Welcome to the Recipes section of Southern-Style.com. If your family is like mine, food is the focus of all of our social activities and the reason our family gathers three times a day. So we've consumed lots of food. But more than the ingredients those recipes come with memories. I've gathered meaningful recipes from our family and friends to share with you here. In the process, I'll introduce you to some of the most influential of those people.
Because I read the Alliwishus
story to my children and grandchildren every Christmas I also include
that story here in my recipe section. It is a part of our heritage. I
wish our world valued mothers as they should. Truly "the hand that
rocks the cradle rules the world." It is not our contribution to the
GDP that will count in the end. It is the character of the children you
contribute to the world. No one will teach or love them like their own
mother. It is the most important -- and least valued-- job in the world.
My Grandmother Burson (Nanny) was a hardworking woman who had the great
pleasure of owning the home of her dreams, Wakefield. She traveled with my
Grandfather Burson, a doctor in Wilcox county, Alabama, who was also the
doctor for the railroad to collect antiques
to furnish the home in Savannah, Charleston, New Orleans, Montgomery,
Memphis, etc. She particularly was fond of cut glass.
My Grandmother Gillis (Muddin) served foods every bit as delicious, but in a humble home on mismatched dishes. My Grandfather (John Patrick Gillis) was killed in an accident when the chains on a log truck broke and he was instantly killed in the truck following. My mother was 13 with four younger siblings, the youngest being 6 months old. My Grandmother was 30. She took the insurance money and bought a house midway between the Presbyterian Church and the school house. She never remarried and she never forgot him. Seconds before she passed away, she looked past those gathered around her, reached out and whispered, "Pat?" Her recipes are listed under Downhome Recipes.
Mattie Martin (Mammy) came to work for us when I was five years old. She was my best friend and the best cook I ever knew. She cooked for Dr. Moody before coming to work for us and thought it her responsibility to make sure we lived up to their standards. She made sure I knew how to set a proper table..."The fork goes on the left of the plate with the napkin. The knife goes next to the plate on the right with the spoon next to it. Always put the meat on a platter in front of 'the Doctor'." Her apple pie had the most delicious crust with cheese cut into it. Her banana pudding, coconut pie, chocolate pie, egg custard, etc. have never been equaled. Her recipes are listed under Downhome Recipes.
Proper Table Setting At Rest Finished Eating
Hilda Ramsey was one of the best cooks I ever knew. Her recipes, along with her husband's Dowling mother's and relatives recipes are in the Ramseys and Recipes section. When Robert (Attorney in Dothan) owned the Houston Hotel, Hilda ran the restaurant. They were famous for their shrimp salad and lemon icebox pie. They were the best in-laws a girl could ask for.
Bishop, Lonelle Jackson, Hilda Ramsey, Evelyn Davis, Pauline Parkman, Jerri
Chancey, Mavis Gwaltney, Charlie Capps, and Merle Bottoms belonged
to a Lunch group that met each Thursday for 43 years in Dothan, Alabama.
As members passed away others were added, including Elizabeth Allen and Rosa
Thomas. The rules for the group were:
Gether yo pees ‘bout sun-down. The florin day, ‘bout leven o’clock, gowge out yo pees with yo tum nale, like gowgin out a man’s eye-ball at a kote house. Rense yo pees, parbile them, then fry ‘em with som several slices uv streekt middlin’ incouragin uv the gravy to seep out and intermarry with yo pees. When modritly brown, but not scorcht, empty into a dish. Mash’em gently with a spune, mix with raw tomaters sprinkled with a little brown shugar and the immortal dish ar quite ready. Eat a hepe. Eat mo and mo. It is good for yo general helth uv mind and body. It fattens you up, makes you sassy, goes throo and throo yo very soul. But whey don’t you eat" Eat on. By Jings. Eat. Stop? Never, whil thar is a pee in the dish.