Blueberry pie, just blueberries

All my cooking life I’ve tended toward recipes that jazz things up. Not this one. Marion Cunningham’s Fresh Berry Pie in her revised Fanny Farmer Baking Book adds scarcely any thickener, which means it’s runny if you eat it before it’s sat on the counter overnight. It also means you taste nothing but blueberries (when those… Continue reading Blueberry pie, just blueberries

Syllabub, sillybubba

  I sipped syllabub on Saturday in Salem, at the wonderful old tavern in Winston-Salem to be precise. Here on Redneck Ranch, we’ll probably call it Sillybubba whenwe make it. My ancient, tattered Charleston Receipts (The Junior League of Charleston, 1950) has 3 recipes, two of them even older than the book and one requiring a… Continue reading Syllabub, sillybubba

Strawberry ice cream that’s a breeze to make

Family lore has my dear Stoic the Vast making two unforgettable ice cream gaffes: He put whole blueberries in the ice cream maker once upon a time (they freeze into navy-blue bullets), and he made ice cream with buttermilk. Even the cats wouldn’t eat it is the “happily ever after” on this particular fairy tale.… Continue reading Strawberry ice cream that’s a breeze to make

Strawberry pie; pork and cabbage salad

At the tire store yesterday to get a pickup tire patched, I bought this spring’s first local strawberries. (Hey, in our neck of the woods, it can pay to listen to the old men chatting amongst themselves!) They were perfectly ripe and sweet, he obviously picked them before the drenching rains hit, and I had… Continue reading Strawberry pie; pork and cabbage salad

Great-aunt Charlotte, angel food cake

This is my mother’s mother’s baby sister, Charlotte. I remember her whooping laugh, her wonderful, ramshackle cottage on Lake Pochung and her angel food cake, which was high and white as the Cliffs of Dover, sweet and light  as a forkful of cloud. For my 16th birthday, she made one of these wonders and Uncle Theodore brought his… Continue reading Great-aunt Charlotte, angel food cake

Meyer lemons, baby puff pastry shells and a holiday dessert that doesn’t break the calorie bank

Disaster  narrowly averted at our house this morning: Slicing into a newly baked loaf of Stoic’s oat bread, I started to walk computer-ward with my usual thick crust that I always log as 200 calories. Just for grins, I weighed it before I left the kitchen. Three ounces! An extra 100  calories that I’ve been scarfing… Continue reading Meyer lemons, baby puff pastry shells and a holiday dessert that doesn’t break the calorie bank

Smaller plates; butterscotch apple crisp in the slow cooker

I have a friend who says all she did to lose weight was use small plates at suppertime. I’m married to a former farmer who recognizes small plates as suitable only for dessert — it runs in the genes. In January we were at a convention of farmers at Asheville’s famed Grove Park Inn, and… Continue reading Smaller plates; butterscotch apple crisp in the slow cooker