THIS IS MY LIFE
Story
by Kate Smith

Kate shares with you her
Home, her friends, her beloved
Possessions------including her great
grandmother’s
cherished recipes
I was not born
to
the masonry canyons of a big city…I
migrated. As far back as seventeen years ago I knew I would need to escape to
the peace and quite of the “open spaces”. So without further ado I set out to
rectify the situation and managed to find a very comfortable rustic farm house
situated on a good-sized island at Lake Placid, New York.
Even though “Camp
Sunshine”,
While I’m speaking
of
antiques, I’d like to pass along my favorite cake recipe. Now don’t
misunderstand me, there’s nothing stale about this cake—it’s an antique
merely because it was handed down through the family from my great grandmother.
It’s a butter cake with chocolate icing and it’s simple to make!
Cream
together one-quarter
cup of butter and a cup and a half of sugar until very light in
color-. To this mixture add two whole eggs and the yokes of three additional
eggs, saving
the three whites for the icing. When thoroughly blended, alternately add
two cups sifted flour, one cup of milk saving a little flour and a little milk
for later use and mix well. To the flour you’ve saved, add two teaspoons of
baking powder, plus a quarter teaspoon of salt. To the milk you’ve saved add
two teaspoons of your favorite flavoring, and lastly fold in the flour-baking
powder mixture. Grease and flour three eight inch tin and pour mixture evenly in
it. Bake in 375o oven for twenty to thirty minutes. After 20 minutes if the cake
seems to be browning to quickly reduce heat to 325o. Chocolate Icing, Non-cook!
Beat stiffly three egg whites those you saved from the cake mixture to which has
been added a pinch of salt. To this add one teaspoon of flavoring and fold in.
Add three level tablespoon of coca, followed by the addition of enough sifted
confectioner’s sugar to achieve the proper consistency for spreading—about
three cups.
I love animals … to the
extent that my home is my dog’s home! Which means that nothing is too good for
my Freckles-chairs, couches,
bed’s. But I do draw the line on chipmunks
nibbling at my table linens, bedding, blankets, etc. When the house is closed
for the winter, I met this problem by converting a small bedroom into what I
call the tin room. The floor, ceiling and walls are all lined in tin; even the
most industrious chipmunk is stymied. When the house is in use the “tin
room” is converted into a combination dressing room-linen closet.
I had a problem dining room. At one end of the room is a rather narrow jut—off with a beautiful stone fireplace, the effect, which was quite lost from the main part of the room. This we turned into a breakfast nook by adding chintz covered benches on either side of the wall. The fireplace mantle makes a perfect display piece for my pitchers, which I have collecting for years. The room is now so cozy we spend many pleasant hours there.

The Kate Smith hour every Monday through Friday 1 pm.