In which I most certainly do NOT roast a raccoon.
I have amazing siblings. They are crazy talented and supportive. My sister is one of the nicest people I know. She constantly goes out of her way for other people. She actively tries to make the world a better place. My brothers almost have to be spoken about as one unit, but mostly because the world still confuses them. One of them works in energy efficiency and has published many articles and papers about the subject. The other works in theater. He is working on his first movie and is getting his first IMDB credit, or he would be, except somehow his brother is listed on IMDB instead. The twin curse…
Anyway, my brother suggested at one point that each of my siblings do a guest post for me. I readily agreed and mentioned that all they had to do was tell me what sort of recipe they wanted and I would hook them up with the goods. “What do you want? Entree? Dessert? Roasted Raccoon?” My brother jumped all over the idea of making a roasted raccoon. He attempted to source one. His friend actually came through. Unfortunately, making a movie and being away from an actual kitchen sort of put a damper on this. Well, that and the “ew” factor. As he was attempting to source a raccoon, he heard from multiple people about how sick eating raccoon had made them (probably because it wasn’t cleaned properly).
Regardless, I mentioned this recipe as a joke. I don’t actually expect that anyone will make it. If anyone does, I think I want to try it, but I’m unlikely to ever actually make this recipe myself.
I’m still waiting for them to actually get to the point of guest posting…(hint, hint).
While searching through recipes and content to find perfect Halloween fodder for the blog, I remembered that when I wrote about Edna Ruth Bullock, I had mentioned that I had another “killer” story to share. (Kind of punny). So in honor of Halloween and all things horror, let me introduce you to Ma Duncan. A plain, simple woman that was guilty of maybe loving her son too much. While women frequently have tenuous relationships with their mothers-in-law, I don’t know of anyone whose mother-in-law has tried to kill them.
Read more about Elizabeth Duncan on Wikipedia and in the LA Times.
I have discovered how to add the Pinterest button on my posts. This means that now you can pin all of your favorite recipes for easy access.
Anyone feel like I need to be on Twitter or Instagram?
After years of working from home, I am starting back in an office. There should be no interruption in blog posts for the immediate future. My family still needs to eat, so I still need to cook. After expressing concern that my blog would suffer, my brother suggested that he do a guest post. That will be upcoming in November (hopefully). In the meantime, I will continue to post recipes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
While scanning recipes, I found this picture:
Who in the world is Edna Ruth Bullock and what does it mean “Told Her Husband”? I decided to play Google detective and find out. I had no idea that I was about to embark on a very dark journey down a rabbit hole.
I didn’t do a lot of in depth research into this, but at 25, Edna was accused of killing her 27 year old husband, James in 1958. There was no evidence connecting her to the murder and she was not charged. However, she had been previously married a dentist named Dr Glennon Engleman. Engleman was eventually charged with at least 7 murders. Some things I read said that he seduced women, got them to marry men, and then killed the men for a share of the life insurance. Others said he was more of a hitman and just killed for profit. Regardless, I think I might be happy that I’ve got 5 months until my next dental appointment.
Wikipedia Article on Glennon Engleman
Article about the Movie “The Dentist”
Having grown up in a family of cooks, most of my memories are tied up in what we were eating at the time. I have a distinct memory of driving up to Grandma and Grandpa’s house in my first car. I was on my way home from college, it was a hot, hot day, I didn’t have A/C and was pretty gross feeling by the time I finished the 2 hour trip. I got to grandma’s and was welcomed with a hug. She called Grandpa up from the basement and we sat down for lunch. A nice steaming bowl of bean soup. It’s one of those things that would’ve been unremarkable except for that simple thing. A bowl of bean soup on a hot day.
I have memories of bowls of sweet pickles, and pickled watermelon rind (those posts will be coming later). Memories of candy sticks in jars waiting for grandkids to dig in and suck those things down to sharp points, cuts on the tongue as the candy split where the stripes used to be. Bowls of nuts and nutcrackers set out for snacks while watching TV. Kringla, of course. Chocolate chip cookies.
From my mom, I remember family dinners. Bowls of salad while we waited for the main course to finish cooking. Fantastic meals. Grilled steak, omelets made to order, pancakes, sweet potato rolls, crock pots full of the best mashed potatoes. I remember a single meal of lasagna that probably would’ve been forgotten if it hadn’t been for a little incident involving a fork and my elbow.
Then there are the not so good food memories. The terrible hot dish eaten for dinner in southern Minnesota at a boyfriend’s dad’s house before seeing his dad in his underwear. I just didn’t know anyone could ruin a simple macaroni, ground beef, and tomato casserole. The time I took a big portion of what I thought was chocolate pudding off a salad bar, only to discover that it was liver pate. So many more.
Ok, so here’s the ask. Knowing that I have some of great-grandma’s recipes, is there a recipe in particular that I should be sure to make sooner instead of later? Do you have a specific food memory that I need to revisit for you? Please comment and let me know. I may not have the recipe you are thinking of, but I want to try.