The proof is in the Cornbread

Growing up I don’t think we ever had a bag of cornmeal in the house. I knew what it was and that you used it to make cornbread, but I am not sure where I learned that from. It may have been from watching PBS cooking shows as a kid. Yes, I was that kid. I still am. I love cooking shows and some cooking competitions, but not all. I love the Great British Baking Show. I think it shows real creativity, passion, and they pull from their experience or just go on their intuition when they don’t really know what something is. I don’t know if I could ever be a contestant on something like that.

I do love cornbread. I prefer it over any other bread or cake…. if it is good. By good I mean that it can’t be dry, crumbly, or tough. It needs to have good flavor, just holds together, have a crunchy top and sides, but be tender inside, and it needs to soak up butter. I have tried many recipes just to end up with bad or just ok cornbread. It takes a very good cornmeal too.

Growing up, mom would have boxes of Jiffy in the cabinet. Mostly they were cornbread mixes, but sometimes we would have a cake mix or something. Usually for cakes mom would use a Betty Crocker cake mix or occasionally she would get out her cookbook and make a Chiffon or Marble cake.

If you have never used a Jiffy Cornbread Mix, you should. Just to say you have. It makes a sweet tender cornbread. It’s a little cake’y, but I kinda like it. I’ve not used one in years. Maybe I’ll try one again this winter. Making cornbread from scratch is pretty easy though. If you search for a recipe, you will find a good variety of them. It’s kind of like looking for a biscuit recipe. Everybody’s grandmother made the best and all the recipes were different. I might post my recipe, but not yet. I want to work on a couple to add to my cookbook and right now I just have my Brown Butter Cornbread recipe.

Photo from Jiffymix.com

Mary also used Jiffy Cornbread Mix and she made cornbread a couple of times a week. She and Charlie always had a bread on the table with supper. Sometimes it was just slices of white bread, but there was always bread. Mary would eat hers with her meal, but she always saved just a little bit for dessert. She had the tiniest little jelly glass that would sit by her plate with some milk or buttermilk in it. She would pour it before she sat down for supper, but never drank from it. At the end of her meal, she would make her dessert by crumbling cornbread into the glass and let it sit for a minute while she cleared the table. If they had white bread, she would break up a slice and add just a little sugar to it. She didn’t need to add sugar to the cornbread dessert because the Jiffy mix was pretty sweet already.

Photo from Jiffymix.com

Now, I know there is a debate about sweet or not sweet cornbread and whether it should be white or yellow. Some say that sweet and yellow is “Northern” cornbread and not sweet and white is “Southern”. I just think that corn should be yellow, so that would mean that cornbread should be yellow, and I just like it a little bit sweet. I can eat a salty cornbread and that is good too. It is a personal preference for everybody.

I didn’t know at the time that crumbling up your cornbread into milk or buttermilk was a Southern thing. I just knew that Mary did it and if she did it, then it was good enough for me. I really like a little sugary white bread in milk too. It’s been years since I had even thought about that. I think that may be my breakfast in the morning. There are a couple of heels in the bag just begging to be milked.

One of the things I like is to take a leftover piece of cornbread and crumble it up into a cup of buttermilk for breakfast the next morning, which is what I did on Jan 2nd.

I made cornbread for New Year’s Day, something else Mary always did. She also made cabbage with pork or sauerkraut with ribs for New Year’s Day. When she and Charlie were first married, they moved from VA up to OH for Charlie to work. They rented a couple of rooms from a very nice lady who kind of took them under her motherly wing. They basically had a bedroom and a kitchen and that was it. Mary said that for years they had a table but no chairs and they sat on wooden apple crates to eat. They also didn’t have much money, but they got by and appreciated what they did have. Their first New Year’s Day there, the woman they rented from brought up a pot of cabbage cooked with pork and a pan of cornbread. She told Mary that they needed to eat it up for dinner that night because it would bring them wealth and luck for the coming year. She said that they got through the next year and figured it worked, so they did that every year from there on out. They were married for nearly 60 years and she still did it after Charlie passed. She made sure I got a plate too. And you know what, I have always gotten by financially and I feel pretty lucky most of the time. So, I guess the proof is in the cornbread.

It’s a homemade candy kind of Christmas

It’s been a few years since I’ve made candy for Christmas. Mick’s mom gave me her recipe for fudge and I did make that last year. So, that was definitely on the list of candy to make. I made a batch of Moonmallows the other day that just did not come out right. They fell flat, but still had a great taste, just not a good texture. I decided that I would find a use for them. I turned flat into crispy with the addition of a little butter, a little heat, and some Rice Crispy cereal. Now I have Over the Moon Crispy Treats!

Then as I was cleaning up in the kitchen and reorganizing my cookbooks, I came across an old recipe for Peanut Butter Balls, using Rice Crispy cereal as well. Now seemed as good a time as any for making them again. But like most recipes, I will make them exactly as it is written the first time and then the next time I start playing with it and turn it into something of my own.

I modified the recipe some more from what I had done years ago and made them into bars. Here you go!

Peanut Butter Crispy Bars

by The Appalachian Tale

Level of difficulty: easy Total time to make: 10 min prep. 1 hr chill

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup of peanut butter – smooth or crunchy
  • 6 tablespoons of butter
  • 1 1/2 cups of powdered sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups of Rice Crispy cereal
  • 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
  • 2 teaspoons coconut oil

Directions:

Prepare an 8×8 pan by spraying it lightly with non-stick spray and then heavily dusting it with powdered sugar. In a 3 quart or larger saucepan, melt the peanut butter and butter until smooth. Remove from heat and add in the powdered sugar and stir. The batter will become thick quickly. Add in the cereal and mix completely. Turn mixture out into the prepared 8×8 pan and with a buttered spatula (or buttered hand) spread the candy to all edges and corners of the pan evenly.

In a 1 cup or larger microwaveable measuring cup, heat the chocolate chips and coconut oil on high for 45 seconds. Stir several times and return to the microwave for 30 seconds more. Remove and stir again. Stir it for a minute or so and if there are still any chunks of chocolate left, return to the microwave for 15 seconds more. Be careful not to overcook the chocolate. You will know if you do because it will set hard in an instant and you will need to start over again. Pour the chocolate over the candy and smooth out to the edges and corners. Let the candy chill in the refrigerator for 45 minutes to 1 hour to set. Remove and cut into cubes. Yields approximately 36 1 inch squares. Store in an airtight container.

I posted about Hot Cocoa Blocks the other day. I found the recipe in a post by King Arthur Flour. I made a batch and gave them as gifts with some of my homemade marshmallows (just the regular kind, not the moonmallows. I saved a couple of those for me, which I am having as I write this post!)

They are easy to make and enjoy. If you have ever made a pan of fudge, then you can make these. When I use one, I just put a cup of milk in the microwave for 2 minutes, which gets it nice and steamy and then I stir the block in. I found the sticks I needed at the dollar store and they were actually double the width of a regular popsicle stick, which makes it nice for stirring. Here is the recipe from King Arthur!

INGREDIENTS

  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 1 can (14 ounce) sweetened condensed milk
  • 3 cups semisweet or bittersweet chocolate
  • 3/4 cup unsweetened baking chocolate
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • unsweetened cocoa, for sprinkling (optional)
  • Wooden ice-pop sticks

INSTRUCTIONS

  1. Line an 8″ square pan with parchment or foil.
  2. In a 2-quart saucepan, heat the cream and condensed milk until steaming. Remove from the heat and add the chocolate. Let the mixture sit for 10 minutes.
  3. Return the pan to the stove over low heat and whisk vigorously until the chocolate is completely melted and the mixture is thick and shiny. Add a flavoring or extract (see tips), whisk to combine, and pour the mixture into the prepared pan. Shake it gently to level the top.
  4. Sprinkle the top with cocoa (if using). Set aside at room temperature for 1 hour to set up.
  5. Run a knife around the edge of the pan and use the parchment or foil to lift the block out of the pan. Place on a cutting surface.
  6. Dip a large knife in hot water and wipe dry; slice the block into 1 1/4˝ cubes, heating the knife and wiping dry between each cut. Place a wooden stick into the center of each block. Roll in more cocoa (if using).
  7. Place in mini-muffin papers, then wrap in waxed paper or plastic wrap to store in the refrigerator.
  8. Yield: 3 dozen blocks

TIPS FROM OUR BAKERS

  • Depending on your taste and the occasion, you can flavor your blocks any way you like. Hazelnut, vanilla, and almond extracts are all good choices. Try adding some ground chili or five-spice powder for an intriguing twist.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope it is the very best!

Yuletide Tales and Eggnog Cookies

I know I have been MIA on the blog for a while, but that’s because I have been working on it. You are now visiting http://www.theappalachiantale.com!! I originally started with a .net site and acquired my .com a while back. The first thing I wanted to do after grabbing up my .com was to build a bigger and better site. It is still in its early stages, but I try to work on it all I can. This time of year may not be the best time to start a big project, but then, when is! I hope you take some time to look around, sign up for notifications of new blog posts and recipes, follow me on Instagram (that’s where you will find me most), Facebook, Pinterest (could someone please explain this to me? I still don’t get it, but I have lots of boards and people keep popping up as a pin-twin. That concerns me a little. Who are these people?), basically just get all you can stand of me! There, that is out of the way.

Christmas has always been a favorite time, which I know it is for many. While the presents have come and gone, the one thing that has always been consistent is sharing time with those we love. When I was a kid, that meant that on Christmas Eve, there was going to be someone at the house. At first, it started with strangers that Dad would bring home that needed a place to go for a few hours. I remember one couple who got stranded and he brought them home until it was time to take them to catch a bus in the next town. Then there was a family that we took food to on Christmas Eve to secretly leave it at their door for them when they got home. After a few years, we began a tradition of having folks over for treats and drinks. We would set out a huge spread on the kitchen table and people just dropped in and out throughout the evening. There could be as many as a couple of dozen or just a couple of people visiting at one time. It was always fun and always loud, but then everyone would go home and we would open presents from granddaddy and grandmaw Edge. Grandmaw usually made us something and we would call them up while we opened them. There were a few years when they lived close enough that we would go to their house for Christmas for a few days. I honestly can’t remember much of what I got for Christmas, but I remember the people that we spent it with.

On those Christmas Eve’s that we spent at home, and after everyone was gone, Mom would sit in the living room with just the tree on. She would have one more cup of coffee. She could drink coffee anytime and go straight to bed after. But, she would just sit there and look at the tree. Sometimes we would have music on low. You could tell she was just taking it all in and enjoying the moment. I would like to think that she was looking back on all the Christmases we had enjoyed there. I have been looking for a picture of the first Christmas they spent there, which would have been my first Christmas. They built the house and moved in just a month before I was born.

On Christmas morning we would get up really early to see what Santa had brought. There were times that Santa left each of us a pile of our own in a chair or corner of the room. Santa’s presents were never wrapped, but he did write our name on a note with each pile so we would know who’s was who’s. Now anyone can get a wrapped present from Santa, but to have him write your name was huge! As the years went by, we would sleep in longer and longer until it got to the point that mom would wake us up. We had to have our presents opened and get cleaned up so we could get to grandmaw Barton’s in time for lunch. She made a huge meal for all the holidays. I think that’s something else I get from her. We have all of Mick’s family over for the holidays and we make more food than we can eat. Everyone leaves with plates of food and we still have leftovers for several days.

I told you before about the sugar cookies that we would always make with mom and the mincemeat pie that only grandmaw Edge and I enjoyed, but there has always been another treat at Christmas that I love and that’s eggnog. I bought some the other day at the grocery store and drank a warm cup last night. I only warmed it up, I didn’t put any firewater in it. Tonight I decided to make an Eggnog Cookie. I took a basic cookie recipe and thought about the flavors of eggnog, such as the nutmeg and cinnamon. I began playing with it and wrote a new recipe. I felt it was fitting to make it the first post on my new blog site. I think they taste just like Christmas. And, they made the whole house smell like Christmas!

Eggnog Cookies 

Ingredients:

  • 2 cups plain flour 
  • 3/4 cup corn flour (or use 2 teaspoons cornstarch with enough flour to make 3/4 of a cup)
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3/4 cup full-fat eggnog at room temperature
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 teaspoons Rum – optional, but it is eggnog after all
  • 1/2 stick butter – melted
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 3/4 cup light brown sugar
  • Spiced sugar for coating cookies – 1/4 cup granulated sugar, 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon, and 1/8 teaspoon nutmeg

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a bowl sift together the flour, cornflour, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg. In a large bowl mix well the eggnog, vanilla, Rum, melted butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar. Slowly stir the flour mixture into the eggnog mixture, a little at a time. The dough should come together firmly, but not hard. Do not over mix. Cover and chill in the refrigerator for 1 hour. After chilling, with a teaspoon, scoop out enough dough to roll into a ball about 1 inch in diameter. Roll each ball in spiced sugar and place on a parchment paper lined pan, 1 – 2 inches apart. When the pan is full, you have the option of leaving the cookies as they are to bake or you can press the down with the back of a spoon to flatten them. The cookies left round will be more tender and the flattened cookies will come out a little crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is up to you which you like. Bake for 14-15 minutes. Remove from oven and let cookies cool for about 5 minutes before transferring them to a cooling rack or clean towel to cool completely. Prepare the next pan while one is in the oven and repeat until all are baked. It will make approximately 5 dozen cookies.

Roll dough into balls about 1 inch in diameter and roll in spiced sugar
Leave as balls when baked and they will be very tender on the inside
Flatten with the back of a spoon and they will bake up crispy on the outside and tender inside

Cinnamon Rolls aren’t hard, unless you want them to be

As I continue working on my cookbook, I find myself getting distracted by the idea of coming up with new recipes. When my aunt gave me so many of my grandmaw’s recipes she mentioned her cinnamon rolls. We didn’t find a recipe for them and I didn’t give them much thought until a couple of weeks ago. Aunt Alice and I chatted online and I asked her about them. She said that grandmaw just whipped them up and they were so good. She thought that maybe her recipe for refrigerator rolls was what she used, so I tried it and they were ok. I may have baked them a little too long because they were very dry. I thought about them since and came up with a couple of ideas to improve them. I had not really made any bread in a few years, except a few sweet breads like banana or zucchini.

Mary gave me her recipe for rolls once and my first year out on my own I was invited to what we called an Orphan’s Thanksgiving. I had moved from home to Nashville, so there was no way I was going to get home. We all agreed to what we could bring and one friend hosted the dinner at her apartment. I said “I’ll bring the rolls!” and everyone looked at me like I was just picking the cheapest and easiest thing to bring. I told them about Mary’s rolls and how she would tell me that her grandfather taught her how to make them, that it was his recipe. He learned to make bread during the Civil War when he had to cook for the soldiers. So, naturally, with so much history and meaning behind them, everybody agreed that I should make them.

We all had to work on Thanksgiving Day, so our dinner was on Wednesday. I did a trial run that weekend before because I had never actually made them myself. I had seen Mary do it dozens of times. I had helped a time or two. I remember she used the same white coffee cup to activate her yeast in. When I think about it, I can smell the yeast beginning to work. Well, my first run through was ok, but not great. I didn’t have time to do them again that night, so I had to wait until my next day off, which was Wednesday. I got up early and started them. It seemed like it was all going well. But, they didn’t want to rise the second time. I thought they would do it in the oven, so I put them in. I baked them for almost 2 hours. I kept checking them but they were not getting any bigger and they would not brown at all. I finally just took them out and rubbed butter over the tops and stuck them back in to see if they would brown. They looked a little better, but not much. I got dressed while they cooled down. I had to go so I wouldn’t be late. I went to take them out of the pan and they were heavy as bricks. I cut one open to see if they baked all the way through and they were as dense as they could be. They actually still looked raw in the middle, even though they had been in the oven that long. I just set the pan aside and headed out the door without them. It felt so much like Thanksgiving Day that I forgot that it was still Wednesday and I could stop and pick up some at the grocery store. So I did. I got to my friend’s apartment and walked in with the most expensive and best-looking rolls I could find. I wish I would have thought to bring a basket that I could’ve put them in and made everyone think that I had made them. But instead, I blurted out what happened and just let it go.

I got home that evening and thought maybe I could salvage something out of them. So, I got out some milk, eggs, sugar, and some spices and tried to make bread pudding out of them. It only made them worse and now I had wasted even more time and ingredients, something I didn’t much of at the time. Years later I bought a bread machine and kind of perfected making bread. It did do most of the work, but when I wanted rolls I let it mix and rise them the first time and then I took it from there. They were pretty good at that point. I think Mary would have been proud, even though they were not exactly like hers. I could eat almost a whole pan of hers warm from the oven.

So, I decided that I would try the cinnamon rolls again today. I had posted the first attempt and Aunt Alice said that they looked great, but that grandmaw didn’t put icing on hers. She said that they were just nice and buttery and sticky, with nuts in the middle. Since the only recipe I had to go on was for her rolls, I just tried to picture what they looked like. I don’t remember her making them when we were there. Alice told me that she rolled them out and used lots of cinnamon sugar in them. She said that there was always a jar of cinnamon sugar in the cabinet and they would also use it for cinnamon toast, which I did remember having. Growing up we always had cinnamon sugar in the cabinet and I never realized that it was probably because dad grew up that way. I too always have cinnamon sugar. It was kind of funny to make that connection.

Since it was down in the 50’s last night it finally felt like Fall was trying to start. I didn’t waste any time making it feel even more like Fall today. I fixed a big breakfast and pulled out the apple butter I made a little while back to put on some biscuits. All day I thought about making the cinnamon rolls have an apple flavor, but using the apple butter would have made them too messy and figured that would not work. Then I remembered that we have a pack of Angry Orchard hard cider in the pantry that a friend had left here. I figured if beer bread worked, why not hard cider bread. They were quick to do and smelled so good through the whole process. I ended up coming up with another recipe and didn’t use my grandmaw’s. I thought she may not have approved! These may have been the best cinnamon rolls I have ever had, certainly the best I had ever made. Of course, the only other option for them would have been to come in second best.

Here’s the recipe. If you don’t have hard cider, you can just use regular apple cider. You will just need one 12 oz. bottle.

Hard Cider Cinnamon Rolls

Ingredients:

For the rolls
4 cups of plain flour
1 teaspoon of salt
2 tablespoons of sugar
1 packet of quick active yeast (or 1 tablespoon)
1 large or jumbo egg
2 tablespoon melted butter
1 cup hard cider
3/4 cup of whole milk

For the filling:

1 stick of butter at room temperature
1 1/2 cups of brown sugar
1 1/2 tablespoons cinnamon
pinch of salt

For the icing:

1/2 cup hard cider
3 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon cinnamon
3 cups powdered sugar

Directions:

Pour into a large bowl, 3 cups of the flour, all of the salt, sugar, and yeast. Make a well in the center of the flour mixture and add the egg, melted butter, cider, and milk. Mix until all dry is incorporated. Begin slowly adding the remaining 1 cup of flour and incorporate well. Cover and let it sit for 10 min.

On a large floured surface, turn the dough out of the bowl. It will be very sticky, so use plenty of flour on your surface and hands. Begin to knead the dough, adding more flour as needed to prevent sticking. Continue for about 10 minutes. Again, make sure your surface is very well floured and begin to roll the dough out to about 1/4 inch thick. Make the rolled dough a large rectangle.

Cover the top of the dough with the softened butter, spreading it to each edge. Mix the brown sugar, cinnamon, and salt together and spoon evenly over the buttered dough. Begin to roll the dough up from the wide side so your log will be as long as possible. To cut the dough, use a knife or dough scraper and start in the middle. Cut the full log in half, then cut each half in half and so on until you have 10-14 rolls. With 3 more tablespoons of butter, butter the bottom and sides of your baking pan or skillet. Starting in the middle and working your way out and around, fill up your pan or skillet. Let them sit for 10 minutes while your oven preheats to 350′.

Place pan of rolls in the oven and bake for 30-35 minutes. Be sure not to over brown them. Take them out of the oven to cool. While the rolls are in the oven, begin to prepare the icing. Place the cider, butter, and cinnamon in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil and simmer for 5 minutes. This won’t burn off much of the alcohol, but it will reduce it some and intensify the flavor. Remove it from the heat and let it cool while rolls finish and cool.

When the cider mixture has cooled, mix in the powdered sugar 1 cup at a time and mix well. You can add extra or leave a little out, depending on how thick your icing becomes. You want it soft enough to pour, but thick enough to coat and stick to the spatula. Pour or drizzle the icing over the rolls, depending on how much icing you want. Serve and enjoy!

June’s Prapple Crisp

When I was 12 years old a family moved into a house on the hill behind us. They were from “the city”, which was very intriguing to me. That certainly meant that they were sophisticated and worldly. Which I do think they were, but they were also very friendly for city folk.

That was my friend, Sheila, and we are still very close today. Sheila’s mom, June, could do anything in my eyes. She was very creative, had a great sense of humor, and a great cook. I’ve mentioned before that it was pretty common for me to yell “I’m goin’ up Heyman’s”, which meant that I would spend the rest of the day at their house.

June always had something for us to do, but it wasn’t to keep us out of her hair, most of the time she was doing it with us. And, while she spent time with us, she would play music and sing right along. She had a beautiful voice. Johnny Mathis never knew it, but she was his best duet partner. All the neighborhood kids ended up at their house. In the summer we would take long walks in the fields behind their house and in the winter they had the best yard for sledding.

She was always making something for us to eat that I had never had before. One of those things was Prapple Crisp. Well, it was just Pear and Apple Crisp, but Sheila and I called it Prapple Crisp and it stuck. I asked Sheila if she had her mom’s recipe and she said that June never wrote down recipes, she just looked at a few recipes and then made up what she liked, taking things from several of the recipes. That’s what I do too. I will usually follow a new recipe the first time so I know how it is supposed to come out, but then I play with it from there. As I have begun working on a cookbook, I have just been throwing things together. I have always had a feel for how flavors and ingredients work together. Sometimes I look up recipes to see what the basics are and then I will take it from there.

June passed away several years ago, so the only thing I could do was ask her for guidance as I played around with this and I told Sheila that I would give her mom credit for the recipe. Asking June for guidance is nothing new. She was also one of the most intelligent people I had ever known. Asking her about how to make something was nothing new either. I did get a recipe from her years ago for her Zucchini Bread. She also made a great Banana Bread, but I never got that one. As I looked over a couple of recipes I had already developed, I just made a few modifications. It worked! There is one ingredient that I don’t think most would not use and I am not sure if June did, but it just came to me so I would like to think that she was whispering it to me.  I heard her say apple cider vinegar, but if you want you can use lemon juice. It mostly keeps the apples and pears from turning brown, but it adds a great little zip to the flavor where lemon juice can brighten the flavors of the apple and pear, but not add a new flavor. I also made whipped cream to serve it with. You can serve it warm plain, with milk or cream, whipped cream or ice cream. I have also included a recipe for the whipped cream. It is very easy to make, but you do have to follow a couple of rules for optimum sucess. Anyway, here it is!

June’s Prapple Crisp

Ingredients:

4-5 cups of peeled, cored and chopped apples and pears. About 3 ripe apples and 2 ripe pears. 
2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar (optional-use 2 tablespoons lemon juice)
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon 
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

Crisp topping:

1 1/2 cups oats
1 cup plain flour
1 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon 
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/8 teaspoon cardamon
Dash of salt
1 stick butter

Directions:

In a mixing bowl, toss apples and pears with apple cider vinegar and set aside for about 10 min. Add brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Toss to coat well. Let sit while you prepare topping. 
For the topping; in a mixer or food processor, combine oats, flour, brown sugar, and spices. Give it a pulse to mix. Cube cold butter and add to oat mixture. Mix on a low speed until butter is combined and mixture looks like meal. 
Pour apple and pear mixture into a 2-quart baking dish. Spoon crisp topping over apples and pears, covering entire mixture. Press down to evenly cover. 

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Bake at 350 for 45 minutes or until crisp is golden. Remove from oven and let cool for 15 min before serving. Serve plain or with cream, whipped cream, or vanilla ice cream. 


Whipped Cream Topping

Ingredients:

1-pint heavy whipping cream
3 – 4 tablespoons sugar

Directions:

Put carton of heavy whipping cream, mixing bowl, and whisk in the freezer for about 15 minutes. I also wet a dish towel and put it in the freezer long enough for it to freeze stiff and I can wrap it around the mixing bowl to help keep it all cold. The whipping cream and utensils have to be cold for it to whip properly.

Remove everything from the freezer, wrap the bowl with the towel and put the whipping cream in the mixing bowl. Begin beating on high and add sugar a tablespoon at a time and the cream begins to thicken. Once the sugar is incorporated, turn the mixer on the highest setting and whip until the cream comes to a firm consistency. Do not overbeat.

Peach Spoonbread

I’ve worked in or around restaurants nearly all my working life. My first job was at The Virginian Truck Stop where I did everything from clean the bathrooms to prep, bussing tables, and washing dishes. Even when my primary job was not with a restaurant, I would get part-time jobs at one to make extra cash. One of those part-time jobs was waiting tables at The Wayside Inn in Middletown, VA.

I worked there on weekends while working at a bank during the day and taking classes at college at night. It was good money. I met a few famous people in that little bit of time I was there. One Sunday morning, I think it was Easter Sunday, Gene Shalit and his family reserved the private dining room and I was their server. Gene was a movie and book critic for the Today Show for many years. I heard about Paul Newman and Tom Cruise being there, but I was not working that night. Apparently, they raced at a local race track near there. Other than that, I usually waited on visitors staying at the Inn and local business people.

The male waiters dressed in black pants, white tuxedo shirt, black tie, and cumberbund. The women wore long granny dresses and mop caps. It was an odd mix of uniform. The Inn had been known as the longest continuously operating Inn in America until one night the kitchen caught fire and they had to close for a few months. The original part of the Inn and dining rooms were fine.

 One evening, I had the last table of the night. When they left I had to clean up and turn off the lights in the kitchen. Everyone else was gone and the night clerk was waiting on me to finish up and close out. I headed across the dark dining room toward the bar where there was a short flight of stairs and a tiny hallway that took you right to the front desk of the Inn. Along that hallway was my favorite dining room. It was the original kitchen of the Inn, dating back to the late 1700’s. As I got to the small flight of stairs and started down, a figure in white started up toward me! I screamed and it screamed back at me and then took off in the other direction down the hallway to the front. As it entered the light of the front desk I could see it was one of the waitresses. In the almost pitch dark of the stairs, all I could see was her white apron and cap and all she could see was my white shirt. We both thought one of the ghosts we had heard so much about had appeared before us. The front desk clerk had a bit of a fit over our screams, which were followed by almost uncontrollable laughter. When we screamed, we were directly under the main hallway for the guest rooms upstairs and he was sure we had woken everyone at the Inn. He got over it and the waitress and I walked each other out to our cars. Even though we knew we had only scared one another, we were both still a little skittish.

The small dining room which had been the original kitchen to the Inn. It still smelled like the wood that burned in the fireplace 200 years earlier.

I worked there twice while in college, with one of those runs being during the summer where I was able to pick up more shifts. When I returned for more weekends we had a new manager and he did not like me very much, or at least I thought. He was the one who assigned me to Gene Shalit’s reservation, I never got to work the banquets, and it seemed I always had the tables furtherest from the kitchen. It turned out though that he felt I was one of the better servers and could handle a famous guest and his family, I could take care of the bigger tables in the front dining room. And, banquets were given to one main server and several people who just did what they were told. I thought they had it easy and always got done early and could go home. But the truth was they never made much money because it was the only round they had for the evening. So in hindsight, he did like me better, but I was too stupid to know it at the time. I had enough when one Sunday morning I got there to find out I was the only server and the Inn had been full the night before. That meant that I would have the entire restaurant to take care of myself. I did a foolish thing and walked out. I did squeeze the fresh orange juice, make the coffee and set the muffins in the warmer before I left though. I also left him a note on the board by the schedule to say I would not be back. He called me later that morning and of course was not happy with me for walking out, but mostly for leaving period. I regretted it a little and thought I would never just walk out on a job again. So, I have only done it twice more since then. I think I have it out of my system now though!

One of the things I enjoyed most about working there was getting to take the dessert tray around to the table. They did have the best desserts. One was Kentucky Derby Pie, which one waitress always described as pecan pie laced with chocolate chips. You could tell when she got to that on the tray, even across the dining room. She always threw her hands up in the air and lean back a little when she said: “laced with chocolate chips”. We all said she was a little laced at times and she pretty much admitted it. We also had a Strawberry Romanoff, which was strawberries and cream with a liquor syrup. At the end of the night, several of us would fight over who got which dessert off the tray. I don’t know why any of us wanted any of the desserts though. They set on a tray for hours in the dining room, being carried from table to table and by the end of the night they looked pretty bad. They were just examples for customers to see and the dining room was so dimly lit that even they could not see when the strawberries had practically decomposed in the dish. It was pretty good just the same.

There was one dessert that many people chose that was not on the tray though. It was a special order and was prepared to order. It was Spoonbread, which is a very moist and dense pudding made with cornmeal. Guests needed to order it about 30 minutes in advance. I had never heard of it before working there, but I became a quick fan of it. I found the recipe that they published, but that was for 6 people. I only wanted to make enough for a couple of people, so I searched a few more recipes and then came up with my own to fit my 6-inch Lodge skillet.

Since we just canned peaches this past weekend, I thought I would try to change it up a little more and create Peach Spoonbread. I took one to work this morning and shared it around to get some feedback. So when I got home, I made a couple of more changes and made it again. I have to say, it’s pretty good! I realized I had not put up a recipe in a little while so I thought it was time.

Peach Spoonbread with Peach Cinnamon Syrup

Ingredients:

1/2 cup plain cornmeal – yellow or white
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup of boiling water (you can reserve the syrup from canned peaches, making up any shortage by adding water to equal 1/2 cup of liquid)
2 tablespoons butter – melted in boiling water or heated peach syrup
1/2 cup milk
1 egg
1 cup chopped peaches
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 tablespoons butter for skillet

Syrup:

1/4 cup reserved peach syrup from canned peaches or 1/4 cup water
4 tablespoons white or brown sugar
1 tablespoon butter
dash of cinnamon

For the spoonbread: 

Preheat oven to 350. To prepare skillet, warm it in the oven comes to temperature, with butter in the pan to melt.  Mix cornmeal and salt then add the liquid/butter mixture. Stir well to remove any lumps. Add the milk and blend until smooth. Add the egg and blend until smooth. Stir in the peaches and baking powder. The batter will be thin. Remove skillet from oven when it comes to temperature. Carefully pour batter into skillet. The melted butter will rise up and over the batter. Return skillet to the 350-degree oven for 30-35 minutes or until the top is golden an the edges just begin to pull away from the pan. Let sit and cool just a couple of minutes while preparing the syrup.

For the syrup:

Combine all ingredients in a microwave-safe measuring cup or bowl. Heat on high for 2 minutes. Carefully remove from microwave and stir. Return microwave for 2 more minutes. Remove carefully and stir the syrup. If it is still too lose, cook it for 2 minutes longer.

Serve spoonbread right from the skillet. Drizzle with the syrup and enjoy!

The store beneath the stairs

When I was at Toms Brook Elementary, the downstairs was 1st through 4th grade and the upstairs was like Jr. High with 5th through 7th grade. We didn’t mix the two much unless we had to go to the gym, cafeteria, or the principal’s office. When we got to go upstairs we felt like we were really something. Tom’s Brook Elementary was built in the 1930’s as a high school and it closed in the early 1990’s. It was later converted into apartments.

Picture credit: Shenandoah County Library Archives

When I was downstairs we used to man the school store. It was a very tiny store that was located in an old closet underneath the front stairway, off the main lobby. There you could buy pencils, erasers, paper, folders, and all sorts of school supply stuff. If we worked the store, we got credit to spend and sometimes the teachers would give you credit you could spend, for extra work or something. Everything was cheap, well cheap if you had any money at all, which I rarely did.

The school store was located just behind that post, under the stairs in the main lobby.

I still remember how it smelled. If you’ve ever emptied an old pencil sharpener that hung on the wall then you know the smell. It was of wood shavings and lead dust, with a touch of the scent from a big gum eraser. I wouldn’t have thought much about the store, but on a recent trip, I walked into a store that brought that memory back by just the smell. I was in New York for work and we checked out CW Pencil Enterprise. Who knew someone could open a store for the same thing we did all those years ago. But, immediately upon walking in, a flood of memories of that little store came rushing in with me.

I remember the kids who had the fancy folders and those of us who had the basic ones. Those that could afford the biggest eraser available and those of us who just relied on the one at the end of the pencil we could afford. At one time I think we even sold little troll doll pencil tops. My neighbor had those, along with the fancy folders and big erasers. I was the closest thing she had to a sibling. Her mom always made sure the had everything. Well, it looked like everything at the time. Looking back it’s a minute detail in my memories unless I begin to feel like that 4th grader who carried a little bit of envy. Not for the troll doll though, I think I carried a little bit of pity for her that she thought it was cool. I thought they were kinda stupid, so then I could think she was kinda stupid and I was kinda smart for not wanting one. I know it was wrong, but how else was I going to feel superior to her when she had all that flashy stuff.

This sign was behind the counter at the store. So, I knew I had to write a Tale.

Anyway, I walked around the store and looked at the simplicity of it all. It was just pencils, pens and erasers. You could spend a fortune on a pencil in there if you wanted to, or spend just a couple of dollars and get a few things. I found an old pencil vending machine in the back of the store. For just two quarters I could turn back time. You laid the quarters into the slots, pushed the tray in and out came a new vintage pencil from the 1940’s and 50’s. They are promotional pencils from various businesses. Nothing like what we had in the school store, but exactly like what I would find in the catchall drawer at grandmaw’s house. And right next to the vending machine was one of those old wall pencil sharpeners, so of course, I had to sharpen my new old pencil. It just added to the familiar scent.

The mighty blueberry bush

When I bought my first house there were a few fruit trees, wild blackberries and a blueberry bush on the property. I got a couple of pears the first year, but the apple trees were still too young to produce. The peach tree died of something and fell over onto the back walkway. I picked enough blackberries to make a cobbler once, but I’m not as big a fan of blackberries, so I let the birds eat them. I also saw a snake go into the blackberry patch, so I wasn’t keen on venturing into them again.

My blueberry bush, however, did very well. I covered it up with some fencing and netting to keep the birds out. The blueberries were huge and sweet. I would go out some mornings and find just enough ripe ones, in the beginning, to add to cereal or something. Then when they all began to ripen, I picked from it for days. I always loved blueberry muffins, but not a dozen at a time! We couldn’t eat them before they would go bad. I could have frozen the muffins, but I decided to freeze the blueberries instead. Then I had them for ice cream or to mix into a smoothie and help keep it frozen.

My first house was an old farmhouse that was built about 1855. I joked about being on the 1855 diet because the house needed so much work that I didn’t have time or money to eat. I did look pretty skinny that first summer. Having something free to eat was an extra treat. I sold the house about 3 years later, after I had done all the repairs that I could handle, physically and financially. I figured it looked the best it was going to look and I put it on the market. I loved the house, but it was time. The housing market was taking a big dive, but after being listed for six months, it sold and I moved on. I tried growing more blueberries over the last few years, but every bush I bought either didn’t produce or it died. Someone told me that I needed several bushes so the bees could pollinate them and I would have a great harvest. That didn’t work. I think that little bush was just a trooper and I guess the bees still did their work, but it must have been the fruit trees that helped it along. I don’t know. But, now I just buy them when I see some at a farmer’s market or at the grocery store that I like.

Yesterday, however, someone gave me some at work so when I got home, I got to baking. A couple of years ago, when I started this blog, I looked for recipes using blueberries and came across several recipes for cornbread. Since I have a great source for cornmeal, I thought that sounded perfect. I played with the recipes, as I tend to do, and came up with my own. I call it Blueberry Lemon Cornbread. It’s a little sweet, so I think it’s great for breakfast, a snack or a dessert. It is also very tender, so it’s a little like a cake, but not quite. These blueberries were probably some of the prettiest I have ever seen. The color was so vibrant and they were all perfectly ripe.

I am hoping to get some more and freeze them, so I can use them later in the summer and maybe come up with something for Christmas with them. What would you do?

Blueberry Lemon Cornbread

Ingredients:
1 cup plain cornmeal
1 cup plain flour
1/4 cup white sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
2/3 cup milk
1/2 vegetable oil
1 tablespoon lemon zest
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
2 cups fresh blueberries, cleaned and stems removed
2 tablespoons butter

Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place the 2 tablespoons of butter into an 8×8 baking pan or skillet, whichever you plan to bake in, and place it in the oven while it heats up and the butter melts.

In a small bowl, dust the blueberries with a little bit of flour and gently turn them until coated. This will help keep them from sinking to the bottom of the cornbread while it bakes.

Mix the cornmeal, flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl. In a smaller bowl, beat the eggs slightly and add the milk, lemon juice, lemon zest and oil.

Combine the wet ingredients to the dry and mix well. Gently fold in the blueberries, being careful not to crush them.

Remove the pan from the oven when it reaches temperature and pour the batter into the hot pan.
The butter will rise to the top some.

Bake for 30-35 (depending on which pan you use) minutes or until done and golden. Serve warm with a little butter on top.

Appalachians are the salt of the earth

Last week I went to New York City for work. It was the first time I had been and it was a bit overwhelming at first. I had always wanted to go and am very grateful for the opportunity. We went for a food show, one of the biggest it seems. One of the things I was doing, besides tasting samples of foods from all over the world, was looking at their branding. How did their logo represent them? What did their representatives say about their products? As you know, I am all about some food, though. So the opportunity to try different things was lots of fun, and a bit sickening at times.

We ran into a few people and businesses that we knew. There were the Bush’s Beans folks, which have their plant right down the road from us. And, I stopped at the booth for Route 11 Potato Chips, which began in Middletown, VA in an old feed store when I was going to Lord Fairfax Community College. I remember people stopping by their place just to buy potato chips. You know it’s good when you make one thing and people are stopping to buy just that.

Well, it seems they were introducing a new flavor that was right up my alley! I was talking to one of their owners, Sarah, and she told me about the new flavor. It’s not even on the shelves yet, but it was making its debut at the show. They call it Appalachian Salt & Cracked Pepper. Well, I immediately took out my business card, yes I have business cards for The Appalachian Tale, and showed her who I was. It seems my reputation don’t precede me, but that’s ok. I told her that I worked in Pigeon Forge, TN, but grew up in Maurertown, VA. She did know where that was. And, I told her that I went to LFCC, not far from where they started. As we talked, the conversation turned to families living in the Shenandoah Valley and I told her that my mom’s family and the family that built the Old Mill where I worked were in the Valley at the same time and the family that built the Mill had settled around Middletown somewhere. She told me that they had moved to Mt. Jackson and her brother lived in Woodstock, just a few miles away from where I grew up. I told her that the man who was considered to be the first Governor of TN grew up in Woodstock and after the Revolutionary War, made his way down to East TN and that his name was John Sevier, and that although he was from VA, a statue of him was in the Capitol to represent TN. She said her brother lived on John Sevier Way and they never knew who he was or why there was a street named after him. So after my little history lesson and the fact that we both were so happy about Appalachia, she gave me a bag! I told her that I would post the pic on my social pages, which I did. By the way, if you don’t follow me on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter, I would appreciate it if you did! You can find links above, respectively, or to the right of this post.

The salt they use comes from West Virginia in the salt mines under the Appalachian Mountains. I had heard of the salt mines and we actually carry the salt in one of our shops at work. I held onto them the rest of the week and they were in my carry-on bag on the flight home. Once I opened them, I couldn’t stop eating them.

I looked them up and you can find them here. They even have a jingle. Who has a jingle anymore? Now, this is not a paid endorsement, unless you count that bag of chips, which I kinda do. But I have always liked them. Their Chesapeake Crab chips are my other favorite. My friends, who came down from VA a couple of weeks ago to help with the carport project, brought me a bag. They didn’t last long either. It was so nice to have a treat from home.

When we weren’t at the food show, we checked out the city by way of looking at other businesses that were similar to those we have at work or those that specialized in something. Sometimes that was trying a restaurant and getting their version of Fried Green Tomatoes with Ramp Aioli. Turns out, they taste a lot like Fried Green Tomatoes with a thin mayonnaise on them. Which is pretty good since there’s nothing like a mater sandwich with mayo!

One of the things I learned most about going was that people are the same wherever you go. There were people who kept to themselves and get through their day and those that were sincerely wanting to speak to you and have a connection. So even though I was far from home, that part did not make me homesick.

In preparation for a barn raising

We spent most of the weekend working outside, in between the storms, relocating many of our shrubs, bushes, and plants in preparation for our next project. Work like that makes me feel more connected to grandmaw Barton. She was always working in her yard. She could make anything grow and was always giving us cuttings or potted things for us that she split from other bushes so we could take them home and kill them. A few things survived though, but only until my brother, Bobby, decided that they were in his way when he mowed, so he cut them down or mowed over them before they had much of a chance. We moved 3 yellow rose bushes, 2 pink rose bushes, some weigelas, scotch brooms, crape myrtles, and a bunch of irises. We really didn’t want to move things when they were blooming, but we didn’t have much of a choice. So, I hope everything survives, but I expect they will look a bit worn for a while.

Some friends from Virginia will be coming down in a couple of weeks to help us. I am liking it to an old-fashioned barn raising. I am more excited about them visiting than I am our new project. I hope we have some time to get out and play a bit and not spend a long weekend just working. We rode around today after our work was done, just taking in the beautiful afternoon we had. It didn’t take long to end up at a park that we like to go to that has a great lookout point, picnic areas, and trails. We got out to take a walk along a trail, but the heavy rains we had yesterday made them very muddy, so we decided to go back another day. I think we will take our friends out there for an afternoon when they come down.

The park is called Panther Creek. It reminded me of a park that we used to go to when I was a kid. It was called Uncle Tom’s Park. We went mainly for the huge spring-fed pool that they had. On a hot day, it was great. The water was as cold as ice, but after you were in it for a few minutes, it was just fine. It sloped off so you could walk in where there was just a few inches of water and by the time you got to the slide, you were in over your head. I remember finding the spot where the water would come in. It was a trough just wide enough to get your feet in. We would walk through it and the water was the coldest right there. Your feet would turn blue, but we didn’t really care. It was so fun. We could then run across to the other side of the pool where the water would go out. It was almost warm there so you could thaw your feet out a bit. I also loved getting a coke, in the paper cup with Coke on the side, full of ice. One time mom got me a huge spiral sucker as big as my head. I started into it right away, but after a while, I realized that if I tried to finish it, I would never make it back into the pool. I think I tried to wrap it back up to take home, only to find out that you can’t wrap a licked-on sucker in napkins. Oh well, I had more time in the pool.

I found this picture online. I also found out that the park is not operating as it did when we were kids. The pool is no longer open, but you can camp there. 

I am sure we also took a picnic lunch or used a charcoal grill to cook some hotdogs. The only other time we went to a picnic shelter or cooked out anywhere but home, was when granddaddy and grandmaw Edge took us. Since they moved around a lot for the church, they always had a new place to show us. One of those picnics was at a park that had paddle boats. Grandmaw Edge was wearing a green and black plaid dress so, she wouldn’t get in the paddle boat. I remember seeing her on the shore, carrying a red metal picnic basket. They had that basket for years and I always remembered that park when I saw it. She just waited at the picnic pavilion for us and had lunch ready when we got out of the lake. It was the first time I had been in a paddle boat and I don’t think I did it again until just a few years ago. The second time was not nearly as fun as I remembered. Paddle boats are a lot of work.

This was a family picnic just before I was born, so I guess technically I was there. It was something we did often with granddaddy and grandmaw Edge. I love that they used pyrex, real plates, and silverware. I wish I had a picture with that picnic basket in it.

As we drove through Panther Creek, we rolled down the windows and you could smell the grills and a few fire pits with people cooking burgers and hot dogs. Smells like that take you back so quickly. We had already had a little lunch, corn dogs actually, but I was tempted to jump out and take a hot dog from somebody’s grill. We saw a few turkeys and kept our eyes out for deer, but didn’t see any this time. We also got out at the top of the park, where they have a lookout, giving you views of the lake. It is always so beautiful and I want to go riding on a boat sometime and go out to one of the islands you see peppered throughout the lake.

When reaching the peak, don’t weep.

I’ve said it many times, my mom didn’t cook much. That doesn’t mean that she wasn’t a good cook. One of her greatest cooking talents was making meringue. She always achieved that perfect peak. But, I only remember her making meringue for one thing… her Fluffy White Frosting out of her Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. Her go-to for dessert was a yellow cake with fluffy white frosting.

We had Mick’s family down for Mother’s Day today, so I thought I would make something using meringue. Mick’s mom likes coconut and I was still working on perfecting a new coconut pie I have been working on, so I thought why not. I hadn’t made anything with meringue in a very long time. I was a little nervous. I made a chocolate pie too, which I also wanted to top.

I was pretty happy with it. After I finished setting the pies, I couldn’t help eating some of the leftover meringue. I did the same with both pie fillings. I know you aren’t supposed to eat raw batters and such, but I do anyway. One day it will probably get me.
I got the pies in the oven to brown the meringue and the coconut browned pretty well, but the chocolate was only browned on one side, so I left it in for a couple of minutes longer. That turned out to be a mistake. I opened the oven and it was dripping, so I quickly removed it and set it on the counter. I went back to it a minute later. There was a pool all around the pie. Apparently, if you overbake meringue, it will weep! I ended up putting paper towels under it and it kept weeping. I read that baking it too long will begin to make it shrink, squeezing the sugar and moisture out. I will have to keep a close eye on one the next time.
Before I baked them to set the meringue.

We had a great day. Mick’s parents got here about 11am and stayed until 3pm. I think that’s a record. His mom always worries about her cats being in the house alone, so she usually wants to get back home quickly. It was really nice outside, but a little warm. Still, we didn’t want to be inside. We set up the BBQ chicken, baked beans, potatoes and cole slaw on the porch. I also made deviled eggs. It might be the Southerner in me, but there always has to be a plate of deviled eggs at every gathering. I also wanted to include my grandmaw Edge in the day, so I used a serving bowl of hers. I think it was on every table we ate at when we visited them growing up. I think one time when dad went to visit them, they sent some food back in the bowl and we just never gave it back. It was one of the things I wanted when we cleaned out dad’s house.

It’s part of a whole set of dishes grandmaw and granddaddy had. I think its called Alpine Swiss or something like that. I looked them up once and they came from gas stations. You could get different pieces with a full tank of gas. 
In between dinner and dessert, Mick’s mom asked for some gloves and pruning shears. She insisted on weeding the flower beds. I helped what I could, but she started to point out where the poison ivy was and I stayed clear. I have always been very allergic to any poison. She usually wants to get into the flower beds when they come over. A few minutes later and she had most of the backyard cleared. 
The promise of pie got her to come in and clean up. For a tiny woman, she can eat quite a few desserts. Mick made his banana pudding, his sister brought a strawberry pie and a friend brought some muffins filled with peach and cherry. Well, the chocolate pie tasted good, but the hit was the coconut. Mick’s mom really liked it, so I gave her the rest to take home. We usually give them and his sister some food to take home. We always make way more than we can eat and we don’t want that many leftovers. I rarely give up any deviled eggs though.
I think his mom had a great Mother’s Day. We also put together a card with some pictures of all the family and the animals. She kept looking it over and over. She really liked it. When everyone left, we did what we always do. We took a nap! After all that food, sleeping it off was the best remedy for full bellies.
It was nice to include my mom and grandmaw a little in the day. Happy Mother’s Day.

Grandmaw’s handwritten recipes

I told you a couple of weeks ago on social media that I had an announcement to make and if you hadn’t already guessed what it was, its that I am writing a cookbook to go along with this blog! I know I told several of you and I’ve made small mentions of it, but it is officially in the works. From the beginning, I knew I wanted to turn this blog into a book someday. I just didn’t know what kind of book. Just like this blog came out of some of you telling me that I should write, the book idea turned into a cookbook because so many friends and family have told me that I should write a cookbook. It may just turn out to be something that I self-publish and give to family and friends, but it would be great if it turned out to be something more. I plan on it being more and I am moving in that direction. I will need your help though. I need your support by spreading the word of this blog and my social media pages. It would greatly help me find a publisher if I have a strong following to show them. The growth of this project has been slow, but purposely so. I want it to be something that people want to read and that it grows organically. I could purchase apps or use services that go out and find me followers. That would certainly make my social media presence grow, but will they know who The Appalachian Tale is? Personally, I follow what I see pages or people that I like. I figure if they like something, I will too. Or, I will search for topics that interest me. One of my favorite topics is Appalachia! I search out and follow pages, blogs, podcasts, etc. that feature or focus on Appalachian living. These are kindred spirits that have ended up following me too. Its helped me build a little community for myself of like-minded people like The Blind Pig & the Acorn and Appalachian Mountain Roots. If you like me, you will love them! I learn so much from them and look forward to their posts. So, please share my posts and pages with people you think will like it, and then ask them to share it too. Again, I want this to be for people who are interested and engaged. I know I have been distracted and have not written as much, but I am getting back to it and you will see much more. I want to share this journey with you, especially if I am asking you to help me. I need to come up with some type of reward for helping me! I will certainly give mention to several people in the cookbook. Just your engagement so far has helped me. So, from here on out, some of my posts will be about the cookbook, more recipe testing and I also want your feedback. Let me know what you think about a recipe, tell me if you’ve tried it and how it turned out. Ask me questions and ask them about anything. I am pretty much an open book myself! So with all that in mind, here is a post about the cookbook.

Last week I got to spend some time with Aunt Alice and Uncle Andy. Alice is dad’s sister and they live just outside Atlanta, GA. I asked her ahead of coming if she had any of grandmaw’s recipes or cookbooks, that I am working on writing a cookbook. She immediately responded that one of my grandmaw’s recipes was on the front of the fridge. As soon as I got there, I took a pic of it. I just couldn’t wait to see it. I hadn’t seen her handwriting in a long time. It was as familiar to me as she was. When I saw it, I could see her face and hear her voice. She always called me Jim, whereas my family always called me Jimmy. Only she and a couple of other very close people call me Jim and I like it that way. So when I saw it, I could literally hear her say “Jim, here’s a recipe for your cookbook.” Aunt Alice calls me Jim too.

Grandmaw Edge had the best smile and laugh, and she did both all the time. By the way, I have the bowl just to the left, between the mug and the salt shaker. It matches the pattern on the mug!

I loved being around grandmaw. She had a great sense of humor and the best laugh. I remember one time that we got her to laugh just by laughing ourselves, over nothing. We all ended up in tears and couldn’t breathe because we were laughing so hard over nothing at all. I think a good laugh is like a good cry. You feel so good afterward and recharged. She was genuinely interested in you and you could have the best conversations with her. One time while visiting them, I got myself in trouble for something. As punishment, I had to stay at the house with grandmaw while everyone else got to go somewhere. I don’t remember what it was that I did, but I remember that afternoon with her, and it was great! She made us lunch and we sat on the screen porch and talked. It was probably the first time that I got some alone time with her, which is rare in a big family. I don’t know why she was being punished and had to stay with me, but I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. I couldn’t for the life of me tell you what I missed out on. I hope everybody had a good time doing whatever it was they did, but I doubt they enjoyed being gone as much as I enjoyed them being gone. I was probably 5 or 6 when that happened and I didn’t get some alone time with her again until I stayed with them for a few weeks the summer I turned 12.

After Alice showed me the recipe on the fridge, she pulled out her recipe box. I went through the whole thing and ended up taking pictures of nearly 70 recipes. I only remember her making us a couple of the things I found, so I have more recipes to find. I am hoping someone in the family has more. Some of the meals I remember the most included pot roast and gravy and mashed potatoes. She always fixed us a big breakfast, so the smell of bacon always makes me think of being there too. She probably just knew how to make those things, so I will never find her recipe for those.

The first recipe I’ve made so far is her Three Way Shortbread. I am not sure why it’s called Three Way though. The recipe only has two ways on it. So, I figure that I am destined to come up with the third way, which I think will help me feel more connected to the whole project. It’s like decades ago she left so one of us could finish it. So far I’ve only made the first method, which is basic shortbread. It was so good too. Some things don’t need to be complicated with layers and layers of flavors.

Here is her basic recipe:

Shortbread

Ingredients:
1 1/4 cup plain flour
3 tablespoons sugar
4 tablespoons butter

Directions:
For shortbread wedged, mix flour and sugar, add butter and mix until crumbly. Form into a ball and knead until smooth. Roll dough into an 8 inch circle. Cut dough into 12 or 16 wedges. Do not separate. Bake at 325 degrees for 25 – 30 minutes. While warm, recut wedges. Remove from pan.

I cut it into 16 wedges, which made them the perfect size.
Tender and sweet

So I did as instructed. After cutting them the second time, I did let them cool on the pan until they firmed up. I probably should have left them in a minute or two longer to crisp up a little more. They were done all the way through, but I like them a little crisp.

For the second method, she made Thumbprint cookies. What do you think I should add for the third way?