We Gather Life, Only to find…. someone I’ve come to call my friend, after reading one of my cooking posts, suggested a book that she thought I’d not only enjoy but relate to. “The Best Cook In The World” by Rick Bragg. I googled it of course and read an excerpt of which I knew immediately, it’d be a book that I wish I had written.
I’ve since ordered it and it arrived yesterday. I’m only a few page in but only because I’ve re-read those first pages repeatedly. There are books I’ve found that possess such beautiful language, almost poetic… lyrical, it almost begs to be spoken aloud. As I read, I’d catch my lips silently forming the words. It’s soul rich.
Since she was eleven years old, even if all she had to work with was neck bones, peppergrass, or poke salad, she put good food on a plate. She cooked for dead-broke uncles, hungover brothers, shade-tree mechanics, faith healers, dice shooters, hairdressers, pipe fitters, crop dusters, high-steel walkers, and well diggers. She cooked for ironworkers, Avon ladies, highway patrolmen, sweatshop seamstresses, fortune-tellers, coal haulers, dirt-track daredevils, and dime-store girls. She cooked for lost souls stumbling home from Aunt Hattie’s beer joint, and for singing cowboys on the AM radio. She cooked, in her first eighty years, more than seventy thousand meals, as basic as hot buttered biscuits with pear preserves or muscadine jelly, as exotic as tender braised beef tripe in white milk gravy, in kitchens where the only ventilation was the banging of the screen door. She cooked for people she’d just as soon have poisoned, and for the loves of her life.
She cooked for the rich ladies in town, melting beef short ribs into potatoes and Spanish onions, another woman’s baby on her hip, and sleepwalked home to feed her own boys home-canned blackberries dusted with sugar as a late-night snack. She pan-fried chicken in Red’s Barbecue with a crust so crisp and thin it was mostly in the imagination, and deep-fried fresh bream and crappie and hush puppies redolent with green onion and government cheese. She seasoned pinto beans with ham bone and baked cracklin’ cornbread for old women who had tugged a pick sack, and stewed fat spareribs in creamy butter beans that truck drivers would brag on three thousand miles from home. She spiked collard greens with cane sugar and hot pepper for old men who had fought the Hun on the Hindenburg Line, and simmered chicken and dumplings for mill workers with cotton lint still stuck in their hair. She fried thin apple pies in white butter and cinnamon for pretty young women with bus tickets out of this one-horse town, and baked sweet-potato cobbler for the grimy pipe fitters and dusty bricklayers they left behind. She cooked for big-haired waitresses at the Fuzzy Duck Lounge, shiny-eyed pilgrims at the Congregational Holiness summer campground, and crew-cut teenage boys who read comic books beside her banana pudding, then embarked for Vietnam.
She cooked, most of all, to make it taste good, to make every chipped melamine plate a poor man’s banquet, because how do you serve dull food to people such as this?
Though ambling through his memories, it is my own I see. I see my grandma Charlotte standing in the kitchen in her house dress. The window and screen door open to catch a breeze. My Lord, how did we survive without air conditioning, in Corpus Christi no less? If the heat doesn’t kill you, the humidity will! She was an old world woman. Every meal was cooked and served at a set table. And afterwards, the table cleared and dishes washed by hand in a hot soapy sink, towel dried and put away.
Grandma Charlotte holding me at at my great grandmothers table.
In those days, candy or a soda pop was a once in awhile special treat, not an everyday part of your diet like today, so when she made fudge, it was an occasion! There was no marshmallow creme in fudge making! What nonsense! No, she made real honest to goodness fudge and there was nothing like it in the world.
Fudge making was an event too. All the ladies (my mom, great aunt Harriet, aunt Lou) all sitting around the table. Grandma would boil that goodness into perfection, without dropping into water or using a thermometer, just instictually knowing when it was right. She’d then sit at the table and beat the fudge with a wooden spoon until tired then pass it to the next.
Real Old Fashioned Fudge
Ingredients
2 cups white sugar
1/2 cup cocoa
1 cup milk
pinch of salt
4 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Directions
Grease an 8×8 inch square baking pan. Set aside.
Combine sugar, cocoa, salt and milk in a medium saucepan. Stir to blend, then bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Reduce heat and simmer. Do not stir again.
Cheat if you must: Place candy thermometer in pan and cook until temperature reaches 238 degrees F(114 degrees C). If you are not using a thermometer, then cook until a drop of this mixture in a cup of cold water forms a soft ball. Feel the ball with your fingers to make sure it is the right consistency. It should flatten when pressed between your fingers.
Remove from heat. Add butter or margarine and vanilla extract. Roll up your sleeves and stir the mixture with a wooden spoon until it starts to look more matte than glossy. This takes some elbow grease, stick to it and consider it your workout for the day!
As soon as most of the gloss is gone quickly pour the fudge into your dish. Let it cool and cut it into pieces.
Who is your ” Best Cook In The World” and your favorite dish?
Reminds me of my Grandmom! 💓
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💗💗💗
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Such a happy memory, meeting you through your blog. ❤️
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I’m always so overjoyed when I see you here! Miss you every day💕
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Many years ago I won a cook book – Recipes My Mother Cooked. It has recipes from people, some famous, that their Mum cooked and were favourites.. My submission to the competition was a simple Mashed Potato but adding Bay Leaves to the boiling water my Mum used to do.
My kids used to say I was the best cook in the world and then look at me during the meal and say you have no idea how you cooked this do you! So now I write things down as I go. I have put a few of my recipes on my blog.
Your book sounds like a great read. So love little you on the table Laura ❤
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There really is a special magic created in the kitchen, isn’t there? Meals are not merely consumed and forgotten. It’s a relationship created and memories. Our relationship with food is filled with recalled celebration of holidays, events, family, friendships and the loving hands that prepared them.
I’m like you, have no idea of how I prepared a meal. Too, just like my grandmother. I’ve no need for measurements and such, it’s become an instinct, a feel that you develop over time and don’t quite know how to relate to others how to recreate it. I’ve began to take notes and guess-timating the amounts. Lol
Now, I’m going to have to stalk your blog more thoroughly to nab your recipes!
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Coming home from school and sitting in the kitchen shelling peas or slicing beans or other food prep while Mum was cooking were special times.
Stalk away Laura 🙂
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This sounds like a delightfully delicious book!
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It is! I love so much that it’s not merely a cookbook filled with recipes but a story to be read that takes you to a distant time, a life explored and honored with loving kindness.
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Must be a good book – you haven’t posted in 2 whole days! 😉
Everything is ok with you and Clay tho’ – right??
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Hahaha how astute of you! You’ve picked up on my quirk. When under stress or worried, I shut down. When troubled, I go silent…no pists, no calls, texts etc. It’s a curiousity to even myself.
Clay has had ongoing health issues. During a recent C-scan of his lungs, they randomly notice fluid around the heart. We were sent to a cardiologist 1 1/2 hrs away for further testing.
Though continuing to seek answers to his health issues, we have now heard that the heart tests came back fine and we’ll not have to return until the end of Oct. Thank you so much for asking. 😊
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I completely understand the quirk! 😉
There are (of course) FAR more important things than blogging to concern our selves with.
Very sorry to hear about Clay but it is great that things are hopefully getting back to ‘normal’ 😉
Prayers, and Faith He knows what He’s doing and things will be as they should be for both of you!
Take Care Hun. 🙂
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Amen! And thank you so much!💕
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Oh my gosh, I was just writing up some pre-scheduled post for the next two months (will be on and off during that time) on one of those old 1920’s recipes. It won’t be posted for awhile since I am still working on writing the recipes down and have other post scheduled ahead. Love that old photo of your grandmother, sounds like she was a really sweet lady and you have very happy memories with her. I loved my Nana and Grandmother, they left me with so much great knowledge about life. I am so grateful they did because now I can pass that down to my own kids. Thanks for the yummy recipe.
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Oh I’m so excited about the recipes! Can’t wait! My memories with all of the women in my life, grands & greats were the best parts of my childhood. I adored them all! They were the best grandmothers I can even imagine. Memories to last a lifetime. I hope I can even come close to filling the footprints they left for my own grandchildren.💕
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This reminds me of my mom’s cooking. My mom is one of the best cooks I know and she’s a scratch cook. She was taught by my Aunt Mattie after she was married because her own mom passed away when she was 12. They were both great southern cooks.
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You will have to share with me some cooking related stories and recipes plus your own as well. They’d be a great contribution. I need to get started on that project actually as I promised the kids and family members. The person most excited about it and wants to be the first to recieve it….you’ll never guess…..Cody Wayne Bailey! He calls me the most for recipes and was always in the kitchen watching and helping when he was young!
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My brothers were always asking for recipes too. I love men who like to cook. My son-in-law is a great cook and my grandson, Brendan, plans to start culinary school next year. He has some very large scholarships. I’m a little proud! 😀
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Oh that’s fantastic, Deb! My daughter is a chef, went to culinary school. I have a bit of advice to pass along for Brendan, take spanish, if you don’t know it, get that underway right away. Sadly, in many areas, the back of the house ” Kitchen” workers are ( kindly put) not from here and dont speak english. If you can’t speak spanish, you’ll not get a chef job. He needs to pay attention to the area he lives and what the staff in back is like or he’ll end up frustrated and unemployed. In OKC (and widely in AR) my daughter couldnt a chef job because of this issue.
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Thanks for the info. I’ll pass that along. Also, start looking at recipes to share.
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My paternal grandma. Everything she made was fantastic, but my favorite was her chicken n’ dumplings. Oh, and her lemon meringue pie was smack your mama good. 😃
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I love it! Smack your momma good! Lol
Now tell me, where the dumplings similar to globs of biscuit dough dropped in or more like the fat noodle kind?
Oh I adore lemon pie but have never gotten past meringue. Just can’t get into the spongy stuff and I’ve really tried. Whipped cream would do just fine though. Lol
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No, her dumplings were hand rolled dough, strips. Not globs. They were perfect. 😃
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Whoohoo!!!! That’s what I’m talking about! Real down home southern cooking! That glob mess….yak! 🤮
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Nope. She did everything from scratch. Fantastic cook. She was pretty awesome. 😊
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Fantastic! It was a trick question anyway. Lol She makes chicken & Dumplings the ONLY legitimate way! Slimy canned biscuit balls ate just heresy! Hahaha
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Agreed! 😃😃
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