“It’s got to where you can’t even hear meat a fryin’ in the pan these days.”
Tipper
Come cook with me!
MOUNTAIN FLAVORS – TRADITIONAL APPALACHIAN COOKING
Location: John C. Campbell Folk School – Brasstown, NC
Date: Sunday, June 23 – Saturday, June 29, 2019
Instructors: Carolyn Anderson, Tipper Pressley
Experience the traditional Appalachian method of cooking, putting up, and preserving the bounty from nature’s garden. Receive hands-on training to make and process a variety of jellies, jams, and pickles for winter eating. You’ll also learn the importance of dessert in Appalachian culture and discover how to easily make the fanciest of traditional cakes. Completing this week of cultural foods, a day of bread making will produce biscuits and cornbread. All levels welcome.
Along with all that goodness Carolyn and I have planned a couple of field trips to allow students to see how local folks produce food for their families. The Folk School offers scholarships you can go here to find out more about them. For the rest of the class details go here.
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Problee ain’t meat noways. Problee them veggie burgers or that tofu stuff. Might as well be toe jam or fumunda cheese as one of them. Smells about the same in my book.
Speaking of frying–I have found some actual fatback and intend to fry it very soon.
It was great to see all of you this morning in Bryson City. Sorry I couldn’t stay longer. Thanks for all of your prayers.
It’s got to where people open three cans, stir the contents together, put it all in the microwave and call it home cooking.
Maybe it’s because meat is not worth frying these days. When we raised our own, the neighbors could smell fresh pork chops frying clear out to the mouth of the holler. Same way with chicken.
Hmmmm. Sad to say I don’t understand this one. I think it is right, but I don’t know what that means.
The whole world has gotten noisier.
You recon that’s cause we have been so warned against grease and frying things?
I reckon they must have been talking about the fast pace of life these days. The noise, too much traffic, fast transportation, fast communication, people running to and fro. It has got so you can’t even hear yourself think.
That is so true. But, I can hear my one neighbor get home at 1:09 am and the other leave at 5:25 am.
I need some quiet during my dream time.
Tipper,
Yesterday Carol (somebody) mentioned “Snake Boots” and wanted Tipper to explain. Made me think of Squirrel Hunting on my uncle’s property. His name was Jack Passmore and his wife Cora. They lived in West Asheville on Starnes Cove Rd. and they owned about 120 acres. One Saturday we took off and went Squirrel Hunting on Jack’s property. After talking with them a few minutes, we headed back behind their property. My daddy-in-law was with me and he was from Gastonia.
His name was Frank Fish and after we had several squirrels, Frank looked down in a Stump that was about decayed. There he found where someone had taken a pair of Scissors and cut-off several squirrel’s tails about 1/4″ to make it look like a lot. There was a note inside that read: “I
was here, eye God.” …Ken