Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year Eatin'... Dixie Style


Happy New Year!

New Year's Eve and New Year's Day seem to be more filled with traditions, superstitions, and folklore than any other time of the year... and every culture in every country has its own... from wearing brightly colored underwear in some South American countries, to throwing dishes onto doorsteps in Denmark. Here in the U.S. many of us watch the ball drop in Times Square, whether in person or via TV... we light fireworks and make lots of noise... a tradition which began by making noises to scare away evil spirits. It seems most of our New Year traditions are to give us any and every chance at having a good, prosperous, peaceful, happy year. We want a fresh start, a clean slate... it's a brand new year... time to make resolutions, begin again, and strive for the lives we want... bigger and better things... love... happiness... peace... 

In the South we have many traditions and superstitions surrounding the New Year... Mama always said "whatever you do on New Year's Day, you'll be doing all year long." We always had to clean the house (I suspect she made that one up so we'd all pitch in and help) and the sink must be empty so our year will be filled with good luck and happiness. We shot fireworks and firecrackers... but we also shot the shotgun at midnight... and you must have someone to kiss at midnight to ensure your year will be filled with love and affection. Mr. Granny brought to our little household his own traditions... the New Year toast, whether it be with champagne, spumanti, or just sparkling grape juice... and he has added to the New Year meal tradition...

Growing up we always, always had black-eyed peas, hog jowl, and collards... Mr. Granny always had those things too... but also candied yams and ham... So we've melded our lives and our traditions together...

This New Year's Day, we started cooking our traditional meal first thing in the morning...


I put the dried black-eyed peas into the crock pot so they could cook all day. I added eight cups of water to the one pound bag of dried peas...


A little salt...


And some diced up pieces of hog jowl (in the past I HAVE used bacon, fatback, or ham hock). I turned the slow cooker on low and let them cook the entire day. I also put the ham on... I simply wrapped it in aluminum foil, placed it in a large baking pan, and put it in a 250 degree oven to cook for the whole day.


In the afternoon, I began preparing my collards (in past years I have substituted other greens... mustard, turnip... but since we are now living in South Carolina where collards are the state vegetable and readily available in every grocery store, roadside stand, and even on tables in some folks front yards... collards it was to be!) First I diced up another nice piece of hog jowl (again bacon, fatback, or ham hock could be substituted)


I rinsed my greens well... then rinsed them again... and again (collards can trap little particles of sand, so it's a good idea to rinse them several times.)


I diced up an onion and added it to a large saucepan along with the diced jowl... I sauteed the pork and onion combination on low heat, stirring occasionally until the onion was tender... meanwhile...


... I began chopping the collards... I removed the tough stems (the compost pile is gonna LOVE these... if you have chickens, pigs, goats, or rabbits, they'd love the New Year treat as well)


Then I rough chopped the greens...


... and added them to the pork/onion mixture in the saucepan...


I added a bit of salt...


... and fresh ground pepper...


... and just enough water to keep everything from sticking to the bottom of the pan and to allow the greens to steam... (maybe a cup?)... then I turned the heat to low and allowed the greens to simmer for 3-4 hours, checking and stirring occasionally.


Mmmmm... looking good... greens cook down A LOT!


Now where did THIS picture come from???? LOL! While waiting on our feast to simmer, I crocheted a dish towel and a couple of dish cloths... we also took a drive along some back roads we'd never been on before and I learned that Mr. Granny's car can, indeed ford a small stream when necessary... it was a beautiful warm day in South Carolina...


Back home again after our little adventure, I started the yams/sweet potatoes... I used canned yams and simply poured them into an aluminum foil pan...


... sprinkled the top with a little brown sugar...


... and a sprinkle of cinnamon (some folks like a marshmallow topping and sometimes we do... also chopped pecans can be added to the topping)... then I removed the ham from the oven and set it on the back of the stove to keep warm... upped the oven temp to 350 degrees and popped in the sweet potatoes to cook for about an hour... 


With about 20 or 30 minutes left to go before time to eat, I started the cornbread... Mr. Granny LOVES the top of the stove skillet cornbread I make (it's an old Southern tradition!) so I decided to make it... I started by heating some olive oil and butter in my cast iron frying pan on medium/low heat...


I mixed up the cornbread batter... a half cup cornmeal, half cup flour, an egg, a teaspoon of baking powder, a half teaspoon of salt and enough milk to make a thin batter (think pancake batter)


Once the oil and butter in the frying pan was good and hot, I added the batter to the pan...


I cooked it on low heat for maybe 3-5 minutes, then...


... once it was bubbly and almost done through...


... I flipped it over and browned the other side...


We served it all up... slices of ham, a wedge of cornbread, a spoonful of candied yams, a generous portion of black-eyed peas, and those lovely collards with a dash of my home-canned hot pepper vinegar...

Traditionally, the greens are for wealth in the New Year, the hog jowl is for health, the peas are for good luck... the cornbread is said to attract gold... and the rest rounds out a traditional meal that is good, simple fare and takes us back to years of traditional, good, simple fare that we've enjoyed our whole lives...

Happy New Year!



Thursday, December 29, 2011

Supper From a Jar


We received some home canned foods from my brother, Jeff, for Christmas this year... it's an annual tradition that we always look forward to... he generally gives us a variety of jams, jellies, muscadine juice, some pickled peppers, pickled green tomatoes, and our favorite home canned half runner green beans. And soup... the soup mix takes me back to childhood... Mama always made it, as did her Mama and probably her Mama before her...

Mama made a soup mix of tomatoes, corn, and okra every summer... and in the winter she'd open a jar and add potatoes and onions and maybe carrots for a tummy warming meal... sometimes ground beef or chopped up chicken would make its way into the soup... sometimes rice or noodles replaced the potatoes... but whatever was added... it was so delicious on a cold winter evening... with a pone of cornbread... perfection!!!

This year Jeff gave us two quarts of his version of Mama's soup mix... he had added to the usual tomato, corn, and okra mixture... some bell peppers and some lima beans... And on a cold winter evening just after Christmas, it seemed like the perfect time to pop open a jar and give it a try... with a few additions...

Here's what I did...


I browned a pound of ground beef and added some garlic powder, salt and pepper, and a little onion powder... then I remembered the dehydrated celery so I added a handful of it...

Next I tossed in a half cup of rice and a cup of water to absorb into the rice.

Then I opened up the jar of soup mix and poured it in (tomatoes, lima beans, corn, bell pepper, and okra)

I brought everything to a boil, then reduced the heat and let it simmer for 30 minutes or so (longer would be OK too)


I made a pone of cornbread to go along with the soup (in my cast iron frying pan, of course!)... and what a meal! Mr. Granny and I ate until we were "full as a tick on a dog's ear!" (as my Daddy always says)

Took me back to my childhood and how Mama could make a heart warming, tummy warming meal out of the most humble of ingredients... It don't get no better than this!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

It's Give Away Time!

Canning Granny is celebrating achieving over 1,000 (count them... one thousand!) Facebook "Likes" (I'm not sure why they changed "Fans" to "Likes"... fans sounded so much more... well... "fannish!" but I digress)...

Believe me, I would dearly LOVE to send each and every one of you 1,000 plus folks a gift in thanks for your support, friendship, and love... most of you I have never seen in person... but I count each and every one of you as a friend... and some of you as family. So, since I am unable to send everyone a gift I'm gonna give every one of you a chance to receive this token of my extreme appreciation.

Here's how it works...

I couldn't narrow it down to ONE gift... so I will leave it up to the winner to choose ONE of the three below...


First option, since I AM Canning Granny after all... a half-pint jar of  my home canned Habanero Gold jelly (click to see post). This beautiful jelly contains habanero peppers, red peppers, and dried apricots and is delicious with cream cheese on crackers, as a glaze for meat and I'm sure many other yummy things.

OR



Second option, since I have recently picked up my crochet hook and am definitely "hooked" on it again... one of my favorite scarves... this one is made from very soft, very fuzzy multi-colored yarn in fall colors of oranges, browns, greens and creams.

OR


Third option, since I make my own all-natural soaps, lotions, and other bath and beauty products (www.southernheartsoaps.com)... a collection of some of my favorite products... three bars of soap... one honey oatmeal an all natural soap which contains real honey, real oatmeal, and is skin-loving and moisturizing... one Granny's Old-Fashioned Lye Soap which is exactly what it sounds like, a nostalgic tribute to days gone by, unscented, simple, moisturizing, and all natural... one Southern Cook's Coffee Soap... a soap made with real coffee and added coffee grounds that make a great exfoliant... coffee is odor absorbing so this soap is great for the kitchen to remove the odors of onions, fish, garlic, etc. from your hands (YES! it really works!)... also in this little set, I'm including a 6 ounce tube of Clarity Hand and Body Lotion made from avocado butter, cocoa butter, olive oil, with the essential oils of rosemary, lavender, geranium, lemongrass and peppermint which add skin-nourishing properties as well as mental clarity... and last but not least... a tube of peppermint lip balm made with honey, beeswax, olive oil and peppermint essential oil.

And what YOU need to do...

...is comment on THIS blog post (below) with your NAME, and which gift you prefer... (1) JELLY (2) SCARF or (3) SOAP SET

On Monday, December 26 at midnight, the give away ends.

Tuesday, December 27, I will put all the names in a wide mouth canning jar and draw the winner out randomly... I will then post the name on the Canning Granny Facebook Page ... the winner will have 48 hours to email me at canninggranny@gmail.com with their Name and Mailing Address. Should I NOT hear from the winner, I will draw another name on Thursday, December 29 and post THAT name on Facebook as well.

I'm so excited!!! Good luck to my wonderful, supportive readers... You are all winners in my book!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Childhood Christmas Memories

My Mama as a teenager growing up the the Western N.C. mountains
I grew up in the Western North Carolina mountains, as perfect a childhood as any child could wish for. We didn't have a huge amount of money... but we never did without. My Daddy worked hard... he was a welder and worked construction jobs... we moved a lot in my early childhood... the Atlanta, Ga. area in my preschool years, elementary school in East Tennessee... we finally settled in the foothills of Western NC the summer before I started sixth grade... Mama stayed home and no matter if we were living in an apartment in Atlanta, on our little 5 acre "farm" in Tennessee, or the 115 acres in NC... Christmas was a big deal... Mama made sure of that...

Mama with me and my brother Jeff on Christmas morning in Georgia

My baby sister was born when I was 12... so for most of my growing up years, it was me and my two brothers... stairsteps, two years apart... I'm the oldest... and the bossiest (or so the boys say!) We always got new pajamas to wear on Christmas Eve (I used to think Santa required it! But I realize now that it was partly so we looked extra cute in the Christmas morning snapshot-fest)... and up until I was 8 or 9 years old... we hung one of Daddy's big ol' work socks on the mantle before we went to bed on Christmas Eve... we obtained "proper" stockings a few years later... but there's nothing quite as exciting as digging apples, oranges, candy, and nuts out of one of Daddy's long stretchy brown socks... 

Jeff and me and our ongoing silliness (we haven't changed much)


My brother, Jeff's favorite candy was always orange slices and Mama made sure they were around at Christmas... as well as Daddy's favorite, chocolate drops... orange slices and chocolate drops, as well as the scent of oranges always said Christmas to me.

My favorite cousin Sharon and me in front of the tree (I'm the short one on the right)

I remember the first time I ever "saw" Santa... I was five years old and we were living in a remodeled apple house in Swannanoa, NC... it was an A-frame house with a big basement... my brother, Jeff and I had our bunkbeds in the big basement bedroom... Santa peeked around the door at the bottom of the steps to make sure I was asleep... but I saw him... next morning there were "socks" filled with goodies, my baby brother Kevin (who was about two) got a "ride-on" train, Jeff got one of those metal fire truck pedal cars... and I got a record player with some little yellow 78rpm records, Midge to go with my Barbie, a Barbie case and a ton of Barbie clothes.

My brother Jeff and I in our basement bedroom where I first "saw" Santa
I got that record player for Christmas that year!
Another Christmas when we lived in Tennessee, I remember coming home from Christmas Eve service at church and, since we had the grandparents and aunts and uncles there, being put to bed in a row along with my brothers and the other cousins, on a pallet made of stacks of quilts and pillows in the floor in Mama and Daddy's room... I was snuggled up to my new cloth body baby doll somebody at church had given me (I guess I was six or seven)... we awakened the next morning to the first White Christmas I had ever seen... snow had fallen overnight... it was a magical place to be a child...

Our little house in Tennessee and the ol' station wagon

We never bought a Christmas tree when I was a kid... we chose a Saturday a couple weeks before Christmas and we took a walk... the whole family, Mama holding our hands and helping us over fallen trees and around briar patches... Daddy with his ax over his shoulder as we searched the woods for that year's perfect tree... some were more perfect than others... one year the pickin's were pretty slim and we've teased Daddy ever since over our skinny, sparse cedar tree we had that year... our own "Charlie Brown Christmas Tree"... but once we got it home and in the old metal tree stand... and covered it with those big ol' bulby lights, ornaments (glass bulb ornaments as well as all those we had proudly made at school over the years) and tinsel and icicles... it was transformed into a thing of beauty and pride.

The three of us with our "best" cousins
The Christmas after we had moved to our land (Mama and Daddy had sacrificed and scraped to purchase 115 acres with a house, barn, and outbuildings... an adventure in our lives, but money was tight)... we had sold our van and bought a VW Beetle to save money... Daddy drove it to work... he had purchased an old International one ton truck for hauling pulpwood (there were LOTS of scrub pine trees on our land, great for pulpwood)... not long before Christmas, Daddy was hit by a semi-truck as he returned home from work... totaled the Bug... Daddy walked away with one bruise on his knee... but that year our Christmas shopping (we went together, the entire family... by then we had my baby sister, she was less than a year old)... was done in the big truck... all six of us riding in the cab (this was before mandatory seat belts and car seats)... Daddy drove... Mama beside him with Beth in her lap, I was next and my brother Jeff was squeezed against the door... my little brother Kevin (about 8 years old at the time) was relegated to sitting in the massive, uncarpeted floorboard of the truck... and on the way home he was joined by all the bags, boxes and packages we had acquired... Daddy helped us shop for Mama, then he went away and Mama helped us shop for Daddy and each other... we tried very hard to be secretive... on the way home after this family shopping trip, with Kevin in the floor amongst the packages... he starts saying over and over... "I'm getting lotion all over me... somethings leaking... there's lotion everywhere down here..." Jeff began kicking him over and over... to which he replies "What? What did I do?" Jeff says... "Shhhhh.... be quiet..." and continues to kick... (Jeff had purchased Mama two big beautiful glass bottles of lotion)... to which Kevin says after realizing his faux pas..."Well what did you want me to say... Lah-Shan!!!" Mama and Daddy and I were in stitches, tears rolling... the boys were not so amused... they laugh NOW when we bring it up! Mama received ONE big beautiful glass bottle of lotion from Jeff that year.

Lots of extended family celebrating


That same year we woke up Christmas morning (we had been warned ahead of time that Santa didn't have a lot of extra money that year so to not expect as much as usual)... each of us three older kids had a pair of boots under the tree (I was 12... mine were black lace up boots... so cool!)... Beth, the baby had several baby toys, a walker... the stockings (proper ones by this time) were filled with candy, fruit and nuts...


I must interrupt this thought with ANOTHER unusual tradition my family celebrates every Christmas morning... my uncle Robert and his wife Linda went in with my parents to purchase the land... they lived next door... My Daddy and my Uncle Robert  sort of competed each Christmas morning to see who was awakened by excited children the earliest... Daddy usually won... we were older than my uncle's kids and more excitable... so to announce to the other one that he was awake... Daddy (or Robert) would shoot the shotgun loaded with fine shot up in the air... the shot would fall down on the roof of the other, awakening them to the magic of Christmas morning and excited children!

Mama on the famed Christmas Mini-Bike
On the Christmas morning of the boots under the tree... Daddy insisted that we ALL accompany him in the shotgun shooting tradition... outside... in the cold... in our new pajamas and boots... and lo and behold... parked just at the bottom of the steps to the back porch, Santa had left a little orange mini-bike with the three Smith Kids names on it!!! Talk about some excited kids!!!! Me, being the oldest, and the bossiest... announced that I got the first ride... I cranked 'er up and took off, forgetting about the rock wall around the yard... yep... my glory was over in 20 seconds... no one was injured (only my pride)... and the riding continued, with us taking turns and being more careful, until the aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents arrived for our traditional Southern Christmas Breakfast.


My Mama's gift to the extended family and really to the world, was her gift of hospitality... that woman knew how to make everyone feel welcome and warm and special when they visited... on Christmas morning she cooked... for everybody in the family (with most everyone contributing a little something to the meal)... every year we had country ham, biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, coffee, milk, orange juice, bacon, sausage, grits, hash browns... and more... then the grownups usually settled down for Christmas naps... while we kids played (outside!!!) with our new toys... we rode bikes, (and mini-bikes), tromped the woods in our new boots... pulled each other in our new wagons, or coasted down the hills in the same wagons loaded as full as we could get them with cousins... crashing and getting back up again to climb the hill and do it all over again... you see, we rarely had snow at Christmas (only three times in my life that I can remember)... and much of the time it was warm...

I have so many Christmas memories of my childhood... some good, a few not so good (my Nanny passed away the day after Christmas when I was 14... THAT was a sad one)... but as I look back and remember... the most memorable moments that stand out in my mind had little to do with the gifts I had received... we did a lot of home made gifts and decorations, we ate well... and had a LOT of family together time... that's the stuff I remember!



Friday, December 2, 2011

Pickled Banana Peppers


My two daughters absolutely LOVE pickled banana peppers (I'm not a huge fan but I'll eat 'em on a sandwich or something), I've seen my oldest daughter when she was 10 or 11 years old sit and eat half a jar of them straight out of the jar... I don't know if she still eats them like that or not but I know she still loves them. My younger daughter is almost as passionate about them... so, being the doting mother that I am, and having a bounty of banana peppers, I made a few jars for the girls.

Here's how I did it...

I cut the stem ends off my banana peppers and scooped the seeds out, trying my very best to keep the peppers intact so I could then slice them into rings (they like the rings!)

Then I prepared the brine by mixing

5 cups vinegar (I used white, because the peppers were so lovely and colorful I wanted them to shine through)


1 cup water
4 teaspoons canning and pickling salt


2 Tablespoons sugar
2 cloves garlic (OK, I like the added garlic flavor, so I put in 4 cloves)


I brought the vinegar mixture to a boil, then reduced the heat and let it simmer for 10-15 minutes to allow the flavors to marry and blend... then I removed the garlic cloves. Meanwhile, I prepared my pint canning jars by placing them in a flat pan of boiling water set over two stove eyes. I simmered the lids in boiling water and kept everything hot until I was ready for them.


I loosely packed the banana pepper rings in the hot pint jars.


I ladled the hot brine mixture into the jars, filling the jars and removing any air bubbles... leaving a half inch headspace.

I wiped the rims and tightened the lids on to fingertip tightness.

I processed the jars in a boiling water bath, ensuring they were completely covered with boiling water and processing for 10 minutes.

After processing, I removed the jars with my jar lifter and set them on a folded dish towel on the counter to cool... and to listen for the PING of each successfully sealed jar.


Oh, yeah, the girls are gonna LOVE these!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Praline Syrup


We were selling soap a few weeks ago at a local barbecue festival. Our booth was located underneath two huge old pecan trees... pecans were falling all around us... I decided that gleaning was in order, so between customers and while DH was "minding the store" I meandered around picking up pecans a handful at a time throughout the day... by closing time, I had several pounds of pecans stowed... feeling very "hunter/gatherer" and not unlike a squirrel.

When I got home with my free food, I found an old Ball Blue Book recipe for Praline Syrup and got started on my own version...

Here's what I did...

I shelled all those lovely pecans, and DH was kind enough to chop them in the antique chopper that belonged to his Mom...


A few broken fingernails and a lot of finger stains later, I had about four cups of chopped pecans...

The recipe I had found called for
2 cups dark corn syrup

I could have sworn I had dark corn syrup somewhere in my pantry, but alas, it was not to be found... so I substituted half molasses and half light corn syrup... I love the taste of molasses so went with it...


1/3 cup dark brown sugar


1/2 cup water

Bring the syrup, sugar and water to a boil over medium heat. Boil one minute, then stir in...
1 cup chopped pecans (more is better)... so I added all four cups


..and 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract (I added more like a teaspoon)




I prepared my pint canning jars by placing them in a flat pan of boiling water set on two stove eyes. I simmered my lids in boiling water and kept everything hot until I was ready for them.


I ladled the mixture into the hot jars, leaving a 1/4 inch head space. I wiped the rims and tightened the lids on to fingertip tightness.


I processed the jars in a boiling water bath, ensuring they were completely covered with water, for 10 minutes. After processing, I removed the jars using my jar lifter and set them on a folded dish towel on the counter to cool, and to listen for the PING of each successfully sealed jar! The recipe says it makes four half pint jars... I got three pints and one half pint (all those extra nuts!)


This syrup would be wonderful over ice cream, topping a pound cake, or with butter on a homemade buttermilk biscuit for breakfast. Yummy!


For a printable version of this recipe, click here.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Canning Wet Walnuts


My husband was saying, not long ago, that he enjoyed sundaes with wet walnuts and pineapple topping... the wheels in my brain began turning... hmmm... I could can some... I have walnuts in the freezer left from last Christmas... wonder how one would go about doing that... Google to the rescue... I found lots of recipes and came up with my own version...

Here's what I did...

First I rough chopped my walnuts and toasted them a few minutes in the oven to bring out their aromatic, walnutty flavor.


Then I started making my syrup...

I mixed...

8 cups brown sugar


2/3 cup corn starch (for you non-rebel, non-rule-breakers out there, you can use clear-jel... I used corn starch because I HAD corn starch and it doesn't pose a danger, just has a chance of breaking down and "unthickening" whatever you have thickened... I've used it for years without break down, so I took a chance... use at your own risk and don't say I didn't warn you!)


3 tsp. vanilla extract (several recipes I read called for maple extract, I prefer vanilla and also I HAD vanilla on hand so I went with vanilla)


6 cups cold water



Whisk together and bring to a boil.  Boil gently for about 10 minutes... until syrup thickens nicely.


Meanwhile, I prepared my pint canning jars by boiling them in a pan of water set on two stove eyes; and sterilized my lids by simmering them in hot water, keeping everything hot until I was ready to use them.

I divided my walnuts evenly among the ten pint jars.


When the syrup was nice and thick, I ladled it over the walnuts, leaving an inch headspace.



I removed any air bubbles by running my plastic tool (or a butter knife) between the walnuts and the inside of the jar. I wiped the jar rims and tightened the lids on to fingertip tightness.

I then processed my jars in a boiling water bath (ensuring the jars were covered with water) for 10 minutes.

After processing, I removed the jars from the canner with my jar lifter and set them on a folded dish towel to cool... and to listen for the PING of each successfully sealed jar.

Ice cream sundae here we come!!!!

For a printable copy of this recipe, click here
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