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The Great Native American Cook-Off!
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EVERY ALUMNI IS WELCOME TO POST! Native American Recipes We will accept non-Native recipes as well! Share/Taste/Vote for your favorite ** Image ID #1654131 Unavailable ** How To Season Your Recipe When Hannah asked me to help with this, I admit to being delighted. Cooking relaxes me,and helps me de-stress. I am not boasting here my Grandma, who taught me all I know. Most of us were taught at the hands of the older woman folk in our families. We're looking for memories happy, sad or frustrating—a little story to go along with your recipe. What comes to my mind is— The M.I.L. Did you ever master one of her recipes for your significant other to say those magic words. That was better than mom's or just like mom's. I doubt the first has ever been uttered. Both men and woman love to cook, okay I will say it most of the best cooks in the world are men. lets hear from you, The Alumni.. it's a fun challenge and we all cook! Here's one of my memories... it seems to have matured with age—or I have! Learning from my Grandma . Now, I did get bored very easily as I just wanted to make the pie crust and run but... No... it was art form... a coming of age, a passing down the generations. Firstly, we made the butter, with heavy cream, salt, in a mason jar with two marbles. Basic, when you just need to run tothe store where its already prepared. I had to scrub my hands in cold water, your thinking I was a tortured child..I know I thought that too.. keep them cold, and use my fingertips only, lift the flour and fat high in the air to add the lightness. I did get very adept at using a broom, as my idea of lightness was to make it fly.... Can you picture it, trying to scratch the itch with my shoulder, hoping to distract my Grandma, so that I could just give my nose a good old rub with my fingers. When she would tell me to go wash my hands again, I would protest...but I washed them already ... I finally cottoned on that my floury face was the evidence.. how I look back on those days with fondness.. She was a patient woman. The one saying that really sticks in my memory is. A good cook always cleans up after herself. they did not own a dishwasher back then... deep sigh ... I hated the cleaning up! Then come supper time, my pie would be served and I, ofcourse awaited praise. My Grandpa would savor it, then always said I had a whole lot of learning to do before I could out do my Grandma. A wise man, indeed I always felt a thrill when he would give me a wink Whoever coined that phrase 'as easy as pie', didn't learn from my Grandma. I will include my recipe once my Grandma gives permission, if I ask her for a recipe nowadays ..She tells me to *google it* I will try out the winning recipe..as long as it does not include ingredients like eye of newt ... or chicken feet.. or how to dress a turtle (shivers) Lets get cooking. Let's get all you Alumni and Newbies involved this fall—Why not share your halloween recipes. Bonnie :)
. If less than six entries only 1st will be awarded.
This recipe came from my Cherokee Grandmother. I don’t remember eating her’s because she died when I was young. However, my mother learned to make the dish and her's was delicious.
Ah Gang, fellow Tribe members, it is officially summer time, WHAT in the world are we missing here? Well hang ten, its the potato!! Sink your teeth into one of these babies and you will know the secret to the Spud Universe. Follow directions exactly!! :0)
This recipe is a take on my grandmother's chicken stew recipe and my own dabbling in the kitchen with her hand-written cook book. This a favorite during winter and autumn when the weather turns chilly.
My 'Gramma' Leona Rezzelle was a Polish immigrant that fell in love with a dashing Italian man. She learned to cook old Sicilian recipes from her new husband's mother. All old Italian dishes took all day to prepare. This gave the women time to talk and bond. Their kitchens were very important to them, the epicenter of their home. Lots of love went into their dishes and recipes were golden and only share between a select few. This is one recipe I have permission to share, so I share it with you my friends. Enjoy!
Finally, after years of my husband telling me about his mother's Beef Stroganof, she prepared it for us for Christmas, one year. Mmm ... Mmm ... it is so good! I asked her for the recipe, and she gave it to me! It's funny how some people refuse to share theirs, and practically keep them under lock & Key, only giving them out to a trusted family member. My husband's family are all full-blooded Germans, so I assume this one is from Germany.
This recipe is a real Italian recipe that I learned from the older generation...a recipe that was in their family for generations, and it was given to me. I have revised it to make it fast and easy to cook.... most Italian meals takes hours to cook... so over the years, I have invented a quicker way of getting the same taste and results... I hope you enjoy!
Recently, I made dinner for a friend of mine who was "under the weather". She enjoyed the food immensely, and asked if she could get the recipes for some of the dishes. Two of them are listed below. These are very quick and easy recipes, and are variations on "boxed" mixes. Hope that you enjoy them as much as I have.
This recipe that I'm sharing is one that I have created myself from taking a play off my mother's recipe then venturing off into something of my very own. After my mom tasted this I became the official Spaghetti chef of the family. Items Not in the Contest, but for your reading enjoyment Dad’s Favorite Recipe I’m tired – it’s been a long day working eight to five. An hour’s drive will get me home assuming I survive. At last, my castle looms ahead as I drive down the street. My daughter greets me at the door: “There’s nothing here to eat!” “Of course there is,” I sagely say. “I know just what to make.” I have Domino’s on speed dial. No need to fry or bake. No complicated recipes, no need for deep reflections, all you need is just a phone and follow my directions. Grasp it firmly in you hand so that it doesn’t fall, now gently fold in numbers. (That’s how you make a call). You’ll find my simple methods can be done with ease. Ring. Click. And there’s your answer: “Can you hold on please?” It’s time to add some special spice, sarcasm fills my voice. “I didn’t call to be ignored!” Click! I have no choice. Now my anger is stirred up until it is full blown when suddenly the line goes dead - I’m listening to a tone. My wide-eyed daughter peers at me. My speech goes in the gutter. I growl at her - “No pizza! You’re getting peanut butter!” ~Huntersmoon~
Bread is a important food in Europe. It has been on the tables since Medieval times. Breads and cakes are a favorite the world over at Christmas time. People in Ireland prepare for Christmas by baking cakes and lighting candles. Women bake the Christmas cakes as early as October and November. It is a rich caramel cake with dried fruits and nuts and fortified with Brandy, mellows and improves as it ages.
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