The Culinary Arts Thread

For Sunday:

1. Those Ham'n'Swiss sliders on hawaiin rolls.

2. Ree Drummonds Olive Bread (soooo goood)

3. My first ever attempt at making/recreating my mom's yeast dinner rolls. Recipe was passed to her by my my grandma when she married my dad. It was mom's featured recipe in the 1968 Mrs. Georgia Cookbook as runner-up. It was the one aroma in the kitchen no child would ever forget. Mrs. Shubert's frozen substitutes are a backseat 2nd for sure. I did rather well for my first run. I will tweak how I prep them but the simplistic recipe is solid. That dough just isn't suited to rolling out and cutting and folding. not condusive to that like a biscuit dough. Next time, will pull and shape individually by hand as my wife says she saw my mom doing once when we went for a visit.

My neice got me a cool leather family recipe book for xmas. I've been assembling mom's and grandmas recipes into this since, as well as mine and some favs my wife fixes when she randomly finds the kitchen a few times a year. One i'd love to do but is an afternoons commitment to prep, or a couple hours maybe. But, her corn dumplings. We didn't have often, but when we did.... Hand formed round corn dumplings that had a mix of chili powder and stuff in the center. Simmered in a ham broth based gravy. Would make you do Jerry Clower noises when you ate them. My wife is not a big bread person, and certainly not a dumpling person, so I have never attempted. But, the recipe is in my book. Some things you just don't want to lose to the past even if you don't cook them. Her fried chicken was the most requested birthday dinner on record. Electric fryer. Crisco Shortening. KFC didn't have jack s*** on her fried chicken. Lord the things that came out of that electric fryer. It still exists. One of the siblings or the neice swiped it. Still works flawless 50 years on. That thing did a number on slow simmered swiss steak and tomatoes too. The original fryer/slow cooker. Now at 60, I've been forever thankful that sunday nights after church was her night off and you ate cereal or learned to cook and clean up afterwards. My earliest memory of learning was having to stand on a wood step stool to reach the stove. Started on scambled eggs and frozen burger patties, and figured it out from there. Some of the worst meals I've ever fixed was trying to follow a recipe instead of just cooking. My nemsis has always been sauces, but made surviveable inroads there. And to my dad who kept us outside learning how to grow veggies and doing chores, and he and mom both on how to put it up. I can keep most issues with our cars fixed because we ddin't pay someone to do anything we could figure out. Top end rebuilds, re-shingled roofs, whatever the issue he didn't have the money to hire for. If I have a regret raising my kid is not repeating those epxeriences at the same level they committed to it. We do it, but it's not the same as the 70's did it. But, he is quite kitchen capable, and can do the other life skills at varying degrees.

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Lort have mercy.

The moment the 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454 LS6 Convertible enters the conversation, everything changes.

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I didn't even know a convertable version existed, my friend growing up had a ss that had been a police interceptor, it was repainted an ugly brown color, and had the police shock upgrades etc. Looked ugly as hell, and only thing that gave it away was the damn expensive racing tires on the back. He's do teh old put a 20 on the dash and if you could grab it you could keep it, and hit the gas...never saw anyone get the 20. One of the best sleepers i have known first hand.
 

unmitigated truth..... all my heroes from the barbershop growing up are dead. This reminds me of my dad and the men there.






I grew up on this kind of music. My barber shop "Mike and Weldon's" in Hxson every Saturday turned into a little mountain opry spin off. If you came on Sat you better have a thick skin as well razor sharp zingers were flyin. Getting an 8oz bottle of soda from the old machine and listening to bluegrass, and hearing the men argue SEC football between songs and tell jokes made it seem less like a chore. If you were lucky you'd hear a couple talking low in near whispers about things that Happened in Vietnam, Korea, and even a few talking about ww2. Every other guy there it seemed was an infantry veteran. I genuinely loved this part of my childhood. Sadly it is gone. There is nothing even close to that anymore. Closest thing you can get to that now is a lodge meeting.
 
unmitigated truth..... all my heroes from the barbershop growing up are dead. This reminds me of my dad and the men there.






I grew up on this kind of music. My barber shop "Mike and Weldon's" in Hxson every Saturday turned into a little mountain opry spin off. If you came on Sat you better have a thick skin to. Getting an 8oz bottle of soda and listening to bluegrass, and hearing the men argue SEC football between songs and tell jokes made it seem less like a chore. If you were lucky you'd hear a couple talking low in near whispers about things that Happened in Vietnam, Korea, and even a few talking about ww2. Every other guy there it seemed was an infantry veteran. I genuinely loved this part of my childhood. Sadly it is gone. There is nothing even close to that anymore. Closest thing you can get to that now is a lodge meeting.

I’ve seen both Doc Watson and Earl Scruggs live. Saw Earl several times.
 

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