Giveaway! $50 Amazon Gift Card

Posted March 14th, 2011 in Contest, Free Stuff, Posts

Do you want to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card? We are excited to announce our first ever giveaway on the Queen of Tarts Blog! The directions are simple and if you win you can even use your winnings to purchase Oregon Fruit from! That way you can cook and bake even more.

In order to enter for a $50 Amazon gift card, you have to do two things:

1) Leave a comment on this blog post (and make sure to include your full name), between today and Sunday March 27, 2011, which answers the following question:

Tell me about a memorable cooking experience as a child.”

2) Go to our Facebook page and “like” us. If you already like us on Facebook, that counts!

The winner will be announced on Monday March 28, 2011

Pretty simple which is how I like my contests.

Of course there are the usual disclaimers:

  • Winner will be randomly selected from the comments on this blog post.
  • Winner must not have won an Oregon Fruit Products giveaway in the last 6 months.
  • Winner must be a Facebook Fan as well as commenting on this post.
  • This promotion is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with, Facebook.

Thanks for visiting and we hope you keep coming back!

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  1. my mom got a mail in rebate a to z cookbook and every week we’d make the next letter’s recipe.

  2. I remember learning how to make funnel cake in home economics class in junior high when I was about 12. I had a lot of fun in that class.

  3. I like you on Facebook with my username Mary Happymommy.

  4. My mother kept a well-stocked pantry. She could make a gourmet meal out of whatever she had on hand. She may never have given me an actual cooking lesson, but she taught me how to cook and how to feed a family on a budget by example. She would have loved your gooseberries.

  5. Making a Barbie birthday cake for sure with my dad for my 7th birthday, doesn’t get better than that :)

  6. Blueberry pie..everytime I would go visit my Grandparents my Grandmother would make me a Blueberry pie..And being from Tennessee it was a must that you learn how to cook..She taught me to cook and make my own Blueberry pie,Biscuits,corn bread,and cakes from scrach. Along with all the other food that make up a meal.And I must say she was a very good teacher, I am a very good cook.I have a pork roast in my pressure cooker now for dinner, will share with my neighbor. God Bless Grandparents..

  7. Tracy Darmstandler

    Growing up in Oregon I used to bake fruit pies with my grandma. She would let me “make” the pie however I wanted (with whatever ingredients I wanted) then she would put it in the oven. When I was not looking she would switch my pie out with a real one. I grew up thinking I made the best fruit pies EVER…black pepper and all :0)

  8. I have so many cooking memories it’s difficult to choose a favorite but Puddin’ and Sass’ ranks right up there. It took years for me to realize that being from the south had a lot to do with the mysterious name. Puddin’ was the “made from scratch” chocolate cake, served hot from the oven, with the Sass, sauce, which was the also “made from scratch” hot vanilla custard and poured over the cake. Granny would put a square of cake in a dessert dish and spoon the vanilla custard over that. We always had seconds!

  9. I love reading the Queen of Tarts blog. All the comments are interesting and some are so inspiring.

  10. Thanks for the opportunity to enter this fun contest!

  11. Igrew up on a small orchard and every summer, my parents would can fruit from the trees. We would spend all day (several days) cleaning and preparing the fruit and then canning. Those are good memories! Not an art that I’ve adopted as an adult, though; can’t say that I’ve ever canned anything!

  12. When I was in 3rd grade, I had this incredible teacher named Mrs. Kwilhoug. I adored her so much. I looked up to her and wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I think she must have known this because she invited me over to her house one day to help bake cookies with her. I’ll never forget it. One of my favorite childhood memories.

  13. I have a memory of my moms old cookbook, by now its held together with rubber bands. It has a lot of recipes that I grew up with. Maybe someday I can rewrite them in a new book.

  14. Iam a facebook fan.

  15. My favorite memories of cooking was with my grandmother. Everything she taught me I still use today. I still have all her hand written recipes. I will never forget the day she taught me how to make a roast and let me do the entire dinner I was only 8 or 9 but she believed in me and I was so proud of myself that day. I miss her so much

  16. My Mother instilled in me a love of Ranier and Queen Anne cherries. I t was alway a such a treat to cook or just eat them.

  17. I remember making fudge with my Grandmother in the year 1943. I was 5 years old and had to stand in a chair next to Grandma to “help” make the fudge.

  18. Nothing will ever meet up to my grannie’s cooking

  19. The best was when Mom would bake her Lemon Meringue pies, and her delicious Salmon Cakes. Once I won the schools’ spelling bee. I don’t know why, but the Principal went to the house to tell my Mom that I’d won,(I think he may have been secretly in love with her, because she was so beautiful). All that I know is that when I got home from school that day, she had baked TWO Lemon Meringue pies, just for me! Every time that I bake and use her pans and tools, I silently look to the sky and say: “Hi Mom, I miss you”.

  20. I must have been about 11 or 12 years old. It was a about 9 AM on a Sunday morning, much too early for anyone to be awake. I decided I wanted to make some hot chocolate for really the first time by myself with a kettle. I got the mixture and the water boiling. I tried to pour the water a little too fast because I was so excited to make my hot chocolate. The water ended up spilling on to my comfortably shirtless body. Now uncomfortable, I had to wake my parents up and tell them about my incident. Essentially I spent the majority of the morning at the hospital to find out I had second degree burns. They healed right up but it was a very memorable experience. And that is how I learned how to make not “hot chocolate” but “second degree burn chocolate.” Oh ya, it tastes just as good.

  21. I bought some Boysenberries and made a wonderful Pie. There is nothing like Boysenberry Pie. I have made Danish with Boysenberries and Dark Cherries. So good, makes my Mouth Water to think of it.

  22. Jessica Castano

    The only time we really got to visit my grandparents was a Christmas because they lived so far, but my grandmother was the uber-cook. There was always something going in the kitchen. We always got to lend a hand and it always smelled wonderful!

  23. visiting my nanaw in the summers. She would talk me through every receipt whatever it was from canning applebutter to making homemade sauerkraut and Now I am having fun teach my granddaughter.

  24. when my dad was still alive we would cook health organic foods everynight for my family we always had fun makeing them and sometimes wed messed up n would end up makeing the smoke alarm go off i remember runin around the house openin all the windows trying to get it to stop then after it stoped wed sit at the table and just laug about it it was great times

  25. I remember baking cake at home as a child. I would eat any left over custard cream.

  26. I remember watching my grandmother make Christmas cookies with her cookie gun!

  27. My most memorable cooking experience was with my grandmom. She taught me how to make a simple Indian curry with Okra. She has a small garden behind her kitchen, where she grew okra,banana plants, eggplants, tomato and herbs. Everytime my grandmom needed some veggie or herb, I would run to the garden to bring them fresh for her. That way I learnt to cook with her. My blog contains most of my grandmom’s recipe and the stories that revolve around it. Even today, when I cook that same okra curry, I would be transported to my grandmom’s kitchen and my tiny urban kitchen would smell of my grandmom.

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