http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018816289Fri Nov 20, 2015, 09:36 PM
Star Member UTUSN (40,496 posts)
Who remembers "old" things, like, apple butter, buttermilk, grandparents?!1
Am chawing on some apple butter spread on buttered whole grain bread as we speak. First time in multiple decades. Buttermilk, uh, well there's *diet* these days.
I do, and I'm 34.
Grasswipe Judy, being of not sound mind or body, is all over this thread:
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 07:48 PM
grasswire (43,981 posts)
24. I love ham loaf.
Ground ham and lean pork, dry mustard, some bread crumbs, molded into a loaf and basted with cider vinegar-brown sugar glaze while it bakes. Yummmmmmmm. I serve with au gratin potatoes and an apple-cranberry salad.
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 07:45 PM
grasswire (43,981 posts)
23. my Aunt Dorothy's meat grinder is affixed to my desk.
It has been there for two years now. My desk is in the kitchen. I love to look at this grinder; it's a little fancier than the one pictured above. And children who visit LOVE to run stale bread through it.
...Uh, ok.
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 08:14 PM
Star Member elleng (62,360 posts)
25. Thanks for reminding me of my Aunt Dot,
who kept the family recipes, that were from Grandpa (who passed before I was old enough to remember him), and who fed the family, 4 boys including Dad, and Dot, after Grandma passed during the Great Influenza Pandemic of 1918.
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 08:45 PM
grasswire (43,981 posts)
26. hooray for the Dorothys!
This is interesting. My aunt Dorothy was sister to four boys too. During the pandemic of 1918, she was eleven years old and the family was homesteading on the Saskatchewan prairie. My grandmother cared for many sick neighbors during the illness, so I suppose that the cooking for them all fell to Dorothy.
She was an excellent cook, and an influence on me in that regard, despite the fact that my own mother was a professional baker and cook. Dorothy's dumplings were a hit of my childhood, as well as her dill pickles (which I still make) and her Christmas cookies (which I still make).
Kudos to all those who came through significant hardship and nourished families.
Judy Grasswipe of the gerbil clan always has someone who shares the same name as every relative you have in existence.
Fri Nov 20, 2015, 11:04 PM
Star Member Major Nikon (19,812 posts)
8. I make my own buttermilk
You can make it by churning milk in a food processor to separate the butter from the buttermilk, or you can make cultured buttermilk by pitching milk with a culture and allowing it to ferment overnight which is my preferred method.
My preferred method is to go down to the store, and buy it off of the shelf.
Fri Nov 20, 2015, 11:54 PM
Star Member dixiegrrrrl (43,400 posts)
10. I can still make butter, make bread and use a meat grinder like my grandmother did.
And learned to make my own tofu.
We still use the real old kerosene lamps when the power goes out, some of them from her house and some from Mr. Dixie's grandmother's.
I have made apple butter in the past few years, but prefer to use apples for pies.
I can make my own tofu! I'll bet that brings all the boys in the yard to your milkshake, huh? Top tip for those old kerosone lamps: try using gasoline as the fuel- you will get a larger amount of light that way.
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 10:44 AM
Star Member trof (46,828 posts)
18. Oleo with the dye packet
During and after WWII oleomargarine was as white as Crisco and came with a bright orange dye packet. Mom creamed them together to make the 'butter' look kinda yellow.
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 10:33 PM
Star Member The Velveteen Ocelot (41,779 posts)
30. I remember those. They were around into the early '50s.
The whole thing came in a plastic envelope and the little round dye packet was attached on the inside.You'd squeeze the dye packet until it popped, then you'd smush the oleo around until the orange dye was all mixed in. Then it would go back into the fridge to chill. I remember my mom and dad tossing that envelope back and forth, and although I didn't see it happen I also remember them talking about tossing the package and somebody dropped it. Oops.
Sun Nov 22, 2015, 01:12 PM
Paper Roses (5,914 posts)
44. I remember being in the grocery store w/ mom, my job was to queeze the bag.
It was a good way to keep me busy and from loading stuff in the cart that she would have to put back. I believe this was i the late 1940's.
One wonders what "queezing" a bag is. Oh well, probably another ancient primitive who typoed due to the eyes not being what they were 70 years ago.
Sat Nov 21, 2015, 11:27 PM
tavernier (2,451 posts)
35. HOT DAY... Nothing cooled you off
like COLD buttermilk. Went down a little sour, but when it hit your innards, you might as well be standing in the freezer.
Grannie would serve it with, of all things, beans and bacon gravy. Now that would guarantee, what in these days the expensive spas call, an "internal cleansing."
Sun Nov 22, 2015, 01:40 AM
grasswire (43,981 posts)
40. was Grannie southern?
Never heard of beans and bacon gravy. I love this kind of info.
Grasswipe must be plugged up. She's just curious, though. For a friend.
