Banana Pudding…the secret recipe that ain’t a secret no more

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I grew up going to a family reunion every 4th of July on Lake Cherokee in East Texas. My great-uncle and aunt R.K. and Willie Mae Callahan were the hosts. One of my favorite things to eat was her Banana Pudding. There was nothing better than coming from swimming, and eating a huge bowl of it. And yet every time I made banana pudding, it never tasted like my Aunt Willie Mae’s. Now I know why, and I am going to let you in on the secret as divulged to me by one of my Malone cousins.

First let me tell you about R.K. and Willie Mae Callahan from my perspective. They were everyone’s favorites. She was a great cook and loved to tell stories. Aunt Willie Mae was adamantly opposed to card-playing. One of my fondest memories was her finally agreeing to play a game of “Old Maid” with my sister and I, as long as we “promised not to tell the preacher.” My Uncle R.K. always had this mischievous glint to his eye. Every kid loved him. He always gave us gum, and winked at us when we got in trouble. Now what sort of adult winks at you when your parent sends you to cut a switch from the nearest mulberry bush? The kind of adult you adore because, like Uncle R.K., they still have a big dose of kid in them.

My cousin Maudine Malone Smith, recently contacted me with her stories of Uncle R.K. and Aunt Willie Mae. And to my surprise she gave me the banana pudding recipe I could never get quite right. And while it is not the 4th of July, warm weather is here. And that means get-togethers, swimming holes, playing washers, and potlucks. And y’all can bring along the now “public knowledge” banana pudding recipe and make everyone happy just like my Aunt Willie Mae used to.

Willie Mae Malone Callahan’s Easy Banana Pudding

Recipes and Stories

by Maudine Malone Smith

Aine: How did you get this recipe?

Maudine:  I had always made the recipe on the Vanilla Wafer box where you had to cook the custard and it really took some time. One time I got there a day early for the reunion, Aunt Willie Mae said “here you make the banana pudding.” I was getting out a pot to cook the custard, and she said “oh no make it the easy way.” I was a little skeptical that it would turn out as good but it was better, more creamier and so easy to make! I am sure we usually made a double recipe.

I asked Aunt Willie Mae why her recipe did not call for instant BANANA flavored pudding and she said it would not taste as good.

Aine: Any other tips for the recipe?

Maudine:  One thing for certain, you will need a big bowl. A pedestal bowl is pretty also. I usually layer the vanilla wafers in the bottom and around the side on the first layer, and that looks pretty also. I usually take it to potlucks, luncheons, and always make it for the Bluff Creek Homecoming ( in Livingston, Texas) and I have people come looking for it.

Aine: Can you tell me what else you remember about Uncle R.K. and Aunt Willie Mae? My aunt, Gayle Riley, and my great-aunt, Katholine, who was R.K.’s niece told me a story about them. They said that Uncle R.K. said that when he died all he wanted was a “pine box and a plug of chewing tobacco in his pocket.” Aunt Willie Mae upon hearing that said “well you had better make sure you outlive me because if I have anything to say about it there will be no plug of tobacco to be found.”

Maudine:  What a couple they were! Young and old loved them. I remember when a new baby was brought to the reunion, Pappy (Uncle R.K.) would sing “You get a line and I get a pole and we’ll go down to the crawdad hole. Baby O Baby Mine.” He always had that plug of chewing tobacco and you are right. Aunt Willie Mae did not like it. Pappy was just a little spoiled being the baby in the family. He always had to eat his dessert first, and all the kids loved that notion and so did a few of the older ones. He loved fig preserves, and since I had a fig tree he decided I needed to bring him a case every year to the reunion. I guess that was my admission price! He would immediately open a jar, and eat a whole pint right then and there. And no, he did not offer to share them with anyone. When he would say something a little off-color or inappropriate, Aunt Willie Mae would say, “Now R.K.” He would usually tone it down a little.

Whenever I went to the 4th of July reunion, I knew I had to watch out for snakes. Uncle R.K. knew I was terrified of snakes since my older brother, Joe Malone, always seemed to have a king snake ready to taunt me when we were kids at Soda, Texas. He always said if he had a snake in his hand, I could run faster than any girl in Polk County. When we got to the reunion I would always tell Uncle R.K.: “ok go ahead and throw a snake at me.” Uncle R.K would act so innocent. Then when I least expected it , there would be the snake–flying across the room, in my bed or even in the bathroom. I would start squealing and you would hear Aunt Willie Mae say :” NOW R.K!” There were several of our female relative he would do that to, especially the ones who would scream the loudest.

One thing I remember most about Aunt Willie Mae was how she would love to go to gospel singings. She seldom missed one in the area, and she travelled all over to hear her favorite group. Wasn’t it the Florida Boys at one time? Most important to her was family, and she believed in keeping up with all those Malones. They would come from all over to visit her. Those two dear souls still bring a smile to my face!

Easy Banana Pudding

2 cups cold milk

1 large package of VANILLA instant pudding

1 can Eagle Brand milk

8 oz container of Cool Whip

1 tsp vanilla

1 box of vanilla wafers

About 6-8 bananas, sliced horizontally

1. Mix milk and pudding until creamy.

2. Add Eagle Brand milk and vanilla. Mix well.

3. Start assembling–Put a layer of vanilla wafers, then a layer of bananas and top with pudding mixture.

4. Keep layering until bowl is almost full.

5. Put Cool Whip on top as final layer.

6. I then crush a few of the Vanilla wafers and sprinkle on top.

7. Refrigerate for several hours or overnight. Dig in and enjoy!

(Note: If you are making this for a group of people I would double the recipe.)

An interesting side note to this story is in the photo at the top of this blog there is a little girl atop a horse. Her name is Ruth Kuykendall. She is my great-grandmother. When my great-grandfather was courting her, his own mother was pregnant, and my great-grandfather asked his mother to let him name his baby brother. His mother allowed it, and my great-grandfather named his baby brother R.K. after the girl, Ruth Kuykendall, he was courting.  That baby brother is our Uncle R.K.

Jimmy Ford’s “CLASSY” Appetizer

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The first time Jimmy Ford made this appetizer for me was at my house in Santa Fe. When he said “caviar”, I paused. I then asked “what are you trying to do? Class this joint up?” His reply “I do what I can.” So I have named this Jimmy Ford concoction the “Classy Appetizer.” As he cooked in my house, his wife Sue explained that on their first date he had made the same thing for her. She said to herself after eating this: “any man who can cook like this I had better keep my eye on.”

The Fords live in New Orleans and run “The Ford Clinic.” Once a year (more for those of us who need a bigger dose of the city), they graciously allow us to slide into their world. And what a world it is. Food, drinks, music, friends, stories…all the things that make you feel like sometimes friends are like the family you would choose to have if you could. When I called Jimmy to ask for this recipe, he said “I’ll try to get it right but if I don’t blame 44 years of marching with the Lyons Club.” (The Lyons Club is Uptown marching club which begins in the Irish Channel and marches between the parades of Zulu and Rex on Mardi Gras day.)

As far as the recipe goes, Jimmy says he made it up off the top of his head. “I don’t use recipes unless I am doing something like cornbread. I just see it in my head and then I make it.”

Now about the stories. Well Jimmy Ford has more than a few. When I asked him for some, his reply: “if I think of any fit to print I will call ya back.” So let me as an avid listener of Jimmy Ford stories clue you, the reader, in.

Jimmy Ford can spin a story. He can tell you about how he inspired the character Sluggo in his friend’s Walter’s Mr. Bill series on SNL. He can tell you about the days with Richard Hell or the Gun Club. He can tell you about going with the Meters to NYC to play SNL, and how Randy Newman ended up being the musical guest. He can tell you about how at this last SXSW, he somehow ended up cooking for Lil Wayne and Cash $ Productions ( he was in Austin to play music, not cook). Jimmy Ford can tell you about every inch of the city of New Orleans.  He can tell you about bars and Bourre’. He can tell you where to eat and drink. And most of all he can tell you about fishing. But since none of these stories are fit to print, (I am still waiting on that call Jimmy!) let me tell you how to get a story out of Jimmy Ford.

The next time you go to New Orleans, let me know and I’ll give Jimmy a call. He can meet you at a bar, Ms Mae’s for example. Then if you buy him a round or two or three of “Jimmy Fords” (yes the man has a drink named after him), then I am sure he’ll tell you all those stories that aren’t fit to print. In the meantime, make these appetizers and you’ll instantly feel classier.

(oh and if you would like to check out their new band DiNOLA ,with Sue Ford, Eric Laws, Eddie Payne and Jimmy Ford, here is their link on FB. Recorded at the Rancho de La Luna recording studio which has hosted artists such as Queens of the Stone Age, Victoria Williams, P.J. Harvey, Masters of Reality, Dessert Sessions, and earthlings?, their debut album is in the finishing stages but you can hear some selected tracks at the link below:

https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/DiNOLA/305193072869494?sk=app_120183798044738

Jimmy Ford’s Classy Caviar & Shrimp Appetizer

Ingredients:

shrimp-fresh, small or large, peeled, deveined and butterflied (Number of shrimp determined by the number of appetizers you are making)

soy sauce

Cajun Magic or similar seasoning

Olive oil

garlic

Sour cream

Carr’s water crackers (the ones in the black box)

caviar

Rooster sauce

Black pepper

Optional ingredients: bell peppers, cilantro, scallions

1. Peel, devein and butterfly the shrimp

2. Marinate shrimp in a mixture of soy sauce and Cajun magic seasoning for about 30 minutes

3. Cook shrimp in olive oil and garlic

4. CHILL SHRIMP

5. On a cracker put a scoop of sour cream

6. Add a shrimp (or half a shrimp depending on size of shrimp you are using)

7. Add small scoop of caviar on top of shrimp (NOTE:Jimmy notes that the caviar you can use can match the season. For example at Christmas he uses red caviar and green bell peppers or for Halloween he uses the black caviar and the orange bell peppers.)

8. Add 1 drop of rooster sauce on top of caviar

9. Add optional cilantro, scallions and black pepper

10. Chill for 5 minutes and then serve

How Not to Drive aka The Cookie Cure for Motion Sickness

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As I pack to leave for a road trip to East Texas, this week’s recipe came to me. Whenever we took road trips with my parents, my mother, Merle Mitchell, always sat in the passenger seat up front. It’s common knowledge in my family that my mother was a terrible driver. The stories are too many to recount so I’ll just pass along a few.

My first memory of her driving problems is as a kid. She drove my sister and I to the Sears catalog store in Woodville, Texas. It was near the courthouse square. In parking, she hit the parking meter. I mean she flattened it completely severing the metal pole and meter from the concrete curb. We got out of the car and she said “Oh my. Grab your sister and follow me.” She proceeded to pick up the pole with the meter attached and marched us all across the street and into the courthouse. The first open office door we went in and there was a lady behind the desk. My mom set the pole and meter across the desk and said “M’am I have hit the parking meter and I don’t know what to do.” The lady behind the desk was speechless. She just stared at this pole laying across her desk with pieces of concrete stuck to the bottom. She said “M’am I am not sure what to do either so you just leave it here.” So my mom marched us out of the courthouse, and off to the Sears catalog store we went to pick up an order.

The second story we love to tell has to do with my mom’s penchant for getting speeding tickets. Her most famous speeding ticket was on a Sunday night after church. My mom was a huge sports fan and loved the Dallas Cowboys. So the Cowboys were playing, and she was speeding home after Sunday night church service to watch them on TV. We were listening to the game on the radio. The Cowboys had just scored when suddenly flashing red lights and sirens were behind us. My mom had been caught speeding…again. So the cop comes to the window as my mom is rolling it down and asks “m’am why are you driving so fast with three children in the car on a Sunday night?” My mom with a blank face and all seriousness replies “well officer, I love the Cowboys and they just scored and I got so excited that my foot must have pressed the gas too hard.” No speeding ticket was issued that evening as the cop was a Cowboy fan as well.

Finally, when I was practicing with my learner’s permit, my mom offered to teach me and a friend. We had been practicing parallel parking, and we just could not get it down. So my mom hops in the car and declares “Well I don’t know if I can help. You know I failed my driving test 7 times before I finally passed.” My friend and I immediately started looking for a new teacher.

So given my mom’s lack of driving skills, it just makes sense that she hardly drove if we had anything to say about it. And if she did, parking meters and cops were on red alert for miles. The down side to her being a passenger though was that she would easily get motion sickness. As she got older, the motion sickness got more intense. As long as I can remember she would have a bag of ginger cookies, as ginger helps with motion sickness.

If you have ever tried store-bought ginger cookies, they are like eating rocks. The family recipe we had produced almost the same results. So once, when my mom came and stayed with me in Oregon, I got this wild hair to find or come up with a ginger cookie recipe. What follows is that recipe: the chewiest giant molasses ginger cookies we could concoct. A lot of burnt and too crispy batches were thrown out before perfection was obtained. Scorched fingers, sweat, and tears went into making this the cookie. And from that point on, whenever we went on a road trip with my mom, a bag of these cookies went with us.

This cookie is perfect for road trip snacking. Just watch out for those parking meters and cops who are Redskin fans.

AINE’S GIANT CHEWY GINGER COOKIES

Makes 36-40 cookies

4 1/2 c. flour

4 tsp ground ginger

2 tsp baking soda

1 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon

1 tsp ground cloves

1/4 tsp salt

2 eggs

2 c. sugar—-3/4 c. sugar separate

1/2 c. molasses

1 1/2 c. shortening (NOTE:Make with shortening. DO NOT USE BUTTER OR MARGARINE. I use the Crisco shortening sticks for convenience)

1. in a bowl mix the flour, ginger, baking soda, cinnamon, salt and cloves. Set aside.

2. In a large bowl, beat with a mixer shortening until soft.

3. Add 2 c. sugar to shortening and beat until fluffy.

4. Add eggs and molasses. Beat well.

5. Add 1/2 of flour mixture. Beat well.

6. Add remaining flour mix. Beat well. At this point the dough will appear crumbly.

7. I then use my hand to hand knead the dough  until it forms a large soft ball as pictured below.

8. Put the other 3/4 c. sugar in a bowl. Make 2 inch round balls of dough and roll them in sugar until coated.

9. Space balls of dough on an ungreased cookie sheet or a cookie sheet with parchment paper.

10. Bake at 350 degrees for 12-14 minutes. Cookies will be ready when they start to crack on top.

11. Let them cool on cookie sheet and then enjoy.

Ida’s Chile Especial

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Evangelina Martinez

Preface: Ida Martinez Baldonado is my co-worker. Born and raised in the Northern New Mexico town of Chimayo, she is at least a 6th generation New Mexican. Ida constantly tolerates my questions concerning recipes of the area. She is a source of stories, old wives tales, superstitions, traditional healing techniques and quite frequently rescues me when I get lost in my Spanish translations.

Ida’s mother, Evangelina, passed away in May 2010. Her mother had recently celebrated her 90th birthday surrounded by family, friends and love.  I wanted Ida to share the legacy and the love of her mother through her stories. Although I never met her mother, I felt through Ida’s stories I knew her. The following interview and recipe will hopefully allow you to know her as well .

These are the stories of Ida Martinez Baldonado and her mother Evangelina that were inspired by her teaching me how to make a traditional Northern New Mexico dish she named Chile Especial (Pork with Red Chile).

CHILE ESPECIAL

Note: For the uninitiated in New Mexico chile, let me explain that this chile is completely different from what Texans call “chili.”  In New Mexico, chile refers mainly to the sauce prepared to go on dishes. In New Mexico this sauce can be either red or green.  For the purpose of this recipe, Ida is referring to red chile (sauce). My neighbor writes an excellent blog on her quest for the perfect New Mexican chile. It can be found at: http://chilenotchili.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/welcome/

Aine: Can you tell me the story behind this recipe? For example, how did you learn how to make this?

Ida: My mother Evangelina taught me how to make it. I am not sure who she learned to make it from, but I think it may have been her father. Her mother died when she was 14 years old. All her brothers and sisters had different chores. My mother’s chores included taking care of the horses and making dinner. Because they lived on a farm, the horses were very important because, without them, they could not plow the fields. My mother loved being outside more than she liked being in the house, so she always said she learned to make simple dishes for supper because she would rather be outside in the garden or with the animals.

This dish my mother always made for Christmas or special occasions. I do the same. I make it for holidays or when we have company coming. My mother usually made red chili but for everyday supper she would use ground beef. I think she used pork with the red chili on special occasions because the pork took longer to cook and maybe pork wasn’t as available. She would make it for a matanza (A traditional Matanza is a family and community-gathering event, with friends and neighbors helping in the labor-intensive job of processing a large pig, goat or sheep.)

Aine:  What else do you remember about your mom’s cooking?

Ida:  As children, we would do our chores before leaving for school. Our mother would be in the kitchen making bread. On the walk home from school as soon as we crossed the arroyo, we could smell her bread baking and oh it smelled wonderful. Even though we knew she was making it in the morning, we would still get excited at the smell of it. We would hurry home and ask for a slice. We would eat the slice with butter and it was so wonderful. We would want more and my mother would scold us that if we ate too much warm bread we would get empachada. This was her way of saying the old wives’ tale that if you ate too much warm bread it would turn to dough in your stomach and give you a stomach ache. Then we would eat her bread with our supper, her red chile and beef. We would dip the bread into the chile.

Now when I make this dish, well everyone tells me how wonderful it is. It is really simple but really special. If you make it right you can dip bread, or we dip bolillos (rolls) into it, and the pork will stick to the bread. It is so good.

Aine:  What else do you remember about your mom?

Ida:  I remember that it always seemed we would come home from school and she had built something. She would build closets and corner shelves or put in a window. She would do it all with her hand saw. My father was not the handyman. It was my mother. My father was out in his garden or his orchard. His apple orchard was so beautiful. They would pick the apples during the week to take una calga (a load) to Colorado to sell on the weekends. But it was my mother who fixed the broken things in the house.

Oh and remember how I told you that she liked to be outside? She loved her flowers in the garden. This is a photo of her putting in her rose bushes maybe in the 50s. Now they are huge.

Evangelina Martinez planting roses

But once, oh she was in her 70s when this happened, I was at work and my father called me to come home quick. It seems my mother was in the orchard climbing a tree to collect the apples. In her 70s! Well she fell and when she landed, her foot landed straight on a nail sticking up out of a board. I rushed home from work all panicking and my mother is sitting in the orchard under this apple tree all calm. The board is stuck to her foot with this nail. I didn’t dare remove it because I thought it might bleed. So I helped her to the car and took her to the emergency room with this board nailed to the bottom of her foot. They got a wheelchair and rolled her in. They took out the nail and gave her a tetanus shot. When they let me see her she said “I don’t know why everyone is making such a fuss over this. It’s not like I broke anything.”

Even after my father passed away, I would call her several times during the day to check on her. If she didn’t answer I would worry and call the neighbor. He would always say “oh Ida. I see your mom out my window. She’s in the orchard or in her garden.” She was always outside.  But this chile is one of the things I remember most. It’s so simple but so good. She got really good at making simple dishes because she would rather be outside.

Aine:  Do you have any tips for me or someone else who has never made this before?

Ida: When I tell you how to make this red chili with pork, I learned from my mother. I learned from watching her so I don’t really have measurements. And then there are steps that you can do to how you like the taste like with the garlic. It depends on how much garlic you like.

Ingredients (this recipe will feed approx 6-8 people):

Note: For this recipe when referring to the serving spoon as the method of measurement, Ida means a rounded serving spoonful. Her serving spoon is the black spoon pictured below next to a standard tablespoon.

2 to 2 1/2 lb pork roast with bone in

red chili powder (Note: I bought mine at my local farmer’s market but you can usually find packages in the “ethnic” section of grocery stores. My local grocery store sells mild, medium and hot in ziploc bags ~am)

garlic powder and fresh garlic

salt

Morrell lard (Ida insists this is the brand you should use)

1. Cook pork until you can shred it.  (Note:  Ida cooks her pork with salt and water in a pressure cooker for 45 min -1 hour. She said her mother would boil the pork for 3-4 hours. I put mine in the slow cooker overnight on low for 8-10 hours. ~am)

2. Let the pork cool and shred it from the bone. Discard the bone. Save the salt water you cooked the pork in. You will use this later.

3. In a stewpot put 1 1/2 rounded serving spoon amount of lard. Melt lard on low.

4. Add 1 1/2 rounded serving spoon amount of flour. Stir flour just enough to mix in. Do not let it get yellow or brown. Mix fast.

5. As soon as the flour is mixed in add 1 1/2 serving spoon of red chili. Stir fast to mix it in-do not let it burn. The photo below shows the color that the flour and lard mixture should be at this point.

6. Add 1 cup of water from the reserved pork water. Mix this in. You want this mixture to be the consistency of gravy. Add more water as needed.

7. Add approximately 1 clove of garlic. Ida uses fresh and powder but you can use either and you can add more or less depending on taste.

8. Add salt to taste. Then let simmer on low for 5-10 minutes.

9. Add an additional 1/2 cup of reserved water from pork.

10. Add the shredded pork meat and let that simmer 5-10 minutes. When it is ready it should look like the meat of a tamale in color but should be a little watery in consistency.

11. Put in a bowl and enjoy with bread, rolls or tortillas. Be sure to dip the bread into the pork. That is the best way to eat it.

Evangelina Martinez with children Nora, Pat and Ida

Milky Way Cake and “Keeping Company” Icing

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Mama and BakerPreface:   As a freshman in high school, my parents uprooted us to Waxahachie, Texas. It was a shock for me having gone from small schools to this large high school. One of the first people to befriend me was Kristi James. We were in band and journalism together. We bonded instantly as we had the same sense of humor. We spent a lot of time replaying “Moonlightng” episodes instead of studying, and dissecting what was wrong with the kids who were “popular.” In journalism class and subsequently for the school nwspaper, Kristi was the star writer. She is one of those people who has a gift for telling stories. She can get to the root of who people are pretty quickly. We lost each other when I moved again my junior year but then she found me through the internet a few years back. It was as if no time had passed.

Kristi still writes stories. She calls them “everyday stories of everyday women.” She’s good. I keep telling her she needs to put all these stories together into a book. Maybe if she is encouraged by the response of this blog, she will. This is Kristi James. This is her mama’s cake recipe and her story. If you enjoy her story as much as I did, please let her know by commenting. It will be the proof I need to get her to start on that book. ~Aine

 Milky Way Cake and “Keeping Company” Icing

Kristi James

 This isn’t so much of a story about a recipe but an event that used to happen around any holiday or whenever this cake was made.

My mom is the “baker” of the family, which is ironic because my step dad’s nickname was Baker. I have absolutely no idea where his nickname came from. During the holidays, or whenever my step dad requested it, my mom would usually make a Milky Way cake.

Her favorite time to bake was usually late at night around everyone’s bedtime. That way she could take her time, and there was no noise or no one in her way. Well that was usually the case. When she was making this particular cake, my step dad would stay up with her to, you know, “keep her company.” This usually ended with him snoring on the couch.

After baking the cake and making the icing, she would ice the cake. As soon as she had the cake iced, she would “lightly” bang the spatula to get off the excess icing thus waking my step dad who would swear that he had not been sleeping–just “watching TV.” He would be a little surprised that she had finished icing the cake, but always wanted to know if there was a little icing left in the bowl.

After the first few times of him “keeping her company,” my mother realized his true motive. So from then on, whenever she made a Milky Way cake she would make some extra icing for my step dad to have a little special treat for his staying up and “keeping her company.”

Here is my mother’s Milky Way cake recipe and the icing recipe which maybe should be renamed the “Keeping Company” icing in honor of Baker, my step dad.

My step dad passed away almost 20 years ago, but to this day whenever my mom makes this cake she still makes a little extra icing.

Enjoy and a little warning: this cake is RICH so you definitely need some friends or family to “keep you company” as you enjoy!

MILKY WAY CAKE

8 (1 3/4 oz.) Milky Way bars

2 c. sugar

2 1/2 c. flour

1 1/4 c. buttermilk

1 c. pecans (optional per my mom)

3 sticks butter

4 eggs well beaten

1/4 tsp baking soda

1 tsp vanilla

1. Melt Milky Way bars with 1 stick butter over low heat. Remove from heat and let cool.

2. Cream remaining 2 sticks of butter with sugar.  Add the eggs and cooled chocolate mixture. Mix well.

3.  Mix flour and baking soda together in a separate bowl.

4. Alternate between adding the flour/baking soda mixture and the buttermilk to the batter blending well.

5. Add vanilla and nuts.

6. Grease and dust with powdered sugar 3 (9 inch) or one 13 x 9 cake pan.

7. Bake at 325 degrees for 30-45 minutes.

“KEEPING COMPANY” ICING

2 1/2 c. sugar

1 stick butter

1 6 oz package chocolate chips

1 c. evaporated milk

1 c. marshmellow cream

1 c. pecans (optional)

1. Combine milk and sugar. Cook on low heat until soft ball stage. (SOFT BALL STAGE: the best way to determine this is whith a candy thermometer. At 235-245 degrees sugar reaches a stage where it makes a soft ball when dropped into cold water. The best way to test this is get a bowl of very cold water. When the milk/sugar reaches 235-245 degrees drop a spoonful of the mixture into the bowl. If it is at the soft ball stage, the syrup mixture will form a soft ball in the cold water. As soon as you life the soft ball out of the cold water, it will flatten in your hand)

2. Remove from heat and add butter, marshmellow cream, and chocolate chips.

3. Stir until all have melted.

4. Add pecans.

5. Spread on cake. Let cool and serve.

My Mother’s Family in a Cookie: Teacakes

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wedding day

My maternal grandmother, Elsie Dona Gassett Mitchell, was born on April 1, 1909 so it is fitting this blog begins on her birthday with a recipe that defines my grandmother, my mother, and my childhood. The Teacake. Simple. Slightly sweet. Southern.

My grandmother only completed nine school grades. The 9th grade was the last grade available to her to attend at the time.  Yet her penmanship, grammar, and spelling were perfect, and she was a voracious reader. As child I was fascinated by comics and jokes. She would cut funny stories and cartoons out of magazines and newspapers and save them for me to glue into spiral notebooks. One of our family’s most treasured things is the journal my grandmother kept. Starting from her birth, she recalls stories of her childhood, family history, struggles of daily life, the simplicities she cherished and her constant faith. I have read some of these stories so many times I have them memorized. One of my favorites is her describing her maternal grandfather:

“My grandfather McCleskey made his livelihood trapping and would make trips on foot from Montgomery County Texas to Illinois. Some of my happiest times as a child were the times he would be with us and according to the time of year I could help him plant a radish bed, pick wild berries, or tramp in the woods as he sang Irish folk songs.”

In my grandmother’s stories, she describes food of all sorts: the bread her mother made, her father’s boiled peanuts, collecting mayhaws to make jelly and her recipe for mincemeat using pears. But there is no mention of teacakes. Where did she learn to make them? My Aunt Ethel, the oldest child, says she assumes my grandmother learned from her mother. Perhaps we shall never know.  All we have are recipes cards, most of them bearing the label “GRANDMOTHER MITCHELL’S TEACAKES.”

Don’t let the name teacake fool you. The teacake is neither a cake nor is it served with tea in our family. And while the variations are numerous, the beauty of my grandmother’s teacakes lies in their simplicity which reflected the times she lived and the lack of money to buy extravagant ingredients such as powdered sugar.

Some of my earliest memories are of my grandmother standing at the sideboard in her kitchen rolling out teacakes with a flour covered rolling pin.  Once cooked, she kept them in a clear jar with a screw-on lid—-we kids were convinced that lid was to deter our sneaking a cookie.  Screw-on lids make a lot of noise in their removal. The adults in our family would sit in the afternoon, visiting and playing dominos, while they drank coffee and ate teacakes. We kids got our own teacakes usually with a glass of milk.  However, if we were lucky, grandmother would make a saucer of coffee (more cream and sugar than coffee) for us to dunk our teacakes in and pretend to be adults. The ritual of coffee and teacakes was repeated no matter the house you visited. All of our aunts made teacakes. One of the best parts of “visiting” family was the plate of teacakes sitting on a table waiting to be eaten.  To this day, when I bake teacakes, I imagine sitting down with my saucer of coffee wishing I was old enough to sit at the “adult” table and play dominos.

GRANDMOTHER MITCHELL’S TEACAKES

1/2 cup butter

½ tsp salt

1/2 cup shortening

2 Tbsp milk

1 1/2  cup sugar

2 Tbsp lemon extract

1 Tbsp baking powder

2 eggs

3 cups flour

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Beat together sugar, shortening and butter until smooth. Add eggs, milk and lemon extract. Beat until combined. Add baking powder, salt and flour. Beat until smooth.

2. Refrigerate dough until cold (or overnight).

3. Roll out dough thin (approx. 1/4th inch) onto lightly floured board.

4. Cut dough using knife. You can use a cookie cutter if you wish, but my grandmother just cut the dough into squares as pictured below. This will create odd shapes on the edges of the dough but will also give you the 2 choices of cookies: chewy soft teacakes from the inside squares and teacakes with crispy corners from the pieces cut along the edge of the dough.

5. Place onto a greased cookie sheet. I like to use parchment paper. Bake for 10 minutes. Notice the odd shapes in the photo below.

6. Allow to cool completely and then place in a container to store. And as my grandmother noted on her recipe card “ENJOY WITH COFFEE, MILK OR LEMONADE.”

TWO HELPFUL TIPS I HAVE LEARNED FROM OTHER HOME COOKS:

–Never over bake cookies. When you take cookies out of the oven they should appear slightly under baked. The cookies will continue to cook on the cookies sheet before they start to cool. If you leave cookies in the oven until they appear done, you will always have a hard, crunchy cookie.

–When storing cookies in a container, especially in a climate with humidity, place a half of piece of bread in the cookie jar. The bread will absorb the moisture and your cookies will stay softer longer.