There once was a woman named Virginia Elizabeth Williams Gray. People called her “Jennie” Gray back in the 1800’s.
She was my other great-great grandmother. Whereas, Evelyn Day Bruner was my great-grandmother’s mother, Jennie was my great-grandfather’s mother.
We shall call her the tree trunk. Because she is the basis for a very wonderful tradition that links the many branches of my family. She is the basis for a family recipe book that is re-published and distributed throughout the family about every 25 years.
Thanks to her grandson, my grandmother’s counsin, my… second cousin? Well anyway, thanks to Bill Gray in Fort Worth, Texas, the latest addition has just been completed and arrived at my door not too long ago.
Jennie Gray started in Memphis, Tennessee but married and ended up in Caldwell, Texas, then Houston, Texas. Many of her descendent still live there. And it probably explains my proclivity for the south.
Each new addition of the book keeps the recipes of the old books, and adds the new ones collected from all the new family members born since the last addition, as well as new recipes from the family members still alive since the last addition. It is…well, like a tree… new layers form over time until it gets bigger and bigger.
It is wonderful in many ways, but I like is especially because it ties me to family members I haven’t even met before and gives me a little peek into their lives… well, their kitchen, but to me that is their lives! It also gives me a pang of nostalgia… a little trinket from family members who have passed but left delicious recipes behind. Those are like gold to me.
Bill included the two prefaces from the previous books which is remarkable. The first was done before computers and as Bill points out, “was probably typed on stencils, each two pages of her book would have been attached to the drum of the mimeograph machine, charged with black ink and cranked, possibly by hand, as the paper was fed.”
Is that dedication or what? Just to keep the family recipes well dispersed…
This is a bit of the preface from 1982…
And this from 1960…
Jennie Gray’s pickles. Now, any pickle from the late 1800’s is a pickle worth trying. They even have an intriguing name — “Golden Glow Pickles.”
I’m intrigued. I’m making pickles next.
And look! Next to it is a mention of my great-grandmother’s brown bread. Remember how much her mother talked about it in her recipe book?
And then there are just plain wonderful crowd pleasing favorites like Oatmeal Cookies and Reese’s Peanut Butter Bars.
And microwave peanut brittle! I love it.
Ground nut soup, by a six year old. I also love it.
Cowboy pancakes by another six year old. I have to meet these children.
Oklahoma Horseman’s Omelet… I love these wild west themes… it’s an escape… it makes me feel like I’m galloping along on a ranch rather than cooking in my apartment kitchen…
Cinnamon rolls. I would love a cinnamon roll right now. I can’t think of another thing that looks quite as appetizing as a sticky, glossy cinnamon roll. And I don’t even have a sweet tooth.
Spiced Tea. That sounds southern to me also… like swinging on a white porch on a sweaty summers day in a tumbleweed town, circa 1905… over the top, but I can just tell.
And sure enough, Grandma P. has many contributions to the book over the years. This is one of my favorites. There’s something about the terra cotta color of salmon mousse…
And one of the best parts… there aren’t just edible recipes, there’s a recipe for Play Dough for example. In case you have grandchildren to entertain and need to whip up some entertainment real quick… I have a feeling, knowing Doris and the kind of grandmother she is, she’s probably done this a time or two.
And her husband, in the same spirit, added riddles to the end of the book… his personal seal on a masterful work he put together.
Can you answer these?
Riddle #1 “All But Two Cookies”
How many of Mary Virginia’s cookies are in the cookie jar if all of them but two are sugar cookies, all are chocolate chip except two, and all are ginger snap cookies except two?
Riddle #2 “Colorado Conundrum” (About hunting of course!)
Eddie and Mar are elk hunting in Colorado. The last morning, the grub was gone except for three stale biscuits. They each ate one and Mark beat his dad to the last one. Mark being a fair minded (but very clever) son, asked his dad “Will I eat the last biscuit?”, “and if you can answer that question correctly, I’ll give you the biscuit uneaten.”
Eddie pondered the question and decided there was only one wat to answer. He chuckled and replied, “You’re gonna eat the last biscuit.”
Now, if Mark eats the last biscuit, Eddie answered the question correctly and is entitled to eat the biscuit. If Eddie eats the biscuit, Eddie will have answered the question incorrectly. Who ate the biscuit?
And then comes a wonderful family tree to explain the many branches produced by Jennie, the trunk.
I encourage you all to start this tradition this year! Your great-great grandchildren will thank you for it. And who knows, they may even write about it on their little blog…
Chicken breasts are hard to get right. Chicken tenders though… well that’s a different matter altogether. A lot of protein tastes better when it’s cooked low and slow. You can still get the brown crusty outside if you play with the fire…
These are perfect for you Super Bowl watchers this weekend. You know who you are. Your guests can use their fingers. It’ll be great. And if you’re still clinging to that New Year’s resolution of keeping it super healthy, then you can make these Brussels Sprouts instead and pop them in your mouth like popcorn. Your guests might not like you as much though, just warning you. Or if you prefer pig to chicken, then try these Devils on Horseback. You will receive at least two proposals on the spot. I promise. And I’m not just talking to the women.
But back to the chicken tenders…
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F. Lay them out on some paper towel and give them a pat. Dry is best if you want a nice brown crust.
Next you’ll need three bowls. And if you have run out of clean bowls like I have, then use a plate. No one’s judging here.
Fill one with flour, one with a beaten egg, and one with Italian bread crumbs.
Now give them a healthy sprinkle of salt and pepper.
Because I just made some barbecue sauce and it made me remember…
Because there is nothing more badass than a really good blues band playing live during a dove hunt…
Because.
I thought I’d share a little video clip with ya. These guys were playing last time I went dove hunting. They were awe inspiring. I watched and watched while I ate barbecued pulled pork.
Blues where it was born… in the Mississippi cotton.
That being said, I am mildly obsessed with good whiskey. And now good cigars. But maybe just cigars because you don’t have to inhale. And I have no idea how to inhale. I have no future as a chain smoker. I’ve tried and failed a time or two. I look like a dorky awkward kid coughing and red faced.
But I like the taste of a good cigar now and then.
There are enough cigars around during hunting season that everything begins to smell like a good Cuban.
Even the dogs get into it.
Sort of.
With a look of mild concern.
The smell of a cigar makes me feel like I have a library made of rich mahogany and many leather bound books. Will Ferrell would be proud.
There’s something very social about cigar smoking.
Grandma Pellegrini has these faintly pink glass bowls in her house. She’s had them since the 1930’s. She and her sister (my great-aunt) lived together in New York City when they were working girls.
I like that she still has them.
She served me a pudding in them that I would like to tell you about, because it was a spectacular pudding. She has a way with puddings, she really does. She’s also good at making recipes up and having them turn out well — good kitchen instincts.
She made this pudding from dried fruit, which she re-hydrated by stewing it in a pot with water… then she mixed in some nuts and other things. I wrote it all down and put it in my book. I’ll give it to you in September, I promise.
I had a nice post about pudding that I was about to share with you today. But I need to vent. So I hope you’ll indulge me. The pudding will have to wait until Monday.
I hate coyotes. They offer nothing and take everything.
On the plane ride two days ago I was watching a news story about how they are becoming so aggressive that they are coming into people’s yards in broad daylight.
Well, I just found out this morning that they took Lucy.
I understand that there is a natural food web — those predator-prey relationships between species that transfers energy from one organism to the next. But what a horrible waste. Who preys on coyotes? No one anymore. Until now. (That’s me being mad).
She was was the lone white chicken, since as you found out yesterday, Loretta is now Lorenzo.
She laid lots of double yolked eggs and was generally a very fat chicken, who wobbled around. She was not very fast. Which in the end perhaps lead to her demise.
She had a love-affair with Buster, the mentally ill rooster. I supposed they are both in bird heaven together now.
You will be missed Lucy.
Watch out coyotes. You’re all dead meat. I’m writing a mincemeat coyote pie recipe as we speak. And polishing my rifle.
Loretta has had quite a colorful life in her seven months as a bird. As you remember, she started out as the one “rare breed” sent to us in the little box with all the other Rhode Island Reds that arrived at the post office. She was called a “Buff Laced Polish Chicken” and she was pretty and yellow while the others were all orange. She was always a little different… more passive and sweet. If the aggressive Reds pecked at her, she just stood there and took it.
She had a bit of a pompadour, looked naturally done up, which is how she got her name — Loretta, after Loretta Young.
She managed to get very dirty and needed frequent baths, which made her very drowsy.
Over time, the pompadour got bigger. She couldn’t see well it came so far over her eyes. We had to trim it sometimes.
And then one day she had an unfortunate run-in with a mentally ill rooster and was badly injured. So she had to live inside for a while. She never recovered the site in her left eye, and so we kept trimming her head feathers so she could see out of the right side.
Well, I had such a great time on Fox yesterday, chatting with Courtney Friel. As promised, here is the clip in case you missed it. Thanks for watching and for your kind emails!
This Tuesday at 11am EST, I’ll be on Fox’s “Strategy Room” chatting with Courtney Friel about my latest projects! If you want to check in, this is where I’ll be streaming live: “Strategy Room.” I think you can even email in questions if you feel inspired. See you there!
p.s. A very special thank you to Marc Buzzio at Salumeria Biellese for supplying me with yet another round of artisan salami for the show. You’re the best!
Well, I’ve been so busy blogging my heart out that I was slow to realize something very exciting… this little blog ‘o mine was just nominated “Best Kept Secret” in the 2010 Bloggies! This is all thanks to YOU my lovely readers – for stopping by and spending a few minutes with me every day, for sharing your thoughts and ideas, for asking questions, for sending me pictures of your fishing and hunting and cooking adventures, and for cheering me on and encouraging me to keep on truckin’. For this I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside, and grin ear to ear to make new friends, and see how our shared passion for good food can bring so many people together. So thanks for being you.
Now if you wouldn’t mind… would you VOTE one more time? Scroll to the right and there I am under “Best Kept Secret,” waiting for ya!