I have several church cook books from growing up – if you don’t know what I’m talking about your probably not from the south. That’s ok darlin, but your missing out on the best of life if you don’t have a few because they have everyone’s grandmas best recipes out of some church and they are all delicious comfort food kinda stuff. I was flipping through a few for a soup recipes and most of them have neat quirky little bits of advice or stories. I’m usually knee deep in cooking by the time I pull one out so I never took the time to notice before but her are some awesome tips I found today when scrolling through a few of these cook books:
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One of my Nanas many recipes that people ask for is her Red Earth Cake. I have been meaning to post it for awhile now. I went home and made it with her about a year ago and took pictures but never set down to type it all up. My cousin Brooke (check her out she writes too) recently called and asked for it and since I text-ed it to her I figured I could take the opportunity to cut and past and add some pictures and finally get it on here. This recipe is precious to me and the time I got to spend with my Nana learning it is even more precious to me. My Nana is in the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s and I have been trying to enjoy all the moments while I can along with learning and compiling her recipes. It is one of the reasons this blog is a huge part of my heart and soul. Please enjoy this as much as our family has over the years.
Red Earth Cake
½ cup shorting/Crisco
1 ½ cups sugar
3 Tablespoons cocoa
1 teaspoon red food color
3 tablespoons hot coffee
1 7/8 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 stick of oleo or butter
16 ounces or a box of powdered sugar, sifted
3 tablespoons cocoa
3 tablespoons hot coffee
1 teaspoon red food color
1 teaspoon vanilla
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Measure out the buttermilk first and pour it in a larger bowl and then pour in the baking soda and stir. It will increase in volume. Be sure to stir it well so that all baking soda dissolves. Set mixture aside.
Cream Crisco in mixer. Add sugar gradually and cream until fluffy. Beat in eggs, one at a time.
Mix cocoa, food color, and coffee in a small bowl to form a paste. Add to creamed mixture and beat until incorporated.
Add flour and salt mixture and then buttermilk mixture to the batter, beating to incorporate after each addition. Add the vanilla.
Bake in two 8 inch cake pans, with parchment or waxed paper liners at 350 for 30-40 minutes or until it separates slightly from the sides of the pan. Don’t over bake. Remove from oven and place on cooling rack and allow to cool completely.
Cream butter with sugar in mixer.
Make paste of coffee, cocoa, food color and vanilla and add to creamed mixture. If necessary, add more coffee until icing is of spreading consistency.
Ice the cake and between the layers… Devour as needed 🙂
…….good luck it’s delicious!
• Chocolate Jello pudding (you can substitute low fat)
• Pillsbury gluten free dough (got mine from Walmart)
• Coconut butter – note* I don’t really like coconut very much but I can’t stand the shredded type. This coconut butter used is just for sprinkling on top but really makes a difference in flavor. It has a better taste and texture and I highly recommend it and thats coming from a coconut hater.
Bake the shells in individual tiny muffin pans for 10 to 15 min or until golden brown. I just spoon the dough and press it thinly out with my fingers.
Now all you do is add the pudding mixture sprinkle with coconut butter and stick an almond on top and they are ready to eat. The crispy warm shell combines perfectly with the smooth rich chocolate and is great for filling your chocolate craving without crashing your diet. Enjoy!
And my fingers raddle dry like a crack fiend as I pull open the paper. And they are freezing, and blue as i rapidly move them to get at the little white pouch and I’m fumbling out of haste and a pain in my throat. I push through some work related incidentals with little strings holding my fragile nerves together, bobbing from the top of the cup, i huddle over the water cooler as the hot steam rolls over my cold and cracked knuckles gripping the mug. Patience now while I teeter brim full back into the office to a corner to warm myself while I wait. Wait, drumming fingers, rubbing the cup warming up the meaty parts of my palms, and wait…wait. Now. I pop the lid off and let the steam hit my cold face and bury my thoughts in the aromatic heat drift. Now. I lift it to my lips and the edge of the cup signals perfect temperatures. I lean back with a breath in and take a sip of my tea letting the warm liquid coat my mouth and throat like a hug. For a second the pain in my throat subsides while it gets rocked gently with earl grey herbs. I get three long sensual sips in with my eyes closed before I’m interrupted by incidentals with needs. People pressing at me and I know that was my moment for the day. Thank you earl grey tea for 29 seconds of relief see you tomorrow.
So as I was flipping through some recipes I found step by step instructions on roasted garlic in the microwave and had to give it a try! I bookmarked it and just had the chance to try it out last night. Mine worked like a charm and took 2min. Of course you miss out on all the great flavor in the bottom of the pan but in a hurry this is the way to go! I wanted to make sure and give credit to this great site so check out the website and the whole pasta salad recipe here @budget bites
Below is the excerpt from the recipe on how to roast the garlic. Very good to know, very easy and I will be a return customer on this quick trick.
Step By Step Photo
To cook the garlic in the microwave, begin by cutting a little off the top of the head to expose the cloves
Place an inverted plate over top of your bowl or dish. Microwave on high, in one minute increments, until the garlic is soft and very fragrant. Mine took two minutes and after that it began to burn (even when I added water to the dish). The garlic will hiss and pop during cooking, and some of the cloves may jump out of the head!
When it’s finished, it will be soft, kind of mushy, and it will smell really REALLY good. The cloves will be about the same color as they were fresh, but they will look slightly transparant. Allow the garlic to cool.
Nana called today. Checking in quickly on my new life and her voice just wrapped me up in a comfortable feeling. I got off the phone and cried because I miss her so much, and I guess i miss everything comfortable. Life has been so busy and so upside down I haven’t even had a moment to process. And this place, even with all my stuff shoved in it…it feels like someone else’s. I have a feeling like I should leave and go home but there is no home to go to. Then in that moment in some dirty gas station parking lot with tears pouring out of my eyes like I had a duct tape mouth full of peppers I knew this feeling. I knew it to my bones. It was what made Nana feel like home,its the reason the smell of her bread feels like heaven would smell to me. All those years of moving when I was a kid, sleeping on blow up air mattresses and having cheap plastic furniture. Living in places for a few months at a time that never felt settled and Nana always called me to check on me once we got settled in. Nanas house for me when i was a kid was my only place that ever felt like home. It was a steady easy constant. It could be depended on to be there with the same heavy furniture and the smell of a gas stove. That clicking sound it would make before you light the pilot on a burner still evokes a feeling in me I can’t explain. Simple joy. Nana’s house is pretty much exactly the same today as it was when I was a child. In the silence of that house is the sound of peace and its the private song of my soul. It’s what I long for in the bottom of myself. A steady constant, peace and a home. No having to show up to school and be the new girl, no worrying about where to sit because you don’t know anyone, no awkward sideways glances. It’s been so long I guess I forgot that feeling but funny how it shows right back up in life. All that being said I’m happy to be out of my comfort zone. Nana said she would show me pictures of when they lived on the military base. She told me how she took a bus all the way from her home town in Texas to California to meet Grandy at the Air Force base. She said it was awful and laughed and it made me laugh too. She had never left home before that. So I imagine someday I laugh about today and I image someday soon it feels like home and in the mean time I imagine I might make a batch of bread and feel better about life in general and I guess this is me right now finding my place that feels like mine and that’s just fine with me.