Crummy Lemon Squares
(2 dozen)
1 15-oz can condensed milk
1/2 cup lemon juice
1 teaspoon grated lemon rind
1 1/2 cups sifted flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup butter
1 cup dark brown sugar, firmly packed
1 cup uncooked oatmeal
Blend together milk, juice and rind of lemon, and set aside. Sift together flour, baking powder, and salt. Cream shortening, blend in sugar. Add oatmeal and flour mixture and mix until crumbly. Spread half the mixture in an 8 x 12 x 2 inch buttered baking pan and pat down, spread condensed-milk mixture over top andcover with remaining crumb mixture. Bake at 350 degrees until brown around edges (about 25 minutes). Cool in pan at room temperature for 15 minutes; cut into 1 3/4 inch crummy lemon squares and chill in pan until firm.
Crummy Lemon Squares
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Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Don McClean
American Pie
Edited by cherry
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Don McClean
American Pie
Edited by cherry
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Thanks for the recipe cherry:) . I brought over a batch for Thanksgiving and they were a hit! Different from the usual lemon squares, but in a good way...and excellent with coffee.
I did make them with the nonfat condensed milk and a fraction of the butter...I know... no fun, but less guilt.
My mom just asked where I found the recipe...
I just sent her a cut n paste of it.
I did make them with the nonfat condensed milk and a fraction of the butter...I know... no fun, but less guilt.
My mom just asked where I found the recipe...
I just sent her a cut n paste of it.