Thursday, March 04, 2010

Yummy Kentucky March Recipes

In Texas, March has come in like a lamb, with mild temperatures and sunny days - so far. I'm looking forward to springtime when there are no more freezing nights, snow or ice storms. Of course, the winter storms here in the Dallas area aren't nearly as bad as the ones I grew up with in Louisville, Kentucky. The wind whipping down from the upper midwest, through the Ohio River Valley, could freeze your mittens in no time flat!

I'd like to share two wonderful Kentucky recipes with you, both made with buttermilk. The first is from a cookbook my sister sent me in 1974 when I lived in Denver. My husband had mentioned his grandmother making buttermilk pies when he was a boy, and I found this recipe in my Out of Kentucky Kitchens cookbook by Marion Flexner, Bramhall House. Here's a photo from last Thanksgiving, along with my daughter's pecan pie.

Buttermilk Pie

Make (or buy) a pie crust and place in a 9 inch pie pan. Prick the surface to keep from blistering and bake for 10 minutes at 450 degrees. It should be done but not brown.

3 eggs 3/4 t. vanilla
3/4 C. sugar 3 T. lemon juice
3 T. flour Grated rind of 1 lemon
3 T. melted butter (or substitute 1/2 t. dried lemon peel)
(no substitutes) Cinnamon to dust top
1 1/2 C. buttermilk
Beat the eggs with the sugar. When light and lemon-colored, add the flour. Beat again, then pour this mixture into the buttermilk. Add vanilla, lemon juice, grated rind and butter. Pour the filling into the baked pie crust and dust the surface with cinnamon. Return to the oven at 375 degrees and bake until filling just sets. (Usually this is about 20 -25 minutes, but check by inserting a toothpick in the center; it should come out clean if the filling is set.) Do not cook too long because this is a custard and can get too tough. Remove from the oven and allow to cool slightly before serving.

This pie is also excellent cold the next morning for breakfast with a hot cup of coffee or tea!

The second recipe is one I made for my daughter's birthday a few weeks ago. This is from I baked this cake in a bundt cake pan and it turned out great.

Kentucky Butter Cake
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Grease and flour (or spray) a 10 inch bundt cake pan.
3 C. unbleached all purpose flour 2 t. vanilla extract
2 C. sugar 4 eggs
1 t. salt 1 t. baking powder
1/2 t. baking soda 1 C. buttermilk
1 C. (2 sticks) butter

In a large bowl, mix the flour, sugar, salt, baking powder and baking soda. Mix in buttermilk, butter, vanilla and eggs. Beat 3 minutes at medium speed. Pour the batter into the prepared pan.

Bake 60 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Prick holes in the still warm cake. Pour the sauce (recipe follows) over the cake and let it cool before removing it from the pan.

Butter Sauce
3/4 C. sugar 1/3 C. butter
2 t. vanilla 3 T. water

Combine all ingredients in a saucepan. Cook over medium heat until fully melted and combined, but DO NOT BOIL.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Getting Ready

Just yesterday I made plane reservations for our son Arthur to come home in May. It’s hard to believe, but he’s just about made it through his freshman year in college.
Hmm…let’s be honest here. I’ve just about made it through his freshman year! It’s been a strange adjustment for my husband Tom and me.

Tom has had a tough time adjusting to a ‘girl’ house. He’s now outnumbered, and Lesley and I have used that to our advantage. We’re uninterested in both Sunday football and the History channel. We don’t want big breakfasts every day of the week. And we can have whole conversations about the new cute clothes we saw at the mall.
Tom’s anxiously awaiting Arthur’s return to dinner conversation. Very much so.

My daughter has gotten used to things, too. She’s taken over the basement-my son’s former lair. Now instead of the sounds of boys playing video games, I hear the unmistakable high-pitched laughter only five sixteen year-old girls can make. I predict a territorial war will break out within days of his arrival.

I would have never have guessed it, but I, too, have gotten used to him being gone. No longer am I buying frozen pizzas, canned chili, Cheese-its and real ‘Coke’. Lean Cuisines and Diet Cokes have taken their place. I like that everyone is usually asleep by eleven o’clock at night-and awake by eleven in the morning. I’ve even gotten used to doing less laundry-which, by the way, I cried about last August.
Now I’m wondering how our life is going to change when our extremely sociable, restless, late night-boy returns.

All I’m sure about is that things will change. As they’ve changed already.

•I now care less about his grades and more about his health. Every time he calls, I say silly mom things like, “How are you feeling? Are you eating?”

•I prefer hearing about his fraternity antics after the fact. Way after the fact.

•Things just aren’t the same…even when he is home. He’s more grown up. More patient with me. Now, when I tell him stories about the dog or my writing, he actually pretends to listen. On Valentine’s Day, he called me twice…just because he knew I was home alone. These things are new. Really.

So, during these last two months before we’re a family of four once again, I guess I’ll treasure the changes that have been made and will look forward to things getting shaken up again.

Anyone have words of wisdom or a story to share…either about when your child left and came back…or you did? I’d love to know that I’m in good company.

~ Shelley Galloway

Tuesday, March 02, 2010


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Monday, March 01, 2010

Mr. Tough Guy

Sometimes, as parents, we wonder if we’ve done our job well enough – or too well.

As an empty nester, I suppose I should stop thinking about parenthood. However, I write a lot about parents: would-be parents, adoptive parents, unexpectedly pregnant parents, surrogate parents (as in my upcoming August release, His Hired Baby), and so on. So the topic feels very immediate.

Right now, I’m working on the fourth book in my Safe Harbor Medical miniseries from Harlequin American, tentatively titled Officer Daddy. This one incorporates a surprise pregnancy, so the whole parenting issue remains in the future, but it’s definitely on my heroine’s mind. Plus, she and the hero – who’s still in the dark about his impending fatherhood – volunteer to counsel teen parents.

Also, being an empty nester may mean the kids are out of my sight, but they’re hardly out of my mind, especially when the one in college. There are, for instance, those urgent NM phone calls and emails. NM, as you probably figured out, stands for Need Money.

Lately, we’ve received numerous nerve-wracking NM calls for $100 hospital emergency room copays. It seems our younger son’s shoulder, dislocated in too many tumbles off the skateboard, developed a will of its own. It’s been popping out even when the guy’s only lying in bed, perhaps dreaming about skateboarding.

Next week, my 20-year-old baby of the family is scheduled for outpatient shoulder surgery. And – here’s the did-we-do-something-wrong-or-right part – he doesn’t want his parents to come. Neither of us.

This tough guy is certain his friends and roommate can help him get home and that he can handle everything else by himself. That includes, two days later, getting on a plane and flying here for spring break.

I’m glad he’s independent. I respect his self-sufficiency and the fact that he’s charting a responsible course toward the future, doing well in his classes and planning to become a high school science teacher. I remind myself that not wanting us there doesn’t mean we’re lousy parents, only that we can be annoyingly fussy sometimes.

In fact, if he hadn’t received the love and emotional support he needed as a child, he’d probably be clinging to us a lot harder. Hmm. Makes me wonder if I should have hugged him less.

But that wasn’t really a choice, now, was it?

Sunday, February 28, 2010


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