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My mom always put ham in a brown paper bag from the grocery store. It always amazed me that it never caught on fire.
I too grew up on salmon patties. I cook them every now and then, but they sure don't match the ones my Mom used to make. One dish that I always will remember is my Mom's Irish Stew. A simple, chunky potato "soup" with corned beef mixed in. Has to be just the right proportions and texture to make it a stew and not a soup. A bowl of that with homemade sweet cornbread, makes you want to hug someone if you can't hug your Momma!
On a side note, my paternal grandparents loved to fish. The family would gather once a month or so at their small house and do a fish fry. They (grandparents) always caught a lot of bream and crappies. They would spend hours cleaning and scaling them while letting the oil slowly heat to frying temp. Of course this was an outside event and all us young kids would play games in their backyard. The fish was always cooked to perfection along with the homemade hushpuppies. Afterwards, we would do homemade ice cream made in a wooden maker with a hand crank. All the kids took turns cranking the ice cream to the most wonderful thing we ever had. Those were good days and great memories.
Thanks for the thread Joe! I had lots of joy and smiles typing these memories!
My grandparents were also kinda big on fish frys very much like you described. Bream, Crappie (they called them speckled perch I think), or even catfish. Definitely homemade hush puppies, they would almost always have French fries and cheese grits. Probably not the healthiest meal, but it sure was good!!!
And getting to sit on it while being cranked was very cool too.
Well, I cook foods from all over, but my husband asks for a mess of greens every now and again.
The kids like my meat pies (kind of like an Irish stew with a pastry top) and one loves banana pudding. I've been on a Cajun kick lately sautéing andouille, shrimp, and peppers together.
I'll stay up most of the night smoking pork or brisket. And biscuits, you've got to have biscuits.
Oh, and old cookbooks like one from Betty Talmadge, or the Claxton Methodist Church, or another from the 1920s- 1930s by a Mrs. Dahl at the Atlanta Journal, they keep us connected to those who came before us.
Church cookbooks are the best. My sister went to a yard sale of a lady that worked for a cookbook publisher. I am the owner of 10 old church cookbooks from all areas of the country.
We still do, only now I am the cook.
My hushpuppy recipe. In bowl with leftover corn meal, 2 eggs beaten, add more corn meal, chopped onions and milk or buttermilk if you have it. You want mixture to not be runny. Dip by spoonfuls into hot grease after frying fish. I have a small round spoon I use. Ok to add a splash of beer if handy.
Keep it simple and always use 2 eggs no matter how few you are making.
My 2 things I miss from my mother and have never had since she passed. A sweet potatoe ball that was a marshmallow wrapped in sweet potatoe and then coated in crushed corn flake crumbs. I believe they were then baked. Was a common after school snack in fall and winter.
Other was here blackberry jam. Blackberries, sugar, and water. Cooked until just the right consistency on top of stove. No sur gel. I would ask how do you know when it's ready. Her answer was you just know. Never had any jam that came close to tasting like hers did.
She passed in 2014 at age of 98.
My family still does fish fries occasionally, just not as often as my grandparents did. I’ll have to try your hush puppy recipe. And since I’ve been 21 I’ve always had beer handy at our fish frys.
BLACKBERRY JAM/JELLY!!! My mom made this when I was younger. I still have a few jars that I have hidden. Also, she makes pepper jelly that is still amazing.
I have tried so called homemade blackberry at various places, none like mama made it.
My internship supervisor at Arizona State used to make cactus jelly - it was awesome.
Jalopeno pepper jelly with cream cheese on Ritz crackers is amazing.
As a mom, it's awesome when my kids call me to ask how I make something so they can try to cook it. It's the best feeling in the world.
Growing up we were so poor the best we ever got was Cube Steak with mashed potatoes and English peas.
We thought we were eating good when we got that and Mom always fixed it perfect.
That exact meal was staple for our struggling family as well. Boxed mashed potatoes, not real.