Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry (Retro) Christmas

I have to say this was a Christmas to remember. God has poured out his blessings on our family and I am so very, very thankful.  One of those blessings has been the opportunity I have had to enjoy my close-knit group of creative, funny, quick-witted, quirky kids and their spouses.
 This year they had a grand plan...
locate the ugliest Christmas sweater or outfit ever and wear it for our family Christmas. The hard part was finding one. It seems this was a popular event, not just in rural Oklahoma, but everywhere. We were in Minnesota several weeks ago and a thrift store in The Mall of America (yes a thrift store-a chain thrift store-there were three of them in the mall) was selling these things for $20 a piece!  Finally I found ours at our local thrift shop for $1.99.  It was such a big hit we're making plans for next year!  Someone mentioned Easter outfits...we'll wait and see about that one.

Not all the kiddos were as excited about dressing the part.  Those refusing to dress ugly were required to wear a Santa hat.


Green pin-striped seersucker pants completes #1 RFM's Christmas outfit.
My dad escaped the ugly outfit and Santa's hat-seniority rules.

God Bless You and Yours!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

"What'll You Give?"

Thought I'd update you on what's happening on the Chain Ranch.  We've been really busy getting ready for our 2nd Annual Red Dirt Red Angus Sale.  
We have had cattle sales on our places for the past 14 or 15 years, always hiring a sale company to put them on.  The last two years we have been doing most of the work ourselves along with the @Oklahoma Red Angus Association and @Cattle In Motion and @Superior Livestock .  Come On Out Saturday and Enjoy The Day.
If you're really feeling adventurous and you're a golfer...or not... come watch the Pasture Golf Tourney on Friday.  It's getting more attention than the sale!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Need a Hug? Try Psalm 15

I opened my Bible this morning for my daily study and turned to this scripture.  Many of us are going through some difficult times right now, and this scripture gave me comfort and guidance. It put everything into least it did for me...for today.  I'll have to read his word again tomorrow because it just doesn't stick:)  Have a Great Saturday and Remember He's In Control!

"The Character of Those Who May Dwell With The Lord"

LORD, who may dwell in your sacred tent? 

   Who may live on your holy mountain?

The one whose walk is blameless, 
   who does what is righteous, 
   who speaks the truth from their heart; 
whose tongue utters no slander, 
   who does no wrong to a neighbor, 
   and casts no slur on others; 
who despises a vile person 
   but honors those who fear the LORD; 
who keeps an oath even when it hurts, 
   and does not change their mind; 
 who lends money to the poor without interest; 
   who does not accept a bribe against the innocent.

   Whoever does these things 
   will never be shaken

Monday, October 17, 2011

Memories of Droughts

                      My dad is 85 years old and a wealth of wisdom and knowledge.  He serves as president of the Cowboy Story Tellers of  the Western Plains.  A couple of times a year a newsletter is printed and being the president he is required to write an article.  Today his story was on the droughts he had witnessed and I thought it too good not to share.  There are more "drought" stories, and he promised he would elaborate more so watch for Part II of Memories of Drought and other stories from my dad, Ralph Chain.                 
P.S. If you're interested in becoming a member of the Story Tellers' Assn. meet us in Pretty Praire, KS November 5th!

                          Memories of Droughts

About anywhere we’ve been this summer, all we heard about is how dry and how hot it
has been. We were in the Kansas Flinthills this week selling cows at El Dorado, Kansas, and about all we heard at the sale barn were people talking about running out of water and creeks and ponds going dry. Some of the ranches had grass but no water. Thank goodness, on our rancheswe still have grass and water. My theory has been - every year is a drought, and we don’t know when that year’s going to happen. We have stocked our ranches because of the experiences I have gone through in my 84 years in Dewey County.

The first drought I remember was in the 1930's when my sister, Wymola, and I were bringing our milk cows in about 3:00 in the afternoon. The sky turned completely dark, and we ran to the house thinking the world was coming to an end. It was dust rolling in from Eastern Colorado and Western Kansas, and the wind blew all night long, covering our beds, tables, and anything else that dust could settle on. But we managed.

The government was buying cattle because there was no feed, and no one had anything to feed their cattle. They were giving $10.00 a head for the cattle, digging trenches, and then driving the cattle in the trenches and shooting them. My grandad and my dad never sold any cattle to this program, but we did buy some of our neighbors cattle, that were going to have theirs shot. We survived the drought of the 1930's.

The next drought was in the 1950's, which lasted nearly four years. We hauled hay from Nebraska and South Dakota and had hay shipped in from Wisconsin to survive that drought.

That year the Blackjack trees and grass died because the drought lasted so long. I remember our neighbor selling his cows at the Woodward Sale Barn for $45.00 a head. We had two employees that went broke during this drought because they had bought high-priced cows before the market broke, and they went to work for us.
The neighbor that sold his cows for $45.00 a head toward the end of the drought, which no one knew when it would end, those same sort of cows the next year at the Woodward Sale Barn brought $245.00 a head, because is started raining and people had grass and wanted to stock their pastures.

The next drought was in the 1980's. That drought was not nearly as bad as the two preceding ones because people had learned how to conserve the soil, put up hay and irrigation had been developed in Eastern Colorado, Western Kansas, and the Oklahoma Panhandle.
Large feedlots were developed in the 1970's and the drought hit in the 1980's. Everybody was wanting to build a feedlot and put cattle in them. Feedlots became as numerous as filling stations because everyone wanted to feed cattle. This went real well until all the feedlots became full, and the fat cattle were all being shipped to market at the same time. Feedlots didn’t want to sell the cattle and kept feeding them until some of the cattle weighed 1500 to 1700 lbs.
The President put a ceiling on the price of fat cattle because beef got so high since people were putting so many cattle in feedlots.

But we survived the drought and the low cattle prices of the 1980's because we were prepared for a drought.
Our family and employees wonder why we have five balers and why we put up all that hay; now they know.
We try to have a year’s supply of hay to carry over.

One of our best friends, Bud Light (not the beer-that was his real name!), ran the elevator at Canton for a number of years. People would come in and complain that it was never going to rain again, then it would start raining and they would complain that is was never going to stop. They were always complaining about something. Bud said he had been to a lot of funerals, but he hadn’t been to one yet where the ole boy ever starved to death. He might have worried himself to death, but he didn’t starve.

So let us count our blessings and not our problems, the Lord will take care of us.

Hope to see you all at the next Storyteller’s Meeting in Pretty Prairie, KS
November 5,2011!                              
                                                            Ralph Chain

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Rural Women Rock

Today I'm posting for Rural Women Rock as a guest.  Rural women along with their non-rural sisters are finding a voice through RWR giving them an opportunity to share their exciting lives and stories. Here Goes!

 Grandma Grace Was Truly A Rocking Rural Women.  She helped my dad groom his show calves, fed huge thrashing(grain cutting) crews, but could get "dolled up" to host club or Canasta parties in the blink of an eye.
Hi, I can't explain how excited I am to be asked to share my story. I'm thinking it might have something to do with nepotism, but I'm not sure.  I've been blogging from for the past year or so.  My first attempt to share my family's agriculture story was through a website I designed on my own, which was an insurmountable task for a tech challenged baby boomer.  But I did it.  The advertisement stating "Have a Website Tonight" enticed me.  But by 3:00 a.m. I was pretty sure they hadn't taken into consideration time zone differences.  By the next day I was questioning their promise.  Anyway, I didn't give up and came up with  Today I know it's outdated and blogs are the way to keep pace with our society, but I don't have the heart to remove it after the 2 million hours put in she sits, I'm pretty sure- most of the time-all alone, over wherever old websites sit (actually it has great history and great family recipes). 
As I learned in the next few years Facebook and Blogging would be the way to keep up with today's attention deficited society, so I try my best to satisfy this disorder, which I thought would be easy since I think I have it. But faithful blogging is difficult.  Anyway it is for me in my current "season of life".

"Working Cattle" Is something we do twice a year.  For more info on cattle working please visit my website.
In this photo is another Rocking Rural Women, Bobbi.  She can "cowboy" with the best of them!  Maybe we'll get her to share her story soon. 
We are ranchers.  My great grandfather made the Oklahoma Land Run in 1893, but was too young to file a claim being only 17, so he returned to Kansas.  He would later make his way to Oklahoma Territory again and trade a shotgun and fifty dollars for the land my family now calls home.  I cherish this heritage, and thus my intense drive to begin a journey in social media and a mission to start sharing our family's animal agriculture story and ag's importance, to a world who knows little about where their food comes from.

As a member of the American National Cattlewomen cattlewomen are able to visit schools and other venues telling the Real Beef Story with funds from the Beef Check Off.  The Beef Check off program gathers $1.00 from each beef animal sold taking these funds to educate consumers and promote our product. Animal Ag Alliance, is a group I'm also very involved with. AAA monitors the detrimental actions extreme animal activists engage in to destroy animal ag in an effort to protect animal ag producers like our family. The National Cattlemen's Beef Association is another group I belong to which protects our beef industry.

It wasn't something I had planned: become an animal agriculture activist.  The rural women in my life; my mom, grandmother and aunt, and myself for that matter, pretty much performed our "pre-women's lib" domestic damsel duties: cooking, feeding, cleaning, ironing, entertaining and helping the men when needed.

 But passion to protect my way of life surfaced as I realized extreme animal activists were telling a negative story about what we do and creating harmful regulations that affect our future.  An unexplainable drive to tell my story forced me into the uncomfortable world of social media and public speaking.
It is now something many rural agriculture women are stepping out to do.  We are making a difference.  When rocking rural ag advocating women such as @lifeonakansasranch-Debbie Lyons-Blythe@couturecowgirl7-celeste settrini,  @katpinke- Katie Pinke@JPlovesCotton- Janice Person,  @chrischinn-Chris Chinn tell their stories many of our urban friends are listening.

My husband and I have four grown married children and 10 grandchilden who live within a 30 mile radius.Our children, my folks, and my brother and his family all work  with us on our ranch.
Rural and Loving It
My life is full of blessings-very full. You've heard of the "sandwich generation"? Well, I've been very blessed to be enjoying a triple-decker serving with all the trimmings at this point in my life. I'm enjoying every minute of it...that's a lie.  It's not all bliss, much of the time we resemble a nice blend of "The Beverly Hillbillys" and "Cheaper by the "Dirty" Dozen" not "The Big Valley", "Bonanza", or "Dallas". But, I love it and wouldn't trade my life with anyone, and that's not a lie.
My Rocking Rural Mom "city girl" turned "rural ranch wife".  59  years ago she made her way to "rural" and has adapted well to hard ranch life.  She specializes in great ranch grub and has fed multitudes of ranch hands over the years.  
We are not factory farmers, just God-fearing, conservative family ranchers doing what we love...being good stewards of what God has blessed us with.  Raising clean, safe, healthy food for a growing population. Clean-Safe-Beef; the same product that we feed our families.  Clean-Safe-Beef  that can be purchased at your neighborhood grocery store without fear of  hormones or antibiotics, full of ZIP-zinc, iron and protein. For more on what beef ranchers do visit 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Delightfully Disarrayed Summer Ends In Blogger Blowout

This little post has been waiting to get published for two weeks.  When Kasse asked me to "guest post" for, I put it aside.  But, by golly, I'm not wasting it...remember, I don't waste anything. So here it is...

Fickle blogging has taken a toll on my site hits. Somewhere between this summer's drought, and life's interesting and unexpected little curves, bumps and multiple blessings, my attention to social media has waned a bit.

I was totally blindsided by the fact that grandkids (10 of them!) could utterly-completely capture your heart, absorb your time and thoughts, and unselfishly rearrange your priorities.

I've continued to write--- constantly---in my head. I’ve just had a problem finding time to get it on paper or computer.

Last month a tweet from Monsanto Blogger, Janice Person ended my dry-spell when she extended an invitation to Jeff Pulver's Small Town 140 Conference in Hutchinson, Kansas. Janice and I became friends last year in Chicago at Ag Chat 101.

After some begging, daughter Kasse agreed to jump in. She made some last minute business arrangements to leave her flower shop, Miss Duffy's Floral and Gifts, for a day and we were off.

Jeff Pulver, founder of Vonage, is an amazing individual whose touching story reveals the reasons for his graciousness and concern for the success of others. Jeff's co-host was Becky McCray city administrator, small business owner, and a nonprofit executive. hailing from neighboring, Hopeton, Oklahoma. Jeff and Becky’s awareness of the huge technological shift happening around us along with their serendipitous encounter created the Small Town 140 Conference. 40 plus speakers were given 10 minutes each to tell how social media had changed their lives. Take a look at one of these great speakers, Kevin Honeycutt. Kevin gave us a glimpse of the seriousness of staying globally competitive.  Others shared impacting stories including saved lives, changed lives, saved businesses, urban renewal and improved public education to name just a few. This trip not only gave me a kick in the pants to start writing again, but it set a huge fire under Kasse who has now started the blog, a site dedicated to consolidating the voices of rural women through social media and teaching other rural women to blog.

The energy was contagious. When we returned home, Lenne, our youngest daughter- farm wife and mother of 4 started her blog Daughter-in-law, Cara at vintage183 jumped in and we’re nudging Mandy- oldest son’s wife, and nieces, Amber and Kim to get their feet wet.
One of them asked "Why would anyone want to know what I'm doing?"  If you take a look at the Small Town 140 Conference site the message is clear, a changing world wants to know.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Are You My Mother?

Baby Bottle Calves



We usually lose a "Mama Cow" or two during the winter-early spring calving months and that leaves  hungry mouths to bottle feed.  This year my grandaughter, Olivia, has taken on feeding two oprhans.  They think everyone who gets in the pen with them is their MOM!
They are usually fed two- three times a day using a milk replacement from a 1/2 gallon baby bottle.  The formula is increased as the calve grows 

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Back From Sabbatical!

Sorry for the Two Month Absence.
 My Excuse for  Paltry Postings?
A Whirlwind Ride on a Human Hamster Wheel!

Stock Shows

 Wheat and Canola Harvest



Tornado Escapes


Two D.C. Visits
The first trip was with a group called "The Ranchers", we spoke with congressmen, senators and representatives urging them to keep our Ag Industry at the top of their agendas. The next trip was to attend the Animal Agriculture Alliance Summit where those attending gathered a ton of knowledge from many great speakers on how to secure Ag's future

Soccer Games
Family Gatherings

My Dad's Induction Into The Hall of Great Westerners
(which was much like preparing for a wedding!)

I Just Haven't Had Time!

I will try to do better.


Friday, March 25, 2011

Seven Rules From God

 If you're like me I need continual nudgings, taps on the shoulder, swift kicks in the rear from the Lord, nearly everyday. Today I found this piece in some of my old files and the Lord urged me to share it!
Sunset On The Ranch
photo courtesy of Darla Chain, my mom, who's an excellent photographer, artist...and Mother!


Decide to have a good day

“Today is the day the Lord hath made: let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

Pslams 118:24


The best way to dress up is to put on a smile.

A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.

“The Lord does not look at the things man looks at, but the Lord

Looks at the heart.”

1 Samuel 16:7



Say nice things and learn to listen.

God gave us two ears and one mouth, so

He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.

“He who guards his lips guards his soul.”

Proverbs 13:3


For what you believe in.

Stand for something or you will fall for anything.

“Let us not be weary in doing good, for at the proper time,

we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good.”


 To the Lord.

“ I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.”

Philippians 4:13


For something higher.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path.”

Proverbs 3: 5-6


Your prayers.

“Do not worry about anything; instead Pray About Everthing.”

Philippians 4:6


Saturday, March 19, 2011

My Swashbuckling Cowboy

You never know what unexpected problems you’ll encounter on a ranch. Today we straightened a listing  cake bin. This 30 ton cake bin holds cattle cubes that are fed to the cattle during the winter months.  A semi load holds 24 tons which we will fill about 4 or 5 times a year.  
Brad's addiction to “fearlessness” keeps my life interesting. I have always been the by-standing, nail-biting, naysayer of negativity while he has ALWAYS been my Swashbuckling Cowboy.




Friday, March 11, 2011

Esther Learns To Iron

Hope DHS doesn't come knocking at my door. I confess, I let my 4 year old granddaughter iron and yes, she burned her finger. 
Feeling Empowered and Moving A Little Too Fast

The truth is when I was Esther's age my mom gave me an iron and a sprinkle bottle (a pop bottle  filled with water and topped with a metal  stopper covered with tiny holes big enough to allow water to sprinkle from)  I tried my hand at hankies and pillow cases. I've pretty much hated to iron ever since.  Maybe I've found a solution to my high dry cleaning bill.
After Numerous Warnings...The Inevitable

But What's A Little Burn?              
I Have A Job To Do!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Mama Mia That's A Spicy Bologna Sauce!

I "Thank God I'm a Country Girl" but there are times I do yearn for fine fare. To get a grasp of just how rural we are...our nearest Wal Mart is almost an hour away.  The "good grub" selection in our area is limited to chicken strips, cheese burgers, chicken fries and chili dogs.
 So this past month when long time hunters visitng from New York City let us in on some of their Italian cooking secrets, I was on the front row taking notes. Tony who operates his own restaurant, Piazza Italia, shared his recipes for Bologna Meat Sauce, Bruschetta and Chicken Parmigiana. He also brought authentic hard salami, sweet salami, Pecorino Romano sheep milk cheese and brick oven baked bread. 

Some Italian Cooking Tips...

Most Important-A Sharp Knife, Good Olive Oil and Fresh Ingredients.  Tony said we have most of the ingredients around here, it's all in the way we prepare them. 
Chicken Parmigiana--- On a good chopping board pound the chicken breast 1/4 inch thin or thinner, dip in egg, then roll in  Progresso Bread Crumbs and fry, set aside.  Spread a layer of thin fresh tomato sauce (pureed and cooked down) in the bottom of a casserole dish, then start layering the chicken planks topped with fresh mozzarella (the little round type, not the shredded) on each plank, more sauce then top with more mozzarella and fresh grated Parmesan. Bake for 20 minutes or so until cheeses are melted.  When I made it for our family I used pork chops pounded out thin, it was even better than chicken.
For Bruschetta finely (I mean really fine without loosing a finger) chop Roma tomatoes, purple onions, fresh basil and oregano, olive oil ( A LOT), green pepper, salt and pepper and a dash of lemon juice ( I added this to mine) Tony didn't.  Prior to preparing the tomato mixture toast small slices of French bread until light and hollow.  Top the bread slices with the tomato mixture, serve while you are preparing the other dishes.  I believe the Italians prepare meals and eat much of the day.  The time Tony spent preparing these dishes was probably 2 1/2 to 3 hours.  
For the Bologna Sauce brown ground beef, add Progresso (his favorite) tomato sauce, 1 stalk of finely chopped celery, parsley, basil, clove of garlic minced.  Simmer til thick.  Prepare pasta.
Tony's recommend pasta was De Cecco Linguine.
After allowing guest to munch on Bruschetta everyone sat down to a bowl of linguine smothered in Bologna Sauce along with Chicken Parmigiana.
I "replicated" (sort of ) Tony's meal and served it to around 25 family and friends. It was such a hit that we've decided to make it a monthly event.
Tomorrow night, an Irish theme complete with Sherpherd's Pie, Cabbage and Corned Beef, Irish Chicken Stew and Dumplings and for dessert, Blarney Stones.  No Irish hunters in the vicintiy so guess I'll be on my "Bloody" own.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Cowboy Story Tellers Association of the Western Plains.

Board Members from left to right- Richard Jackson, Robert Klemme, President Ralph Chain (my dad), Secretary Joanna Peard, Martin Dick, Wayne Prewett, Roger Ringer, myself and Tad Hacker. 

This group of "Young and Old Timers" has been responsible for keeping a plethora of great stories alive for future generations to enjoy. The past 20 years the group has gathered at various locations across several states rich in history. They find a host from that area and enjoy a day of story telling, singing, poetry readings and always a great meal. 
It has been a group that I've "grown into".  Several years ago they were going to disband because the number of "empty saddles" was increasing.   I couldn't watch this small group of people who had once been numerous and virbrant fade away.  I spoke up and encouraged them to "keep on keeping on".  It worked...they decided to keep the group together- BUT- I came home that day with all of the finances in the trunk of my car and a new title...Treasurer. 
Once again member's numbers are increasing.  Today the group enjoys getting together bi-annually instead of quarterly.
A collection of the past newsletters is available from the group and contain stories such as, "The Wilmore Kidnapping by Bonnie and Clyde", "Kansas Ghost Tales" and "The Blue Northerner".
We are in the process of putting a website together, I will post its link as soon as we have it up and running.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Monday, January 17, 2011

There's More To The Story...

The previous post (Waiting For A Leader) was brought on by several things primarily after doing research for ANCW's website. My look up around 30 different terms that consumers don't understand.  Terms such as factory farming a label we've been given by animal activists . At this point it seems there is nothing on the web to counter this misconception.

I've been told we must be positive, and I've tried hard to be positive comments and stories; but animal ag people we're going to have to take some steps on the aggressive side. Play defense.  This problem is not going away.  It's becoming a muddled mess in my eyes.  I'm not sure who's coaching. I'm not sure who our friends are.  I'm not sure about anything anymore, except that HSUS is sprinting ahead of us while we flounder.  I want someone to get into the drivers seat; be coach; be boss; be in control. 

The past two months I've witnessed more discourse among our animal ag industries (remember we're a mere 2%)-we don't have the time, the money, nor the numbers to do this.

The past two months I've seen my grandkids bring home school text books persuading them to not eat meat; a 6th grade reader AND a 7th grade reader...and this is rural Oklahoma-an ag savvy state wouldn't you think?

The past two weeks I've driven by ranches that were once lush and filled with cattle, now filled with wild mustangs and broom weed thanks to animal activists victories (your tax dollars hard at work).

                             Weeds Is What You Get When Horses Take Over A Pasture;
                                            They're Grubbers...Not Grazers

And I've watched a wealthy animal activist control a state university.

The past two days I've witnessed in awe more producers asking "What's HSUS?"

In the past week I've seen an increase in HSUS’ "gloating" of getting food establishments "on board" to their way of thinking -Wendy's, Dominoes Pizza, Sonic, the list is numerous...Google it and see.

The past two years I've watched an Oklahoma Hollywood entertainer bash our industry as they consumed and utilized our by-products; driving cars with rubber tires, wearing clothes with buttons, eating food, chewing gum, wearing makeup and taking meds.

HSUS is utilizing avenues that we are now only discovering. They understand current demographics; that nearly 50 percent of the population is under 30 and have never known life without a computer. They know that the majority of the population gets their information from the web. They know that Facebook has surpassed Google in the way people retrieve information. They know they can covertly carry their message using open, pliable, absorbing young minds…and school text books.

We're  floundering for footing; trying to find our coach while HSUS has left the starting block and is drawing closer to the finish line. If our team doesn’t find a leader to lead us you can bet HSUS will win. And don’t be surprised when their teammates carry them off the field in victory taking your children’s chances of owning animals or enjoying a future in animal agriculture with them.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Waiting For A Leader-Unite or Be Destroyed

I’m Waiting For A Leader.

For the past two years I’ve been hounding. I’ve yapped and yakked and pleaded and prodded. I’ve created and crafted--- a website, blog, and facebook page. I’ve joined and paid--- NCBA, ANCW, AAA, NBSB, NRA, USFRA, OFB, all with hopes of eliminating this plague called HSUS. A plague that as one professional put it “is light years ahead in destroying our animal ag industries.”

I’m disillusioned as I witness state universities "supporting the supporters" of HSUS. I’m disgusted as I watch ranchers “playing the animal activists game” using taxpayer's dollars to house wild mustangs. I’m dumbfounded as I witness animal ag industries cannibalize themselves and each other and hear educated producers blurt uneducated statements, “Who is HSUS?”

HSUS is united-were fractured. They’re one-we’re fractioned. They’re balanced-we’re straddling. They’re winning-we’re losing.

If you’re an animal ag producer you can’t have it both ways. There’s no sleeping with this enemy. A Leader MUST emerge---Corn Growers, Summit of the Horse, NCBA--- “Someone MUST take the lead and organize our ag related groups into ONE. ONE for Posterity.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Brown Bag Carmel Corn

Anyone purchased a box of store bought carmel corn lately?  I don't know about you but I can't let go of a five dollar bill to satisfy my sweet tooth. Thought I'd share this great carmel corn recipe that a young 4-Her used in a demonstration  years ago. We've enjoyed it many times. 

1/4 cup white syrup
1 cup brown sugar
1 stick butter or margarine
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp soda
3-4 quarts popped corn
Bring syrup, sugar, butter and salt to boil.  Boil for two minutes stirring constantly.  Remove from heat and add soda.  Stir well.
Put popped corn in a large brown paper sack.  Pour cooked mixture over corn and shake well. Place in microwave on high for about 1 1/2 minutes.  Remove and shake well.  Return to microwave for another 1 1/2 minutes. Remove and shake well again. Pour out onto wax paper to cool. When cooled break apart.

Nothing New Under the Sun Including Sustainable Development

  I wrote the piece below last summer after listening to KrisAnne Hall speak at the CICA Convention.  As the Global and U.S. Roundtable fo...