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This is a recipe that my mother used alot. I know the name sounds rather unsavory, but it's delicious!
The whole idea is to just "Dump" various items into a bundt type pan.
Dump the following in order (into a greased bundt pan) and bake at 350 for 1 hour. Let cool for about 20 minutes, scoop out into bowls and top with ice cream or cool whip.
1. Vanilla cake mix (unmixed and right out of the box) 2. Cherry pie filling 3. 1 #2 can of crushed pineapple (slightly drained) 4. 2 cups of chopped pecans or walnuts (can also use corn flakes, but nuts are better!) 5. 1 stick of butter or margarine (sliced into thin pats)
30 years ago I decided I wanted to be a writer, had this great vision of fame and fortune, all of it tied to one of my greatest passions, writing. I can say that I have had a few things published, nothing of importance, not one thing that makes me hold my head up. I lost my vision only a few years ago, even after Beirut I still wanted to be a writer but age and shall we say a sourness on the world has smashed my vision.
I am not writing this for any to feel sorry for me, I am writing this so that maybe this will challenge me. I am one who thrives on challenge but I wilt like a rose in the summer heat without any challenges. My wife pushes me to write and I love her for that as well as the numerous other reasons, but I am losing the passion, the inner fire to put pen to paper for others amusement.
When I wrote Chained Soul, the post on my main page, it flowed out in a matter of minutes, driven by the passion and pain. The very same pain that is masking my imagination, some tell me to write about Beirut, some say write anything just get a paycheck. When I write about Beirut it takes me days to recover from just a few memories, the destruction that men can deal upon one another is a horrbile thing to witness. My heart is torn between wanting revenge and not harming another human being as long as I live.
Days will go by and I will write and post here but I am unable to continue the real work at hand because the challenge is wrapped in mental barb wire. The memories are buried deep but yet are some of the first I reach when trying to recall anything. During the day Beirut is thousands of miles away and at night it is in my bedroom.
I am notorious for typo's and not proof reading my work, you will see it and my wife points that out as well ( one more thing I love about her, she wants me to be perfect for my own good). I love to exchange ideas and even debate on any topic, so please visit our groups, join and post whats on your mind. I will leave one warning, don't attack my family or the soldiers fighting for our frredoms, I respond poorly to these.
I look forard to meeting all of you in the forums and hearing from you, good or bad talking is the raod to healing and maybe you all can help me get back my visions and maybe I can help you with anything that burdens you.
Becky Sundholm Ayers has done more than most women would have when faced with the difficult task of holding together a marriage in the face of combat related PTSD. When I came home from Beirut I didnt feel any different but I was, she saw it right away. Becky never treated me differently, she cried with me, she yelled with me and she loved with me. For 22 years she has had to wake up to a stranger in her bed because the mand she married and the one I liked the best was left in Beirut. She has worked outside the home, inside the home, raised 4 children and now helps raise two grandchildren. She sees the PTSD in the children as well but her love never waivers. For years she put up with my drinking, my mood swings, my inability to hold down a job and the worst was my inability to show love. I love this woman more than life itself but I find it hard to show. I am locked down tight inside, I feel if I let love out anger may follow it and that is the one I fear the most. I wish I could have given her a better life, the one she deserved but all I can do now is right this for her. I want everyone to know that my wife is so very special and I do love her. In closing I have to say, Becky you made the first 3 years fun and kept me alive for the last 22 and for that I owe you my very soul.