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This book is dedicated to everyone who came before me. Thank you for loving as hard as you worked, for passing down your wisdom in hopes of future generations benefiting from it (we have), for doing the right thing even though half the time no one noticed, and for knowing that the meals most worth eating arent those garnished with sprigs of parsley or served on fine china, but those made by someone who loves you and eaten around a table filled with family and friends.
Ill be the first one to tell you that Im no one special, but I come from some awfully good people. In my opinion, some of the best people who ever walked this earth, and yet they were never known outside of their little boroughs until now.
No one would have known how my great-grandmother stayed up all night long on Christmas Eve, using ingredients shed bartered for and squirreled away all year long so that she could make cakes for her children as their only gift on Christmas morning. No one would have known how a man who married my grandmother when my mother was thirteen years old would come to be known as the most cherished and loving grandfather I could have ever known, taking me under his wing when he was afraid Id get lost in the birth order shuffle and openly declaring that I was to be his favorite.
No one would have known how my parents used to pretend to be busy in the kitchen while my brother and sister and I ate, waiting until we were done to eat what was left so that they could make sure our bellies were full.
Outside of our family, no one would have ever known these people were herethey didnt make much of an imprint on the world, I suppose, but they made every difference in the world to me and to all of my children and grandchildren to come.
No one would have ever known this were it not for the good folks who read SouthernPlate.com, who have truly become my extended family.
A new member comes along and everyone scoots down and makes another seat at the table. Im just the one lucky enough to get to fill the tea glasses and hug your necks as you walk out the door and go back to your lives.
My stories and recipes are a gift from my ancestors, but the ability to have them heard is a gift from you. Thank you for letting me bring them back again.
Gratefully,
nothing is more worthy of celebrating in the South than all of the family coming together as we do in the summer months. When I was a girl, we gathered at my Papa Reeds farm each summer for the Reed Family Reunion. Ladies would arrive in their Sunday best, toting casserole dishes, cakes, and plate after plate of deviled eggs. Papa Reed would hitch his big red tractor to a huge flatbed trailer and pull it up alongside the house. Ladies would then cover that trailer in tablecloths and bed sheets before setting out the spread.
The entire trailer would be filled to the brim, oftentimes having to rearrange plates just to make room for our bounty. Jugs of sweet tea and lemonade would sit near the end, along with a huge stack of sturdy paper plates. I tried not to be too obvious, but as everyones head was bowed for grace, Id look to see where Mama had set her mandarin orange cake and how close it was to the deviled eggs with red stuff sprinkled on top so that I could make my beeline to the two things I wanted most that day.
Afterward, folks would go back for seconds and thirds, many even fixing plates to take back home with them. Then wed all sit in the front yard while the more talented among us brought out banjos and fiddles to entertain. Kids took turns swinging in Papas rope swing that hung from the old oak tree out front of his workshop and the border collies made their way around, taking turns getting loved on by all the visitors on this special day.
No fancy restaurant could have possibly offered up food as delicious as what we had.
summer recipes
Ive always loved homemade banana pudding above just about all other desserts, but it took on a new meaning for me when I started Southern Plate. Mama used to make this and serve it up in her big avocado green mixing bowl. Shed let my sister and me layer the bananas and vanilla wafers when we were younger, giving us a butter knife to cut them with so we couldnt hurt ourselves, then shed pour the thick pudding all over the top and let it sit a bit before supper so it had time to soak into all of the wafers. If we let her get it away from us long enough, shed top it with a perfectly browned meringue. Oh my, it was heavenly.
Banana pudding was the first recipe I posted on my blog. I love to write and I love to cook, so the two came together when I decided to show folks who had never had real banana pudding how to make it. I took photos of every step, sprinkled it with instructions and commentary, posted it, and Southern Plate was born.
The key to the best meringue is to add the sugar while the meringue is still foamy to give it time to dissolve.
pudding
1 box vanilla wafers
5 bananas
cup sugar or Splenda
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1/8 teaspoon salt
3 egg yolks (reserve the whites for the meringue)
2 cups milk
teaspoon vanilla extract
Place a layer of vanilla wafers in the bottom of a medium bowl. Slice a banana over the top. Repeat two more times with another layer of wafers and the remaining bananas.
In a saucepan (or double boiler; see Note), combine the sugar, flour, salt, egg yolks, and milk. Stir well with a wire whisk and place over medium-low heat. Cook, stirring constantly to prevent scorching, until thickened, about 15 minutes. Remove from the heat and stir in the vanilla. Immediately pour over the wafers and bananas. Let sit for 5 minutes or so to give the wafers time to absorb the pudding.
meringue
3 egg whites
cup sugar
Preheat the oven to 325F.
Make the meringue: In a large bowl, beat the egg whites with an electric mixer on high speed until foamy. Add the sugar and continue beating on high speed until soft peaks form. Pour onto the top of the pudding and spread to the edges to seal well. Bake for 15 minutes, or until the top is golden. Allow to cool completely before serving (refrigerate if you wish).
Note: Using a double boiler ensures that your custard wont scorch and is great if you want to be on the safe side. Having said that, I never use a double boiler. I just use a saucepan placed over medium-low heat and keep a close eye on it. I like to walk on the wild side that way.