I woke up this morning, hungry for PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES.
I got them mixed up and suddenly remembered that my OVEN WAS OUT....
....AS IN BROKEN.
The heating element just burned into....right before my very eyes.
Now it so happens that I have the LARGE oven on your right...
and the teeny tiny oven on the left.
This little oven is great for a LOT of things...
but it is waaay too tiny to bake cookies.
I did it anyway !
This little oven came with it's very own TEENY TINY BAKING SHEET ♥
and I could only get about 9 cookies on it.
SOOO,
...it seemed to me that the only thing left to do was to have a
TEENY TINY TEA PARTY
I am in a *PLAY-LIKE* mood so let's have a
PLAY-LIKE TINY TEA
I never have known if this is a TEAPOT or a TINY COFFEE POT...
Got it ♪ thrifting several years ago and liked it for it's whiteness.
The 3 little TINY CUPS and little plates...
another thrift♫store...
Since I am on the subject of TINY...
this is a little tiny cloth doll from INDIA.
My dad was in WW2 and brought several things home from overseas...
this little doll being one ....and he gave it to me.
Dad, along with a lot of other soldiers, had to sleep on the DECK of the ship, going over.
It was totally full so the left-over men had to find a place to sleep.
With all the water spilling over them...
clothes never drying out...
lack of good medicines and doctors aboard ship,
he caught PNEUMONIA.
Bless his heart.
He ended up spending 2 years in a hospital in INDIA...
the doctors there removed one lung and part of another.
After he was brought back to the states, he spent another year and a half in BROOK GENERAL HOSPITAL...San Antonio, Texas.
It took my dad a long long time to get his strength back and swore until his dying day that it was PEANUT BUTTER that saved his life.
When he was so weak...so sick that he couldn't eat a single solitary thing, SOME ANGEL of a nurse brought him a large jar of
PEANUT BUTTER.
He ate it by the spoonfuls...alone.
He couldn't keep bread or even crackers down, but he sure could that PEANUT BUTTER.
My dad lived until he was 82 yrs old...
and swore the PEANUT BUTTER was responsible.
I KNOW this is bound to be one reason
I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER
so much....♥
As a child, I didn't think this doll was pretty at all...
I just put her up for years and found her not too long ago.
She still has the original tags from India sewen to her little dress.
I tried to give her to DEEDS..the youngest grandgirl,
but she said,
"O, Memaw, thank you...I'll just leave her here at your house, tho."
hahhhaaaa...gotta love that !
but she said,
"O, Memaw, thank you...I'll just leave her here at your house, tho."
hahhhaaaa...gotta love that !
I could make my daddy a batch of Peanut Butter cookies and you
would have thought I gave him the world...
I sure am missing him today......
Thanks for stopping by today...
...♫ Tea for two...
two for tea.....♪♫
...♫ Tea for two...
two for tea.....♪♫
I am happy to be playing with
RUBY TUESDAY (only a teeny tiny bit..can I say PINK is a lighter shade of RED??)
40 comments:
Wow, what a story about your dad...ans as for the cookies, well, I say, where there's a will there's a way! Looks good! ;D
Mmm, I love peanut butter on a spoon. My hubby does too. Guess what...my dad was a sky marshal and traveled all over the world. I have a doll similar to that from India. :)
Hello Miss BJ! Your stories about your father are so poignant. He must have been quite a fighter.
What a sweet, love-filled post.
Sometimes we have to grow up before we see the value of what we have.
Delightful story. Thank goodness for peanut butter! I hope you think of lots of happy memories of your dad today.
That little Deeds is some kind of diplomat. She knows the doll is hers, but she's leaving it at your house. Bwahahahahaha... I love that.
I have a toaster oven for cookie emergencies and I may have to make use of it tonight. Oh, there may be some frozen cookies in the freezer. Right. That's where they'd be.
It's always fun to visit and have tea or coffee (anything cool would've been really nice, too) with you!
Loved your story about your dad. I'm a peanut butter lover too. Maybe that's why I have got to be 8o lol I have quite a few dolly dishes but love your black and white ones. Will post pics sometime. I just green jasperware set complete for 3.00. whee
Glad you found a way to satisfy your craving for peanut butter cookies!
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What a tale about your father! Poor man, we have no idea the trials our soldiers go through do we? I think it's so neat that you hve tht little oven, it sure came in handy in a pinch!
Wonderful tribute and story about your father. I love black and white and quite like your teeny tiny tea! Happy Tea Day!
Your teeny tiny tea looks like so much fun! Glad you were able to get your cookies baked!
I enjoyed thos post so much I read it twice,, just lovely,,
BJ, your tea is wonderful and I loved the story of your dad and the tiny doll. I sure miss my dad too. Such precious and sweet memories. Hugs, marty
Your father went through a lot! I love your tiny tea....
Hugs,
Penny
Aww...BJness! What a sweet touching story of your dear daddy! I know he would have just laughed and laughed to know you'd baked peanut butter cookies in your little tiny oven.
The little doll is a treasure, I'm sure and your tiny little tea table is so sweet!
You almost made me be a Tiny Tears but I've decided I'm really a Chatty Cathy! :)
Be a sweetie,
Shelia ;)
I love hearing the story about your dad and peanut butter, BJ. And have I ever told you that you say the sweetest things? Love your tiny teapot and the black and white tea cups are real pretty....Christine
What a sweet story. My aunt used to eat peanut butter by the spoonfuls. She always said that is why she had a weight problem. I like it too, just not that much!!
Regarding the ovens, we think baking is not at all possible when it seems so. Where there's a will, there's a corresponding won't...
Yet, perseverance is a good thing, as you show.
Fewer cookies means the party is scaled back a bit.
And we enjoy it all!
Your dad was quite remarkable, doing what he was told to do and the consequence of doing so. Without complaint. I thought PB was good for us because our moms said so. Your dad proves its goodness even more!
I'm sitting here enjoying your teeny tiny tea, BJ. You know all the black and white details are making my heart sing. And did I say how much I like peanut better cookies? Love that sweet little doll. ~ Sarah
So did your dad ever enjoy peanut butter again after that? I'm pretty sure we've talked before about your dad and mine both being in WW2 (my dad was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed).
BJ,
Adored your story about your Dad bringing you a doll all the way from India! Nearly broke my heart to hear how one of our American Soldiers suffered so as a result of his service to our Country and Freedom!!! Thank you for sharing...my heart goes out to you, dear friend!
Fondly,
Pat
BJ, the next time I eat Peanut Butter I will think of your Dad. What an amazing story of survival. The doll is in remarkable good condition and it's wonderful you have it. ♥O
p.s. it's too blame hot to bake here oven or not
What a story! And what an father!
I will always think of this story when I eat peanut butter!
xo Yvonne
So beautiful, the tea and the story. So wonderful your Dad did survive all that. I have an emotional attachment to peanut butter cookies too because my mom always made them for us. I still think her recipe is the very best in the world. I don't dare make them I would eat every single one.
Interestingly my daughter was very ill with her first pregnancy and couldn't keep anything down but peanut butter. It is a magic potion for digestion, I guess.
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I know you must think I am nuts to have all those blogs but I use them as file cabinets almost. I store things I find or want to keep in them according to subject matter. My big blog has over 1350 posts so I don't like to keep everything in there. That one is called One Designing Woman and I write about all kinds of things on there almost every day. The others are more randomly posted and subject specific.
Take care, Bonnie
What a very sweet story. The little doll is in such good condtion. Its always nice to have little things that you've saved forever and that remind of you a special someone or place. Thanks for sharing. You ALWAYS brighten my days.
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What a sweet story! And such a precious memento. The cookies look good too!
bj, this is a hear warming story about your dad and your love of peanut butter, and no wonder you love it like you do. I think your dad was right. Peanut Butter is good for you. Your tea for two tea party is delightful. I love your pot, cute as can be. I know your treasure your little doll, a precious gift from your dad. Great post.
~Emily
The French Hutch
What an amazing story, BJ! I love your teeny tiny tea party! Peanut butter cookies are my favorites! Thanks for entering the giveaway and posting the button! Happy week!...hugs...Debbie
Sorry your big stove is broken. But maybe, better in hot weather, when less hot-stove-stuff is wanted. :-)
What a horror story your Daddy lived in WW II! Thank you for sharing it. We need to keep alive, what our parent's generation went through!
Love your cool-but-summer-looking blog look!
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I had several thoughts while reading your post...
1. I just love when you post black and white... ;)
2. It doesn't surprize me that you've kept this sweet doll from your dad all these years... I love that you treasure the love of your family most of all... <3
3. I thought you were going to tell us that you baked those cookies outside in the Texas heat... I mean it's possible right!?
have a beautiful week sweet friend!
hugs. Dixie
Oh BJ, what a beautiful story about your dear Dad and your doll! I think she ius beautiful! I don't even remember my Dad, he dies when I was 4. But I miss him anyway.....all the time. I am anxious to meet him in Heaven. I am sorry your Dad suffered so. I eat peanut butter almost every day with an apple so now I will think of your Dad!!! XO, Pinky
Tugging at my heart:( I miss my Daddy too, he also served in WWII on the U.S.S. St. Croix! He lived thru some pretty horrible times while in the War! I love that sweet Dolly and I am thankful that you have her to look at on this day!
As much as you COOK, gotta get that oven fixed! Peanut butter cookies look delicious!
BIG HUGS to you dear BJ!!!!
What a special story.....loved every bit of it:)
What a wonderful post. I love the tablescape and the teeny tiny oven. The story about your dad was so special...imagine being sick so long and away from home. I love that you still have the doll...perfect for this table.
What an amazing story! I'm so glad you told us...I love peanut butter and now it will mean more to me, too! ♥
That is so adorable. That is the smallest tea set I have ever seen. These itty bitty tea sets are not for serving tea.
Bless your dad's heart, there are so many things soldiers went through that we don't know about. I can't even imagine being so far away from home and in the hospital for that long. I just love the little doll he brought back for you and how amazing that you still have her:-) Now we know for sure that peanut butter cures all ills!!! hehe xoxo
What a cute tiny tea! I like the teapot because of its whiteness also:) Glad you didn't let the broken oven stop you from having tea...and cookies.
Blessings,
Charlotte
Delightful story. Thank goodness for peanut butter! I hope you think of lots of happy memories of your dad today.
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