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Granny’s Egg Noodles

20 Friday Nov 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Everyday Life, Home-made Egg Noodles, In the Kitchen, Thanksgiving Dinner

During my growing up years, Thanksgiving dinner always meant a huge feast at Granny’s house.  Everyone brought a dish or two and this worked out well, since everyone had their own specialities.  Granny’s were her home-made egg noodles and cornbread dressing.

I haven’t had a stable Thanksgiving table for years.  Once I married, I became a Thanksgiving vagabond, spending many Thanksgivings with in-laws, a few at either Granny’s or my mother’s, but especially in my Texas years, I enjoyed a quiet smallish dinner with my husband and children.  Since returning to Oklahoma, I’ve celebrated Thanksgiving in three places in three years.

This year I’m staying home.  I’ve invited family from hither and yon, a mix of his, mine and ours.  My son Kyle is hoping to bring one of his college friends, an international student from Portugal, who has never experienced an American style Thanksgiving dinner.  And of course, the item that received the most press from my son to his friend was our family legacy of egg noodles.  My table may have changed with the year, but Granny’s noodles and dressing have been a faithful Thanksgiving staple of my moveable feast.

Noodle making is more art than science.  The ingredients are few, the measurements approximate, the process requires time.  I learned to make Granny’s noodles on a sunny autumn weekday when I was twenty-something.  My girls were young — Kate, four and Kara not yet crawling.  Even now, I see us all gathered in Granny’s kitchen.

It is time to roll out the noodle dough, which Granny always does on top of her kitchen table that she covers with torn-up paper grocery sacks dusted with flour.  As I divide the dough for rolling, I can hear Granny say, “Jan, be sure and roll that dough real thin.”  Then, later, after the dough has dried, when I cut a few noodles too wide, “Jan, be sure and cut your noodles thin.”  A narrow thin noodle was best in Granny’s book, as thin translates to a tender noodle.

As soon as the noodles were dry to the touch, Granny would package them in a leftover bread bag for the freezer.  Granny always made her noodles in advance, at least a couple of weeks before.  And when she was ready to cook them, the noodles went straight from the freezer into the hot boiling chicken broth.

More than twenty-five years later, I have become Kara’s teacher.  Sometime this weekend, we will be getting together for Kara’s second lesson.  And though I don’t know the day or the hour, I do know how the story will go.  We will do everything just like Granny did, following her unwritten recipe that is better passed on by hand than in longhand… or in keystrokes on a screen.

Kara and I will gather our ingredients.  We will mix, knead and roll the dough.  And then the noodles will be cut, sandwiched between two drying periods.  And when Kara begins to roll the dough, I’ll be sure to say:  “Now roll the dough as thin as you can get it, Kara.”  And later, after the dough has dried sufficiently:  “Now, cut your noodles nice and thin.”

In my life, this is how we make noodles.   — one generation teaching the art to another — repeating the same process and hints until your hands know what words are unable to describe.  Practice makes perfect.

From Granny’s life to mine… and now to Kara’s and your’s.

Granny’s Egg Noodles

Serves 6 to 8

Cooking Time: 20 to 30 mins   Preparation Time:  4 hours (including 3 hours of drying time)

For Dough:
3  large eggs
3 Tbsp half-and-half (can substitute water)
2  to 2 1/4 cups all purpose flour (for dough)
2 cups all purpose flour (for rolling) — sometimes more
1 tsp salt
To Cook:
5 to 6 cups of chicken broth (preferably home-made)
salt to taste

To mix: Mix salt and flour in a bowl.  In a larger bowl, whisk eggs with cream until fully mixed.  Whisk in one cup of flour mixture, removing all lumps.  Then, with a wooden spoon, mix the second cup of flour until fully incorporated.   On clean flat surface,  pour out remaining 1/4 cup of flour and place noodle dough (will be sticky to the touch) on top of the flour —  knead in flour until dough is smooth and slightly tacky.  Any leftover flour can be used for rolling or discarded.  Let dough rest for 10 minutes.

To roll:  Divide dough into 3 even pieces.  Sprinkle remaining flour over rolling surface –torn up paper sacks really helps speed up the drying process.  Roll dough with a rolling pin, continuing to coat dough with flour, until it’s as thin as you can roll it — 1/8 to 1/16 inch.  Continue until all dough is rolled.  Let dry for about an hour, turning once or twice to ensure even drying.

To cut: Roll dough into a tight rolls (like a rolled newspaper) and cut the roll with a sharp knife on a cutting board. Unroll cut noodles.  Allow two or more hours of drying time — humid days extends drying time.  Alternatively, you may cut the dough into narrow strips without rolling.  When I use this method, my noodles are typically shorter in length.  After noodles are dry to touch, place in a freezer bag and into the freezer.

To cook:  In a large pot over medium high heat, bring  5 to 6 cups of chicken broth to a boil.  Taste to adjust salt seasoning once broth is warm.  When boiling, drop in frozen noodles, reduce heat to medium to medium low, and cook covered for 10 to 15 minutes.  Stir occasionally to avoid sticking.  Noodles and broth should be creamy rather than soupy — and water can be added where too thick.

To serve: Over cornbread dressing or mashed potatoes or as a straight-up side.

Faux Cassoulet

13 Friday Nov 2009

Posted by Janell in Far Away Places, In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Country French, Everyday Life, Faux Cassoulet, In the Kitchen, Paris France, Travel

There’s a casual coziness about my house and garden that bear witness to  my love of the French Country style.  My furnishings, all the way down to the kitchen sink canisters fits this motif, though I had no grand plan to make it so.  French Country just says home to me.  It always has.

French Lavender

Most of my furnishings are relatively new —  purchased in the last twenty years or so —  with a few antiques mixed in here and there.  My favorite is the antique hutch I stumbled upon at a Paris flea market.  I’d been looking for a piece like this for years but had given up hope of ever finding one.   To run into this elusive piece while on a family vacation made for one unforgettable souvenir and story.

I’ve never regretted my impulse buy, though there was a point when it seemed the purchase wouldn’t happen; the shopkeeper didn’t accept credit cards and to complicate matters, she spoke only a few words of English while we spoke no French.

I learned real fast that our shopkeeper was not going to let a few little obstacles like language and finances get into her way of making a big sale.  Before I knew it, she had rounded up three good friends who kept shops nearby; one had a credit card machine, another knew the ins and outs of exporting and still another spoke excellent English.  Even now, I admire her ingenuity and her persistance in overcoming problems.  And then there’s the memory of her wonderful friends, who went to such trouble on her behalf — they wanted the sale to close as much as she did –and after it was all over, everyone who played a part walked away happy.

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French Country Cousins - the Faux & the True

All this industriousness and making light over troubles goes a long way toward explaining how the French don’t mind spending a couple of days in the kitchen cooking their wonderful French Country dish of Cassoulet; to say it’s a white bean stew cooked with chopped vegetables and meat (traditionally duck and pork) doesn’t do it justice.  I’m lucky that my first taste of cassoulet came over a business dinner in Paris.  I was so taken with the dish that I wanted to make it in my own kitchen as soon as I returned home; however, the desire soon passed with one glance at the recipe.

Our French Madeleine, Lady of Leisure

Today, as I was considering ways to use my leftover Navy Bean Soup, I remembered my Aunt Daisy’s simple recipe for a faux cassoulet.  Pulled together in minutes — with a can of Grandma Brown’s Baked Beans and a little chopped onion, garlic, bacon and brown sugar —  Aunt Daisy never called her dish cassoulet; it was just baked beans.  Being of Canadian French descent, I imagine Aunt Daisy wouldn’t have presumed to confuse hers with the real deal.

Maybe someday I’ll make a real down-and-dirty-two-days-in-the-kitchen Cassoulet.  But for me, it’s faux for now.  From my life to yours.

Faux Cassoulet

Serves 4 as a side dish

2 cups of cooked white beans (Great Northern or Navy Bean)  or 1 can of beans (15 0z)
2 pieces of bacon, fried crisp and crumbled
1/2 cup onion chopped
1 Tbsp of olive oil
1 clove garlic minced
1 to 2 Tbsp of brown sugar (to taste)

Fry bacon.  In a small skillet, saute onion over medium low heat in olive oil until soft and clear — about 5 minutes.  Add garlic and cook another minute.  In a greased casserole dish, mix all ingredients.  Bake  1 hour in a 350 oven.

Scalloped Pineapple

06 Friday Nov 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Everyday Life, In the Kitchen, Pot Luck Dinners, Scalloped Pineapple

The first time I laid eyes on a half-emptied casserole dish of Scalloped Pineapple I was at a Pot Luck at a Lake Jackson church we’d just joined.

Strangely enough, at least to my Baptist upraised eyes, the dishes were spread on top of a covered pool table in the church’s youth center.  These Methodist folks apparently didn’t subscribe to The Music Man’s notion of  “Ya Got Trouble”  — you  know the “Trouble that starts with “T” and that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool” — at least the kind that would eventually lead their youth from pool to gambling to other devilish bad habits.

It’s a wonderful bit of irony to reflect that it was a Pot Luck spread on that pool table back in 1991.  After all, am I’m the only one in the world to have found that Pot Luck’s live up to their name in being a bit of a gamble?

Use to be that people took pride in what they brought to a Pot Luck.  Even in Jan Karon’s Mitford series, wasn’t Esther Bolick known far and wide for her three layer Orange Marmalade Cake?  But maybe that’s only the rule in heart-warming fiction; in my version of everyday life, I’ve seen last night’s leftovers brought to a Pot Luck before.  So depending upon your stomach for adventure and the mysterious, it may be best to attend with a belly partially full.

My last Church Pot Luck spread was a mix of home-made and store-bought dishes; KFC ‘buckets’ of fried chicken, plastic deli containers of salads and many grocery store bakery pies and cookies kept company with all the home-made mystery casseroles and familiar staples of Deviled Eggs and Jello Salads and Four-Layer Dessert.  It’s funny that I always tended to gamble towards the mystery casseroles while my boys flocked toward the sure-thing buckets of KFC!

Sometimes it pays to gamble;  I hit the Pot Luck Jack Pot back in 1991 when I tried that mysterious pineapple dish.  Not everyone was so fortunate.  Being a brand new church member, I didn’t track down the recipe; the combination of being an introvert and new to the flock made me ‘church family’ in name but not in spirit, and all the sea of unfamiliar faces sent me  swimming toward the safety of four walls.

But blessed are the meek and the timid; the first may inherit the earth… but five years later, the second ran across the recipe in a southern cookbook.  And after a little fine-tuning, my rendition of the recipe tastes just as good as I remembered.

I serve Scalloped Pineapple as an accompaniment to Baked Ham, in the same way I serve Cornbread dressing with Roast Turkey or Cooked Apples with Pork Roast.  But Uncle Larry finds it just right for dessert.  It works for either or both.

Tonight, I’m planning to half the recipe and serve it with our store-bought Honey Baked Ham.  In my life, sometimes store-bought really is best…

From my life to yours.

Scalloped Pineapple

8-10 servings

In a bowl, mix until combined:
3 eggs, well beaten
3/4 cup sugar
3 cups fresh bread, cut into 1 inch cubes
1 20 oz can crushed pineapple (in its own juice), undrained
1/3 cup butter, cut into 1 inch squares

Pour into a lightly greased casserole dish (10x6x2).  Bake at 350 for 1 hour.

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