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    Wednesday, October 21, 2009

    Sometimes it's the little things...

    In September, I did something I'd never done before: I took myself on a two-week writing, research and personal retreat. To Ireland. I stayed in the pretty village of Kenmare on the southwest coast, and I walked 8 to 10 miles almost every day, I wrote, I did spa visits and I saw rainbows. I also had Irish brown bread every day, either for breakfast or for lunch. Sometimes for both. In THE ANGEL, Keira Sullivan, an artist and folklorist, first hears an old story that's at the heart of the suspense (and the romance!) over tea and brown bread.

    I've discovered that there is no one recipe for brown bread. It's like so many other well-loved dishes. Think of how many versions there are of apple pie! Many of my Irish and Irish American friends have fond memories of brown bread their mothers or grandmothers made. I've been collecting different recipes.

    When I was in Cleveland to promote THE ANGEL, I met a son of Irish immigrants who gave me a copy of his mother's handwritten recipe for Irish soda bread. He's in his seventies, and she's been gone for a while now. It's a simple recipe:

    Irish Soda Bread

    4 cups flour

    4 tsp baking powder

    1 " baking soda

    1 Tbsp sugar

    2 " butter

    1 egg

    Caraway seed

    About 2 cups buttermilk.

    Knead for a few minutes. Bake at 375 for 1 hr.

    Thank you, Denis, and Denis's mom. I suspect that seeing this recipe and making this bread bring him back to his childhood and close to his mother.

    It's funny how something as passing in a novel as brown bread can resonate with me as a writer. My mother-in-law loves to cook, and I have a number of traditional Southern recipes she jotted down for me. Some of them include my favorite instruction: "Cook in a hot oven until done." I need temperatures! I need times! She's in her nineties now and not in the best of health, and when my daughter came to visit recently with her newborn baby, her grandmother managed to make her fried apricot pies. (I have the recipe!)

    Do you have cherished recipes from your childhood? Are they handwritten, torn from a magazine, in a special cookbook? Is there a special dish that you make that your family loves? It doesn't have to be fancy. In fact, maybe it's better if it isn't. But if there is…maybe write it down for them in your own handwriting. So many of us don't cook as much as we used to (or at all!), but you never know what'll happen. When my son moved into an apartment-like suite at college, he called me from the grocery store and asked, "What's your apple crisp recipe?" Of course, I had to e-mail it to him. But I'll write it down. Today.

    Have a great day, everyone!

    Carla

    P.S. And if you have a recipe for Irish brown bread, I’d love for you to share it with me.

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    21 Comments:

    Blogger Lori Foster said...

    I want your recipe for apple crisp! That's one my favorite dishes, right up there with bread pudding. Yum!

    My mom was not a recipe person, so nope, nothing passed down through the ages. I learned to make a mean meatloaf from her, but not from written ingredients.
    Folks who say that they don't like meatloaf almost always LOVE this meatloaf.
    Now, my oldest son will make it, and not too long ago, my youngest son made meatloaf and invited hubby and me over. Fun.

    LOVE the rainbows, and envy you the fablous trip!
    Hugs,

    Lori

    4:26 AM  
    Blogger still karibear said...

    Lots of things I remember my gran making, but no recipes. I grew up watching her cook and bake, and it was always a pinch of this, a handful of that. Like cookies - a glob of butter with enough sugar beaten in to make it stiff, then an egg or two, then some kind of flavoring, then enough flour to make a stiff dough. Sometimes she'd stir in nuts or raisins or candied citron, sometimes just roll it up and chill it. Then she'd use a rolling pin to flatten it and use cookie cutters to make Christmas [or other] cookies, with colored sugar sprinkled on top.

    And jams and jellies. I looked at some recipes a few times, and none of them was done the way she did. Just fill a big pot with whatever kind of fruit with just enough water to cover the bottom of the pot, and simmer until it was mush, then start measuring - one cup of sugar for one cup of the fruit mush. Then cook it until the juice dripped in sheets off a wooden spoon, and fill the glass jars. Lots of jams, jellies, preserves. And it smelled like heaven.

    7:52 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I grew up cooking like Karibear did. The biggest key to good food was to start with good ingredients. Living in the country, that meant going out to the chicken coop for the eggs, milking the cow, picking the vegetables and butchering the meat. In an extended family with multiple farms working, we got most everything covered without going to the store more than once a month. I can still successfully make my Grandmother's tea cakes, more of a cookie/scone, even though she's been dead for over 40 years, and there is no recipe. The flavor suffered for a while due to the quality of eggs and butter, but now I use the cage-free eggs and organic cultured butter and the flavor is back. When I bite into one and the mace/butter/sugar hits my tongue, my grandmother is once more alive and walking this plane with me.
    I believe the food we share through generations and through friendship is powerful. It is as much a shared culture as music and textiles are, and it brings people "to table" together where other types of sharing and growth occur. Also, in my case, it bridges the life of a long-dead loved one with my cherished grandgirls' when I tell them who taught me to make a cookie. Food connects us and transcends time.

    Lynne Thomas

    8:17 AM  
    Blogger Carla Neggers said...

    These are fabulous comments. Very inspiring and touching, and now my mouth is watering! I want to make jam, meatloaf, apple crisp, tea cakes. I grew up in the country, and we had a garden, chickens and pigs -- there's really nothing like walking through the morning dew to pick the first vegies of the season.

    My mother isn't a recipe person, but she's a great cook -- and I have wonderful memories of my father's applesauce and butter cookies.

    8:31 AM  
    Blogger Sheila Roberts said...

    Wow, all that walking! Doing that you could eat all the brown bread you want. What a lovely get away. (BTW, your book cover is gorgeous. Going to have to pick up this book.)My mom was a fabulous baker, and I have tons of recipes that both she and my grandma wrote out by hand... in the vintage recipe boxes even! Thanks to her I am the world's best pie baker (Mom knew the secret to a great pie crust - don't handle it too much). I had to chuckle about your mention of vague instructions. I have my share of those on recipe cards (which hasn't always made it easy to translate for inclusion in a book). Soups that call for "a squirt of ketchup" Or cookies or cakes where I'm to "Bake in a moderate oven" For how long? No one bothered to write it down. You just knew. Oral tradition. I'm trying to make better notes on my own recipes though because sometimes things get lost in translation.

    11:11 AM  
    Blogger elizabeth said...

    I'm with the experience/no recipes style of cooking. Of course, if you don't grow up with a mother or father who likes to cook, it takes a LOT longer gain experience.

    The idea of all that walking overland, then coming back to great smells from the kitchen...mmmmmm. What a wonderful thing to do.

    11:20 AM  
    Blogger PJ said...

    Your retreat sounds magical!

    I grew up learning to bake at my grandmother's side. Unfortunately, I don't have any of her recipes but I have lots of wonderful memories.

    Several years ago, I bought some "do it yourself" cookbooks and have been adding my favorite recipes (in my handwriting). I've given some away as wedding gifts and the others will eventually be passed to the younger generation of my family with one of them going to my niece (who has grown up learning to bake/cook at my side).

    My mom made heavenly Lemon Meringue Pie but she didn't use a recipe. I make a decent version but have never been able to produce the same quality she did. A few family and friend favorites that come out of my kitchen are Apple Crisp, Apple Pie Squares, Boursin, Potato Salad, Peach Trifle, Swiss Steak and Fried Chicken.

    I'm going to try your brown bread recipe. I haven't had really good brown bread since my college days..many, many moons ago!

    11:30 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    My mom was a recipe person, as was her mother, and her mother before. For Christmas a few years ago, my mom took all of the family recipes, typed them (converting lard and bacon fat to more modern ingredients) and put them in a binder. Now, I not only have the family recipes, but I shove in those of friends.

    I'm not one for coming up with my own dish, but I can recreate with the best of them.

    Sorry I missed you on your tour to Cleveland!

    Joan

    12:16 PM  
    Blogger Brandy said...

    My Mother passed away almost 7 years ago and when she did I inherited not only her favorite cook books, but a recipe box filled with her handwritten recipes. I treasure it.

    2:25 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    My Mom was a pinch etc. kind of cooker. The results were always good eating. As a kid I remember a steamy kitchen as she canned all kinds of tomatoes and fruit.

    Louis

    2:25 PM  
    Anonymous Roberta Trahan said...

    I smiled when I read your post, Carla. You're so right about those old family recipes.

    My mother passed away a little over a year ago. She was a farmer's daughter, like her mother and grandmother before her. She cooked from memory, not from recipes. I thought it was magic.

    I have a memory of a summer in my pre-teen years, when Mom decided to put down all those family recipes she had in her head so that they would survive her. She talked, and I wrote down exactly what she said. Recently, I sat down with her recipe box, looking for her banana bread recipe. I found the card, recognized my adolescent scrawl and began to review it, already imagining how good that bananana bread was going to taste.

    To my surprise I found only a list of measured ingredients, followed by a single directive sentence:
    "mix it all together, and you know the rest!".

    I tore through the rest of that box, and card after card, the same thing...when it came to the preparation, all there was were the words 'and you know the rest.'

    Well, of course she did indeed know the rest, but I sure as heck didn't :). Laughed myself silly. My daughter and I have begun creating our own versions of those famous family recipes, but I keep my mother's old card box on the counter to keep me company while I cook.

    I'm going to try Denis' brown bread recipe this weekend.

    3:21 PM  
    Blogger Kate Douglas said...

    Your retreat sounds like a slice of heaven. What a wonderful way to clear the cobwebs out of your mind!

    I love to cook and both my parents were fabulous cooks. When our son got married, his new bride asked me to write down his favorite recipes. Of course, I had no idea what the measurements were of the ingredients that went into the soups and stews and desserts he loved, so I started making measurements and jotting down cooking times and temperatures, and finally sent Mel a whole stack of recipes. The next Christmas I received a wonderful bound book filled with all my old family favorites and illustrated with family photos going back over a hundred years. It's an amazing treasure--she put together copies for our daughter as well as herself and for Doug and me. The company that printed it for her is called blurb.com, and they did a wonderful job. I love it, and since my handwriting is illegible, the fact they're all typed out is a GOOD thing!

    5:22 PM  
    Blogger susan andersen said...

    I don't remember any specific recipes because my folks were heavy into venison in my youth, which I do not care for to this day. But I do remember my mother's recipe book, with hand written notations and little sketches of Betty Boop in the margins. It was falling apart even then--I think I'll look through some of her cupboards and see if it still exists.

    Great blog, Carla! And love the rainbow pics of Ireland.

    ~Susan

    5:22 PM  
    Anonymous Lisa Hendrix said...

    On my bookshelf are three copies of the Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook (you know, the one with the red-&-white plaid cover): mine, my mom's, and my grammie's, which is so old they hadn't come up with the plaid cover yet. Stuffed in the older two are clipped and handwritten recipes in Mom and Grammie's familiar penmanship.

    Even though I'm not the cook either of them was, I treasure those books and love it when my daughter (who is a great cook already) digs out the older one to find an recipe she's heard of somewhere. Grammie would love it, too -- especially since my daughter somehow ended up with the red hair my grandmother had as a young woman.

    7:35 PM  
    Blogger Carla Neggers said...

    There are so many stories in these comments. Wow. They're all wonderful to read. I felt guilty yesterday when I bought a little pumpkin pie at the bakery instead of digging out an old recipe!

    Denis's recipe is of soda bread. I have to dig one out of brown bread. It's early here in VT and I'd love a slice...slathered with Irish butter. :-)

    Btw, I loved Cleveland. Warm, welcoming readers and great Irish pubs!

    3:49 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I learned about cooking from my Mom's parents first and then from my aunts and uncles later. They used to cook a lot of traditional Chinese dishes from where they lived before emigrating here and didn't follow recipes. My grandfather used to own and manage restaurants, so he had a few recipes I guess. He used to sit at the table near the front door and make dumplings and pastries while waiting for my brother and I to come home. Now my grandmother teaches me how to cook my and my families' favorite dishes when I visit, and one of my aunts has been collecting recipes by writing down ingredients and instructions as she cooks with my grandma.

    This blog brings back a lot of good memories; thanks Carla.

    Jennifer S.

    6:47 AM  
    Blogger Stella Cameron said...

    Carla:

    The photos are enough to make me want to leave at once--how beautiful.

    No soda bread recipes, I fear but I will take deonations of loaves already made!!

    Cheers, Stella

    12:04 PM  
    Blogger Mary said...

    My mom passed her taco recipe on to me as well as her enchilada casserole recipe on to me. I make it all the time and my family loves both of these dishes. I've written down both of them and even shared the recipe with my friends and had the taco recipe published.

    12:13 PM  
    Blogger still karibear said...

    Speaking of cookbooks as some have, I had my gran's original Hershey's cookbook. I lost it when my house burned, and I've never been able to replace it. All of the anniversary, etc, reprints leave out my favorite part - the beginning where it says a pound of chocolate is equal to a pound of steak, because they have the same amount of calories!

    6:32 PM  
    Blogger Kathleen O said...

    Oh Carla you mentioned Irish brown bread and you made my mouth water.. I have not had that since I was last in Ireland.. which was back in the late 90's when I was there for my aunts funeral.. A neighbour friend of my aunt's would bring a loaf over everyday while we were there.. And Irish Soda bread too... It never tast the same here as it does their I think it has something to do with the flour that is milled there, or maybe it is the fresh buttermilk that's used..

    My mother's family, being scotish, had a great receipe for making shortbread, and somehow the recipe was misplaced byt he person it was given to in the family.. Had it been given to me, it would still be a Christmas traditon.. As this was made only at the holiday season. My grandparents would make cakes and cakes of it and give out as gifts to the milkman, mailman, etc., at Christmas time.. But alas that is a traditon that is gone now.. Sad but wonderful memmories of helping to make it..

    4:57 AM  
    Blogger Jayne Ann Krentz said...

    Carla: You made me get teary-eyed. Some of my favorite memories of my mother involve her teaching me how to cook.

    --Jayne

    7:44 PM  

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