail of a Worn Out Wife'

Is there a place

Across the sea

Where I could go

And just be me?

Not caring what

A person thought

'Bout what I did

Or what I bought?

Or how I looked

Or what I said

What time I woke

Or went to bed?

If I was happy

Or I was sad

If I was good

Or I was bad?

If my hair curled

Or just hung straight?

If I was early

Or I was late?

If I was fat

Or I was thin?

Or wrinkles had

Or double chin?

Is there a place

Across the sea

Or must I die

"Fore I can be?

Kesti©

1975

'My Dad'

'My Dad'

I wish you could have known him

For there has never been a one

Quite like my Dad...So special

How he worked from sun to sun.

He always had a shovel

Or a hammer or a trowel

Jack-of-all the trades was he

And never wore a scowl.

He always cut our cars in half

To make himself a truck.

And fixed a flat most every day

Four tires 'up" meant luck.

He wore a funny little cap

Through sunshine and through snow

And every where dear Daddy went

That cap was sure to go.

He had a laugh that bubbled

From the tips of all his toes

Then circled 'round and drew the smiles

From all men...friends and foes...

He'd give the shirt right off his back

And once the bedroom chest

Mom got pretty mad that time

Poor Daddy should have guessed!

He'd cover up us kids at night

Afraid we might catch colds.

'Neath tons of quilts and coats

We lay Like putty in our molds!

He loved people...every age

And had a joke or two

He'd always ask my little friends..

"I can row a boat...canoe?"

Once a week he'd have a beer

My Mom would always frown

He'd put a raw egg in it too

We kids would gulp as it went down.

We three would have a conference

To see who'd ask him for a treat.

A penny each and then he'd watch.

Us run to spend it 'cross the street'.

He was the life of every party

When he jigged..his face would beam

Then he'd pretend to fall down flat

To get a laugh....his dream!

My Dad has gone to his reward.

Some thirty years ago...

Yet when I hear the Angels laugh

I know he's putting on a show.

Kesti©

1979

Dedicated to:

Alvin Theodore Anderson

July 14, 1887 - August 23, 1949

'PAIN'

'PAIN'

My pain seems to have

a life of its own.

Sometimes lying in wait

Hiding...only to burst forth

in fury gone rampant.

I try to hide too.

To pretend the pain

Is happening

to someone else.

I think that is

when I pass out

And wake up exhausted.

This pain is creative.

Sometimes deep and gnawing.

Sometimes sharp and clawing.

It stands me on my toes

And pulls me to my knees

in as many seconds.

Sometimes it is so still

I think it is gone.

I tiptoe around

so as not to wake it...

daring to feel a little

glee at the possibility

that I will never

have to feel it again.

Then...as if angry that I

can even think such a thing...

it lashes out

and bends me over in tears.

How dare it? Ha ha ha..

It dares!

It has no sympathy...

no remorse...only vengeance.

I try to kill it

and it seems to know.

I try ice..heat and ice...

herbs...manipulation...

no..not drugs...

I won't let it beat me

into that submission.

I am at war.

Some say this pain

is from the anger

I have held inside.

That makes me angry.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

Do they mean the anger

I have because of betrayal?

Or perhaps the anger

from lies told to me?

Of Usury?

I could go on and on...

but it makes me too angry.

I would rather

be angry at this pain...

because the pain

will come out in the open

and fight...when it hides

we both know

it is planning its next battle..

there is no pretense on its part.

It dares hit me

when I am looking....

It dares hurt me

and laughs in my face..

it admits it wants to kill me.

That is why I will win...

because I KNOW you are evil..

Pain

I know what you are up to.

You are a mighty force.

I am mightier.

I will bitch slap you.

I will laugh in your face

when I am stronger.

I will kick your ass..

and not feel guilty.

I will rip out your burning tongue

and walk on it.

I will cut you into a million pieces.

Once I kill you I will dare you to come

back and taunt me again.

PAIN...You have

MET YOUR MATCH...

FUCK YOU!!!

Kesti©

April 1, 2002

'Ode to a Prick'

'Ode to a Prick'

Yes...I'm looking at you

At your smooth bald head

With the eye in the center

Trying to look innocent

I know you've been peeking

into dark places...

Where you had no business...

Now you want to come home?

Where you feel safe and loved?

Well....

Guess what?

Kesti©

6-2-61

(Yeah, I divorced him)

'Locked out'

'Locked out'

God's outside the window

So look out and you can see

Him in every flower

Him in every tree

And pray inside your head

For then

No one else shall know

Pray that Guns

Are not in school

And Let His blessings flow..

Kesti©

3-26-2000

Written after the school shootings

Which gave us one more thing to

worry about. Such sadness,

'Happy New Year'

'Happy New Year'

A New Year means

Another chance

To make things

Even better...

A special Kiss

A little hug

Or send that

past due letter

Keep in mind

Your blessings all

For each one

That was sent

Was just because

You gave A gift

Some time

or Love

Was spent...

Our world is

getting smaller

as we join hands

On the Net

But still it is

More wonderful

To give instead

Of get.

So know that I

With heart of love

Do wish you

All that's GREAT!

Happy New Year

Friends...

The best to you

in '98.

Kesti©

December 27, 1998

'Oprah Winfrey'

'Oprah Winfrey'

She is one of us

Who has lived with pain

When circumstances

Brought darkest rain

She has made us laugh

She has made us cry

She has opened our hearts

With that certain sigh

She has brought

A whole nation

To a better place

With a heart full of love

With her style

With her grace...

Most stand around

A few people try

But Oprah's the sparkle

Still there in God's eye....

Kesti©

8-10-97

'A Small Request'

'A Small Request'

They turned out my light

And now with corners

Dimly lit

Do they even "give a shit"?

I have no way of knowing

Nor do I care to find

Another judgement waiting

To hurt or tear and grind...

For I have kept Life's motion

To the best I have to give

And now I only ask

That I might live....

Kesti©

11-2-97

‘Life’

‘Life’

It oft time seems

the mighty waves

Just wash right over me

And leave me weak

and trembling....

A young sweet

waif at sea...

And I’ve not harmed

a single soul

I’ve smiled and

lent a hand

I’ve walked

a thousand miles

with some

And tried

to understand....

I look into

the mirror and see

A lovely maiden fair

Then another wave comes in

And I’m an old grey mare..

Kesti©3-2-95