Maker Monday: Steffie’s Burrichisagna

 

1 pound meat (shredded or cubed chicken, ground beef, shredded pork shoulder, etc.)

1 can cream of chicken or cream of mushroom soup

1 cup sour cream

1 package taco seasoning

1 can refried beans

1 to 2 8 oz. packages of Mexican Blend shredded cheese (Straight cheddar can get greasy)

1 package 10” flour tortillas

 

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.

Mix cream of chicken soup, sour cream, and taco seasonings together. Set aside.

Spread a thin layer of refried beans on bottom of ungreased 9x13 baking dish (if you start with tortilla, it can sometimes burn or be very dry.) Next, put a layer of tortillas. We usually chop two tortillas in half and place the flat edges against the edges of the dish to form a solid layer. Place another thin layer of beans over top of tortilla layer. Now layer of sauce, then meat, then cheese. Repeat with tortilla, bean, sauce, meat cheese until dish is almost full. We usually get around four layers with cheese on top.

Cover lightly with foil. Bake for 30 minutes. Remove foil and bake another 5-10 minutes or until cheese is golden brown. Garnish with favorite hot sauce, green onions, sour cream, etc.

** Sometimes we add drained black beans or corn or a bit of salsa for added flavor and texture.**

Maker Monday: For the Love of Southern Biscuits

 

I have been on a journey for fluffy, soft biscuits like I ate (and made) when I lived in Alabama for years now. I grew up making biscuits with my grandmother and mother on an almost weekly basis. I love home made biscuits. When I moved out on my own, I made them less often, but I still enjoyed having fresh biscuits for breakfast or supper occasionally. I move all over the southeast U.S. when I was in college, and there didn't seem to be any change in my baking abilities. I moved to Minnesota in 2005, and it's like I instantly lost my abilities to make decent biscuits. It is the weirdest thing I have ever experienced.

Over the past 15 years I have tried dozens of biscuit recipes. I have tried different milk fat contents of dairy products. I have tried all different kinds of locally available flour. I have even tried carbonating water and then added powdered buttermilk to it. Cold butter, warm butter, crisco, lard. All the kinds of fats. You name it, I've tried it. Every time, I got flat, dense, not at all fluffy or flaky biscuits. 

WTF?! I used to make good biscuits with easy. I was stumped as to what the deal was. I did a lot of research. I read a lot of blogs, cooking magazines, and cooking books to try and figure it out. I just happened along an article about White Lily flour that lit a bulb above my head. I had always made biscuits with White Lily before moving to Minnesota. I haven't been able to find it here. The While Lily flour sold in the South is made from a winter wheat that is a softer flour than the kinds sold here in the Midwest. It has more protein in the flour, and that makes a different for lift and mouth feel. Who knew? It wasn't just me forgetting how to make proper biscuits. I put it on my list to stock up on flour the next time I traveled home to visit family.

In the mean time, COVID-19 happened, and everyone was doing a lot more experimental baking than normal. I fell down the YouTube rabbit hole and happened upon a video of a woman making biscuits with yeast (here is the video). I had never seen anyone put yeast in biscuits, so I was interested in giving it a a try. These were based on a recipe called Angel Biscuits printed in Southern Living magazine in I believe the 50s. No special flour needed. I had to give them a try.

You proof the yeast to add to your dry biscuit ingredients and then left the dough proof for at least two hours. Other than that, the process is pretty much just like any other biscuit recipe. One batch made a standard cake pan of regular sized biscuits and another 8x8 baker of mini biscuits. They turned out so beautiful! Golden and buttery on the outside, fluffy and soft on the inside. 

They were a tiny bit more yeasty tasting than I want in a biscuit. We had let the dough proof overnight, so next time I will just do the minimum two hour poof to see if that makes a different in taste. Despite that one tiny opinional flaw, these have been the best biscuits we have baked in the last 15 years. Mission accomplished! They were perfect to pair with sausage gravy and scrambled eggs for breakfast.

If you've found this first recipe interesting, please look for another post coming soon on my re-do of my family's classic White Lily biscuits. I recently visited my mother and did a grocery delivery of some of my favorite regional items that I could bring home with me to Minnesota. One of those was a small stock of White Lily flour.

Maker Monday: Quarantine Cooking - Sourdough Bread

 If you have been reading my blog posts all along the way, you may remember I played around with beginning a sourdough starter a while back. I'm at it again. With the Covid-19 pandemic and the stay-at-home orders and hoarding of supplies, yeast is very hard to find. So, I decided to revive my sourdough starter and make some loaves of sourdough bread.

I will fully admit to going through several bread recipes and bread making techniques before I found one I liked. There were a few meh but edible loaves of bread and a couple of total fails. I am going to say that it was probably a combination of user error and our house being a bit too cold for the bread to rise properly. I do not think it was any fault of the recipe.

The recipe that did end up working without a hitch, was the How To Make Sourdough Bread from the Kitchn website. Be forewarned, making sourdough bread is at least an all day process, and most realistically a two day process for best flavor.

Two sourdough loaves ready to go in the fridge for a final rest (because I did not want to stay up another 4-5 hours to finish them that night). I started this around 1pm, and I did not anticipate just how long it would take before being ready to go in the oven. It's right there in the recipe, but I guess I got ahead of myself. It is quite an involved process of work the dough and wait, work the dough and wait again.

Baking is a true labor of love. I have utmost respect for those who bake every week for their families. If your mom, dad, spouse, SO, best friend, neighbor bakes for you, give them a hug and a thank you. It’s a multi day commitment. I now understand so much better why so many Southerners where I grew up have cornbread or biscuits on a daily basis and reserve the rolls and breads for more special occasions.

Baking sourdough is kind of interesting in comparison to other breads I have made. I got to bring out both of my cast iron dutch ovens (my kitchen one and my camping one) for this endeavor. The sourdough needs the initial build up of steam achieved from cooking in a very hot, lidded pot in order for the dough to rise up instead of out. You pre-heat both your oven and your pots to a high temperature, put the loaves in and keep the oven at that high temp for a short amount of time. Then you lower the temperature for the rest of the bake. I think attempting to cook my first loaf last week as more of a baguette style was why it failed. It didn't have that spike of high steamy heat to help it rise up, so it spread instead and ended up flat and dense. Don't freak out too much if you get some smoke too with this method. You line the dutch oven with parchment paper, and as the oven heats up the parchment paper will char and smoke. As soon as you put the pots in to pre-heat, I would suggest turning on your exhaust fan and possibly opening a window. It got very smoky, very quick.


The cooking process completed beautifully with no problems at all. Here is a picture of the sourdough loaves when they finished cooking. They are beautiful. Everything rose as it was supposed to.I wanted to immediately do a victory dance of happiness when I pulled them out of my dutch ovens.

We tasted a slice. Oh my gosh. It's so good. They were crispy and flavorful on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside with jut the right amount of tang. Just a little punch of the sourdough taste and smell. Now I want to make smaller versions of these to use as bread bowls for beer cheese soup.

In my vintage wooden breadbox, these lasted us about two weeks. The sliced bread made phenomenal tuna melts. We had quite a few lunches using them for sandwiches. They were good for just snacking on with a little bit of softened butter as well. 

If you are wondering what to do with all of your left over starter, King Arthur Flour has a great list of recipes that all use what is discarded when you feed your sourdough starter. Some recipes use a half cup to a cup of starter, and others use as little as a tablespoon. So many to choose from! Check out those recipes HERE. We have made the sourdough pancakes, and next we are going to try the crumpets. 

Maker Monday: Quarantine Cooking Pressure Cooker Loaded Potato Soup

 

Ingredients

8 medium Yukon Rose potatoes (red skins with yellow inside) peeled and chopped into medium sized pieices
8 cups of chicken broth
1/2 medium onion diced
2 to 3 carrots peeled and chopped
1 can Campbell's cheese soup
3 cloves of garlic
1 tablespoon dry ranch dressing powder
1 tablespoon dried parsley
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 tablespoons olive oil
Seasonings to taste (salt, black peppper, cayenne, paprika)

Reserved for Later Use

Approximately 4 medium Yukon Rose potatoes rough chopped into bite-sized pieces
1 cup Heavy Cream
Toppings: sour cream, green onions or chives, shredded cheese, bacon crumbles



Directions

Add everything but the cream, reserve potatoes, and toppings to the pressure cooker. Pressure cook on high for one hour. Natural release pressure for 10 minutes and then quick release. Puree with emulsion blender. Add a cup of heavy cream and stir.

Chop enough potatoes into breakfast potato sized pieces to top each person's soup with about a 1/4 cup of potatoes. Season lightly with salt and olive oil. Air fry at 400 degrees for 13 minutes tossing half way through. You can also pan fry or cook these potatoes in the conventional oven. Your choice. Time may vary per your cooking method. You want the outside of the potatoes golden and crisp.

Top bowl of soup with crispy potatoes, green onions, shredded cheese, and bacon crumbles.

Mountain Magic - Exploring my Roots

I grew up in the lower Appalachians, and my grandfather's people were what locals called Mountain People. Until I moved away for college and met others not from that area, I hadn't realized there were so many little differences. We use words that are not in the common dialects even within the South. Our lives were full of little practices and superstitions unique to our area.

Magic lived in the mountains. Everyone went to church on Sundays and thanked God for their blessings, but they thought nothing of going to wise women and seventh sons when someone was sick and the doctors hadn't been able to treat it. There were home remedies for all your ailments, and each family passed down their favorites from generation to generation. Grandmothers knew under which moon you should pick each plant. Herb and flower gardens were for more than just pretty bouquets and cooking. Little bowls of milk and honey were left on doorsteps for the wee folk. Coffee grounds in the bottom of cups were mysteries our grandmothers could solve. Mirrors were covered and the deathbed window was opened if someone passed in the house. Porch and nursery ceilings were haint blue. Dowsers looked for water when a new well needed to be drilled. We never plant cedar trees on our property or rock empty cradles. If I gift a blade of any sort, the recipient has to pay me a penny per blade to ward off bad luck. We didn't wash on New Years, and we always ate our greens, hog jowl, and black-eyed peas. Omens were everywhere.

I didn't realize that wasn't the norm because it was my life. I never thought of the wise women and men as witches or what they did as witchcraft until much later in my life. I doubt any of them thought of it that way. They were all God-fearing people, and they would have been horrified to be viewed that way. I see the connections now. I can see how the Druidic and Celt traditions brought to the Carolina mountains by our Scots ancestors mixed with those of the First People who were already there.

Mountain magic is practical and purposeful and humble. The people were poor people for the most part, and they made the most of everything they had. Practical magic was a resource too for healing the sick, blessing new marriages and homes, birthing babies, nurturing crops and livestock. The superstitions and customs blended so seamlessly that over generations most people became blind to what they really were. It was just the way things were in Appalachian life.

I wish I could go back and ask my great grandmothers and great-great grandmother who all lived to over 100 to share what they knew. It would have been a fascinating conversation.

Maker Monday: Home Cooking - Amana Colonies Sauerkraut Slaw Recipe

 

We first had this side dish when we were visiting The Colony Inn restaurant in the Amana Colonies in Iowa. It looks like sauerkraut with minced carrot in it, but it tastes more like a sweet coleslaw or vegetable relish. It's hard to describe.

Sadly, The Colony Inn has now closed its doors, but the Smokehouse and Meat store there in The Amana Colonies is still sharing print outs of the recipe for the sauerkraut slaw. Below I've included their original recipe as well as one I created using fresh ingredients rather than pre-prepared sauerkraut.

Amana Colonies Sauerkraut Salad from The Colony Inn (Original Recipe)

1 quart Amana Sauerkraut

1 cup Celery (diced)

1/2 cup Green Bell Pepper (diced)

1/2 cup Red Bell Pepper (diced)

1/2 cup Onion (diced)

1 cup Sugar

1/2 cup Salad Oil

Combine all ingredients. Chill several hours before serving.

If you prefer all fresh ingredients here is my take on the above recipe. I made a big batch of it a couple of summers ago, and I pressure canned the extra. It makes a fantastic pickled relish to go on hot dogs, tacos, or to accompany Indian dishes. It makes a refreshing Summer side all on its own anytime. You could switch out one of the pepper types for a jalapeno if you prefer a spicier mix. If you decide to pressure can your leftovers, I would suggest adding a bit of pickle crisp to the the mix to keep the vegetables slightly crunchy after canning.

Improvised Fresh Sauerkraut Slaw

3 cups water

1 tablespoon salt

1 cup granulated sugar

1 cup vinegar

1 bag of fresh cabbage slaw mix (shredded cabbage and carrot) or 1 small head of cabbage and 2 carrots (shredded)

1/2 cup diced celery

1⁄2onion, chopped (medium)

1⁄2 cup green bell pepper (diced)

1/2 cup red and orange sweet peppers (diced)

1⁄2 cup vegetable or olive oil

Mix slaw, celery, onion, and peppers together in a large bowl and set aside. 

Note: If you start with a whole cabbage and carrots, you may want to increase your amounts of liquids and seasonings to match depending on how much shredded vegetable they yield. You want enough mixture to evenly coat and pickle the vegetables. Keep in mind that it may look like a lot of vegetable at first, but the size will reduce as it sits overnight and the cabbage gives up some of its moisture.

Combine water, vinegar, salt, and sugar in a sauce pan and bring to a boil.

Pour contents of sauce pan over vegetables and stir. Let set overnight in the refrigerator before serving. Stir a few times as it chills to ensure proper coverage and pickling.

Life Lessons and Retrospection

Seeing the life issues some of my friends and family are having to go through right now has made me rather introspective about my own past, good and bad. I've made big mistakes. I've been hurt horribly, and I know at times I've hurt others just as horribly both intentionally and on accident. I've taken some big risks, some of which paid off big for me and some not. I've made some great friends who have stuck around through thick and thin, and I've watched as people I thought were friends drifted out of my life without a backward glance.

Looking back on all those moments, I realize so much could have been avoided or at least the pain could have been lessened if I’d just learned to love and trust myself much earlier than I did. I was always looking for something that would make me better, make me into someone who people liked/loved, make me prettier, make me more successful, make me smarter. I was always looking for that something or someone on the outside, when I should have been looking within.

I had everything in me that I needed, but I’d been told so many times to the contrary that I never saw it. You’re ugly … you’re fat … you’re stupid … you’re never going to make anything of yourself. I let those voices become so loud and so insidious that I had no doubt they were telling the truth. They weren't even close to the truth. The people who said those things, they didn't even know me. Most of the people I didn't even like or want to know myself. On good days, I could tell myself that if they really knew me, they wouldn't say such hurtful words. The people who said those things to me who were close to me in my mind validated all the others though.

I’ve learned to be who makes me happy and not worry about anyone else. I don’t want to be a person anyone/everyone will love. I want to be who I’m meant to be. There are people in this world who I have been lucky enough to meet (and some I haven’t met yet I’m sure) who do or will love me just the way I am, because of who I am. If I had just learned that sooner, what unhappiness I could have spared myself and others. But then some of those hard times and trials have helped make me who I am, and right now I wouldn't want to be anyone else for all the world.

If I could share one thing with the people I love, it’s to love yourself, blemishes and flaws included, to learn from your mistakes and strive always to be someone you would be proud to know. Laugh, love, close your eyes and take that leap of faith from time to time. Maybe that’s all any of us can ask for in life … to be comfortable enough in our own skin to love ourselves and strong enough to trust we won’t be hurt when letting others in.