This writing prompt came from a blog called Paisley Rain Boots.
What were the special foods or meals from your childhood? Describe them. Write everythig that you remember, the smells, the tastes, the last time you remember having it.
My mother was a Southerner who moved to the north but never lost her southern roots. She grew up on a small farm in northeastern Georgia where food was simple and you went out in the chicken yard and caught your Sunday dinner. Naturally we grew up with the taste of the South. Mom was a great cook and meals at our house were always delicious.
Without a doubt a special food in our house was chicken pot pie. Throughout the years the pot pie was a staple on our table for special dinners. The combination of the chicken, vegetables and gravy topped with biscuits or dumplings was always a delight. It is a recipe treasured by my sisters and me.
Another of her recipes was for cherry treat...a simple cobbler. In the south they made it with fresh peaches but we often had it with cherry pie filling. It is easy to make and very tasty.
Cherry Treat
Melt 1/2c. butter and pour into an eight inch square dish. In a bowl mix: 1 c. flour, 1 c. sugar, 1 1/2t. baking powder, 1 t. salt, and 2/3 c. milk. Pour this over the butter. Arrange fruit (cut up fresh fruit mixed with a little sugar or a can of cherry pie filling) over the top. Bake 1/2 hour at 375 degrees.
Mom and Dad retired back to Georgia and everytime we visited we always loved that she fixed pot pie for us. She passed away in 2000 and we still miss her cooking and the lovely table that she would set.
The last time that I had pot pie was a few weeks ago when I fixed it for us. Several years ago my sisters and I made a trip to Savannah and ate at the Paula Deen restaurant. It was like going back and eating at my mother's table. All the southern foods were represented..corn bread, green beans and potatoes, biscuits, and peach cobbler. It was a walk down a culinary memory lane. asd
This is a page from a family cookbook that I made as Christmas gifts a few years ago. On the pot pie recipe you can see that it serves Cox's army. That was a favorite saying of my mother's. She had a lot of those.
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My grandmother was the cook in our household. I can well remember the breakfasts. The smell of fresh perked coffee and bacon frying on a cold morning is a wonderful memory. My mother worked so it was my grandmother who kept house. As children we were told in no uncertain terms to help Nanny. We loved her and we liked cooking so she taught us many of the favorite family recipes. As my sister and I grew up we went from helping and learning to doing, clean up included as my grandmother's health declined.
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