I love getting a call and someone asking if the grandkids can be dropped off at my office. Emily needed to go to the doctor with her mom so Matt and Lauren came to my office after school. I called it a day around 4pm and we headed to my house for fun and good times!
On the way we discussed what they wanted for dinner. I made several suggestion, but they said they would like to have “Breakfast for Dinner”. Of course, grandma wants to please the kiddo’s.
We buy Steve Evans Sausage at WalMart and it tastes like homemade sausage from down on the farm. So…….I fried sausage, scrambled eggs fresh eggs, pancakes with sugar free syrup, milk and OJ. Breakfast for Dinner is not something we do often, but it is nice for a change.
I am sure Jamie Oliver would not approve and neither would I if it were done everyday. But you know, some wonderful memories were made by doing something out of the ordinary. They will remember coming to Pawpaw and Mawmaw’s Hudson’s house and swinging on a tire swing, helping water the flowers, planting a pine tree, looking at a bird nest on my door and eating Breakfast for Dinner.
No, I didn’t say dinner. We had a country supper this evening and it was yummy. When I lived in Lincoln county it was always called supper during the week and dinner on Sunday. So much for that!!
I didn’t have a clue what I was cooking this evening, but it all just fell together. I needed something fast and easy. Here goes…. I made salmon cakes, sweet peas, mashed potatoes and homemade cornbread. Simple and tasty.
This is how I make my salmon cakes.
1 can of pink salmon
bread crumbs (I buy a can of seasoned bread crumbs)
Open the can of salmon and drain the liquid. The salmon has been cooked and packed in the can. Empty the whole can in a bowl. You don’t have to remove the bones and skin. Just take a wooden spoon and mash the salmon until all broken apart. Add the egg and stir well. Add enough of the bread crumbs to make the salmon stick together so you can make it into patties. You can usually get about seven patties from one can.
Add corn oil to your skillet and let it get hot. Add the salmon patties to the pan and brown well on each side.
Sometimes I buy Teays Valley Cornbread Mix or Martha White Self Rising Cornbread Mix. The secret to any good cornbread is using buttermilk instead of regular milk. And of course, you have to bake it in an iron skillet.
You may not be one bit interested in what I had for “supper”, but I enjoyed telling you about it.
What is your favorite county meal?
Okay, I know some of you are still looking for out of this world recipes and have waited until the last minute…and are in a panic. This is the place and this recipe will “knock their socks off”.
BOILED NUT CAKE
Put in a kettle:
2 sticks butter or oleo
2 cups sugar
4 eggs, slightly beaten
2 cups sweet milk
2 cups raisins
2 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. cloves
2 tsp. nutmeg
Bring the above items to a good boil, set aside and cool 1/2 hour. Stir in:
2 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup nuts
1/2 cup drained, crushed pineapple
1/2 cup maraschino cherries
2 tsp. soda in 2 Tbs. of water
Pour into tube pan greased and floured. Bake for 1 hour or longer at 275. Decorate top if desired.
You will get raves!!!
You may be looking for a good recipe for your holiday or church dinner. Let me suggest a recipe my sister-in-law gave me years ago. This recipe originated at the Gauley Bridge Baptist Church and has been passed on to me.
FESTIVE CHRISTMAS PUNCH
2 lbs. sugar
2 cups water
Boil one minute and let cool.
1 pk. cherry Kool-Aid
1 pk. Strawberry Kool-Aid
1 48oz can orange juice
1 48oz can pineapple juice
2 qts. water
3 large ginger-ale
Serve this punch over colored ice or colored ice ring. Perfect for holidays or a wedding reception.
Original Painting by Gen Gillen (my friend)
Back in the late 50’s and early 60’s, people actually had a family dinner on Sunday and just about every night of the week. Basil finally invited me to go to his house for Sunday dinner and to meet all his family. I was so nervous. I only had one sister , but Basil had 8 other brothers or sisters.
His mom always had Sunday Dinner at the dining room table and today was no exception. The white linen table cloth was on the table, her best china and chairs for many, many people. I had never seen so many people at a family dinner. MawMaw had prepared her famous rump roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, rolls and several desserts. I learned later that this was prepared every Sunday.
All the brothers and sisters who lived near where there with all their children. The children had a special table in the kitchen. The men usually ate first and then the women. However, they told me to eat with Basil since we were dating.
Everyone in his family was so nice and happy. Actually 50 years later….they are still the same. I couldn’t have met a better family anywhere.
All the men headed to the porch or to play ball after dinner. You guessed it. All the women went to the kitchen to wash dishes. His sisters told he I didn’t have to wash dishes, but if we ever married I had to help.
It felt like everyone was talking at the same time and my ears were roaring. Aunt Doris (whom I love) could always talk longer and louder than everyone. I felt like I had known these people forever.
It was time for me to go home now. We hopped in Basil’s car for the drive back to Lincoln County. It was so quite when I got home. I missed all the noise, laughter and talking I had experienced today.
……………….to grandmother’s house we go. All the relatives and kids were singing and traveling to our house for Christmas. All the gifts are placed under the tree and we share a Christmas Eve dinner. Mr. B gathers everyone to the dining room and we sing Happy Birthday to Jesus and have prayer before we eat. The sideboard has ham, turkey, dressing, cheesy potato casserole, corn, green beans, cranberry jello salad, deviled eggs, hot rolls and all sorts of desserts. It is all good and I want everyone to enjoy it.
I love sitting at the Christmas table and taking time to eat, talk and laugh. While it is such fun, I also miss my parents more this time of year. Mother always loved my cranberry salad and think of her when I make it. She and daddy would love being here and seeing all the grand-kids.
The grand-kids are taught the joy of giving and receiving gifts. E, L and M bought Mr. B and I gifts at the school Santa’s Workshop. I got two “Grandma-No one in the whole wide world could love you more than me” ceramic plaques. I also got a little red box with a glass “Don’t Worry Angel” and a stuffed bear. The little gifts are worth a million!
My son gathered all the kids together and read the story of Jesus birth to everyone. We sang Christmas several carols to end the night of fun. This was a wonderful night.
The only time Granny Woodrum used her dining room table was Thanksgiving and Christmas. Thanksgiving meant we had been promoted from the kitchen table to the dining room. The table is covered with a white linen table cloth with a lace trim. The good china and the glasses on a stem are all sitting and just waiting for the guest to arrive.
You walk up the pitted out concrete steps and as you walk in the front door the smell of turkey greets you. The menu will consist of turkey, dressing with oysters, cranberries, mashed potatoes, yams with brown sugar glaze, home canned green beans, cold slaw that only granny could master, iced tea, pumpkin pies made from scratch, pecan pie, mince meat pie (for my dad), lemon cheese cake and angle food cake. This was the menu every year for many years.
Aunt Blanche and Uncle Wattie would usually come to eat with our family. They always seemed to be a notch above everyone else. Aunt Blanche always talked like she was from New York and she had never been out of Lincoln County. She was very fashionable and always had jewelry that jingled and jangled. Uncle Wattie was always wore pants with a deep crease and a dress shirt that was without a wrinkle. He had a gold tooth in front and I always wondered where he bought it.
My dad tolerated Aunt Blanche. She was notorious for using God’s name in vain and my dad didn’t like it. It was just My G……this and My G…..that. Using God’s name in vain was a BIG NO NO for everyone except Aunt Blanche.
Grandpa Woodrum got to sit in the chair with arms on it. He would offer grace or ask one of the other men to pray. Back then, the women had to listen and weren’t ask to pray. After the prayer, everyone was ready to dig in and share the meal. Oh, oh, I can almost taste the dressing and it is 60 years later.
After dinner the men would go to the living room to talk about whatever men talk about. The women would usually linger at the table with a cup of coffee and just laugh and chat. Granny smoked and she would usually light a cigarette at the end of the meal. I was just a little girl and I loved to sit and listen to all the women talk. Sometimes they would sort of cover their mouth and whisper and I would get so mad. I think they were telling about someone being pregnant and you just didn’t talk “out loud” about that sort of thing.
These were precious Thanksgiving memories with family who have already lived all of their lives. Of the people who ate at this table only me, my sister and a few cousins remain. Life is precious. Live it and love it.
The chill of fall is in the air, the leaves are falling faster than we can rake and the vegetable soup is on the stove! You can’t have homemade beef vegetable soup without hot cornbread and homemade apple butter.
What a wonderful time to open the “soup kitchen” and invite in some friends to share this simple supper. Mr. B and I were joined by my business partner and her two little munchkins for a delightful evening. We didn’t have to bring out the real china and silver to share time with friends.
We need to not “sweat the small stuff” and just enjoy what we have with those we love. Try it and see if you don’t get a blessing!