This is so good you need to put it with your Thanksgiving recipes. I was just making it because I’m going through these cook books to find 31 different ones to make and what a treat! It’s delicious and simple. What more do you need at holidays when you’re fixing so many things. And it would freeze well, if you can keep it from your family long enough. It’s better than the picture and you could do this instead of the sweet potato casserole. The glaze is the best part and could be used on other recipes as well. These next two recipes have dates, which I love, but you could use raisins or both, if you’d prefer. Again they freeze well.
I think the typed recipes straight from the book are so adorable too!
When we were lucky enough to find this 3 acre plot of land for sale with the big house and room upstairs to make more rooms and another bath, we hardly noticed the chickens and chicken coop that came with it. Since we were planning on building and we were now the main caregivers for my precious mother, Mom started praying that if there was a house around available, we would find it before we dug the first hole! Well as God works, our daughter-in-law found this house by accident, or not!! My son and his family were having problems in their little house so that’s why they were looking around. They had looked at several and we had too. Nothing was available in our price range or it was so far out we didn’t even want to look. We both looked at homes big and small, new and old and nothing was fitting either of our fancies. So this is why we decided to go back to the original idea of building. We had our lots paid off and the plans modified to suit our needs. We were ready to hire the builder when this came up on the computer. We all thought, should we or not take the time, we’d seen so many already and nothing was right. Oh well one more house, it might be fun to see so off we went to meet the realtor. We couldn’t believe our eyes! Every way we turned it was more perfect than the last. A big country kitchen with a long bar and six chairs, a sunken living room with a gas fireplace and door to a patio for grilling. Four full bathrooms and two half baths. It even had a hair salon Just off the kitchen where the owner had had her own business. Perfect for the granddaughters to pretend they had their own hair salon with the special sink and moveable chair. We’ve each had our turn with them washing and rolling our hair, even Papa. They didn’t charge us but were delighted when we all gave them tips!!
The chickens are friendly and fun to watch. Since they are used to the neighborhood they visit the goats and alpacas that live next door. The rooster keeps them in line and reminds them when evening comes with his impressive “cock-a–doodle-doo”. And probably the best part are the eggs we get each day. All colors of dark to very light brown and some even have speckles.
When I moved to the South one of the foods I learned to love quickly was grits!! They serve it with breakfast with your eggs and bacon or sausage or in your eggs like the recipe above. Southerners also serve it with butter and sugar like a cereal. And for dinner its very pleasing to the pallet to have shrimp and grits with a little cheese on top! Oh, that’s another blog all by itself!! One of my favorite movie lines of all times is in “My Cousin Vinny” where Joe Pesci, from New York, asks a cook in the south ” just what is a grit anyway”. You need to watch this movie if you haven’t already. HILARIOUS !!
Along life’s journey we meet many people. Some become really good friends that we have for a lifetime and yet others just make an impact on ours lives for a little while and then we loose contact with them forever. This is the case of a girl I met when I first moved to Bristol, Tennessee.
Again my husband had to put in so many hours on his job and I was left alone to fend for myself. We only had one car which he used to get to work most of the time. But I didn’t mind walking and so I did a lot of it. By now I had my first born, a precious little dark haired girl, all of 18 months and rapidly growing with each passing day. I would put her into the stroller and off we would go. A Burger King had just opened a couple of miles away so we made many trips that direction. This is where I had my first Whopper! In fact in was so good the first time I had one, I shared a second one with my little daughter.
After a while the empty apartment next to us became rented. I’m ashamed to admit this but I can’t remember their names. How exciting it was to get to know them though. I had never met anyone from Salt Lake City or the whole state of Utah for that matter. She was beautiful, tall and lean, with fabulous short dark brown hair and big brown eyes with long lashes of course! No wonder she was chosen to be a nude model for the art department at the University of Utah and while attending a concert there by Peter, Paul and Mary she met and dated either Peter or Paul, again I can’t remember which one. She had lots of fun things to tell me and it made for many interesting afternoon talks. She also enjoyed cooking and was teaching me how to use herbs and spices and in which recipes you used each one. Her “significant other” worked at Raytheon in Bristol. Every night when he came home she had prepared a delicious home cooked dinner using different herbs and spices that I was just learning about.
One evening when my friend’s partner came home from work, he announced he was being transferred to Norway. Norway? So the next day she and I went to the library because there were no computers to quickly look up information on. The interesting part that I remember best is the way they described the weather in Norway. It read that it rains so much there that they have fresh flowers on all the tables in the restaurants, even in the ice cream shops to remind the people that spring will come again! The people just put on their rain coats and rain boots and go about their business as usual. What a nice thought!
Excitedly my friend and her partner started planning their move. As it turned out for her to get to go to Norway with him they “had” to get married. She was very happy about that.
The day finally came for them to leave. Passports and visas in hand and bags all packed. As my friend was saying goodbye she handed me the cookbook we had been using all those prior months before and she wasn’t going to be allowed to take her spices with her either so she also gave them to me. I was so excited then, but still sad to see them go.
This cookbook by McCormick is out of print now but I saw on line there were some used ones for sale. Bristol had several things to offer like the race track Paul Newman raced on, the park I took my little Heather to that had a train to ride around on and the big sign downtown that said Bristol, Tennessee on one side and the same sign said Bristol, Virginia on the other side but my favorite gift of all was this little paperback cookbook she left me.
I add some butter and seasoned salt and any extra spices I feel like. You can serve it on rice, pasta or like they do in the south, try putting it on grits with a little cheese on top.
There once was a boy named Jon,
Whose interests were far out and beyond.
The library he loved as he studied and read,
Many hours spent inside as thoughts filled his head.
With all he had learned, he wanted to plant and grow.
Using his hands, he carefully perfected each row
Planting potatoes, kale, tomatoes and Swiss chard
He loved it so dearly, no gardening was ever too hard
He learned and he worked and his passion grew,
Gardening so much he could make a good stew.
As he mastered his art his interests increased,
Preparing recipe after recipe, perfecting techniques.
Pretty soon it was evident, he could cook anything
From Fajita’s to Thai to delicious French Cuisine.
It is ok to recruit help when making the meatballs from scratch. Here is Deedy Marie Crowley, 20 months, already familiar with cooking duties!
I like my soups and stews to have plenty of juice. So just before I put this stew in the oven I add 1-2 cups of water and the rest of the packages of the dry soup mix and gravy together, mix well and add it to the pot.
Thank you, Brenda Touchstone, for perfecting my poem.