Blogging from A to Z: April ~ 2016 – A
Southern Food and Memories
The Blogging from A to Z challenge is to post everyday during the month of April 2016, except Sunday. I will start with the letter A and hopefully make it all the way to Z. I hope you enjoy the read!
Come sit a spell with me and learn about the foods and memories of my Southern heritage, and enjoy a little Southern talk along the way… I grew up in the heart of Georgia, married a Yankee in Connecticut and suddenly became displaced from my roots. But one thing is true – You can take the girl out of the South – But you can’t take the South out of the girl! I’ve learned to eat differently over the years, but I’ve never given up the foods I grew up on. When I left Georgia, at the young age of nineteen, I knew how to cook nothing! I pretty much learned to cook by asking mama over the phone, how do you do make this, and how do you make that; thank heavens for my Southern mama! Even though mama doesn’t cook too much today, she still remembers the recipes and she’s been my go-to person every night in chatting about my Southern foods and many of her memories.
Coffee is out on the porch, so grab a cup and come on in…
Southern Foods and Memories
Let’s begin with A for apple pie – and what’s better than a apple pie, a Southern fried apple pie! My mother never forgets just how good her mother made them – my grandmother. I really didn’t know my grandmother as a person before the onset of Alzheimer’s set in – in the late 50’s; at that time it was just called losing your mind. After the death of her son during WWII, my grandmother was never the same – slowly slipping into her own world to deal with her loss. I learned to know my grandmother through the foods she loved and cooked. If only I could have just eaten one of those fried apple pies I heard so much about, but I have the memories from mama to remind me.
Have you ever had a fried apple pie? If not you are surely missing out on a Southern treat! Grandmama made hers using biscuit dough – she used biscuit dough for everything. To make the fried pies – roll out a small ball of dough, add the apple pie mixture on one side or even just a few apples mixed with brown sugar, cinnamon and butter, fold the dough over and crimp edges – add a small layer of oil in your pan and fry them on both sides. They’re so good – makes you wanna slap ya mama!
Granddaddy’s field was where the horse apple trees were, as my mother calls them; I’m thinking they were more just green apples, as you don’t really eat “horse apples.” Did I tell you that mama learned to park in between those apple trees – granddaddy said that’s what killed them – by all the backing into and scraping the bark off. She learned to drive in an old truck – out in the field – putting me in a box on the front floorboard – imagine!
Mama remembers the best way to eat those green apples were to pick you a few and find a good hiding place – and wait for them to mellow. The problem with that, was keeping your brother from finding them, and that happened often; it was always fun to steal away the mellow apples you found, especially if they had been hid by your sister!
Eating from that apple tree wasn’t always without consequences, one day mama spied a pretty mellow apple all the way at the tippy top. Her father warned her against climbing up that high, but did she listen – No! She made it all the way up, but no sooner than she grabbed that apple – down she fell – but still with apple in hand; she ended up straddling the barb wire fence below the tree. Needless to say she cried all the way home, but still sat on the back stoop eating that apple – and crying.
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Mama still says – “that apple was just so pretty hanging up on the top of that tree!”
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