Posted in Delicious Joy

Buttermilk Pie from Yesteryear

So recently, Robert concocted some fancy-smancy recipe that required buttermilk. He only used a little of the quart container, so frugal that I am, I had to come up with some way to use the rest. “We CANNOT waste $2.19!!!”

And then it hit me… Buttermilk pie! Like my mama and grandma used to make.

According to mycountrytable.com, “Buttermilk Pie is believed to have originated during the depression. This was during a time when some ingredients were either scarce or too expensive, leaving home cooks to make do with whatever they had in their pantry. Home cooks found a way to make a pie with few ingredients out of desperation, hence the name, desperation pies.”

“Several pies originated during the depression out of pure necessity. These pies were all classified as desperation, depression, or make-do pies. Some of them include Buttermilk, Vinegar, Shoofly, Chess, Sugar Cream, Oatmeal, Mock Apple, Mock Mincemeat, Green Tomato, and even Water Pie.”

So, what is buttermilk?

“Traditional buttermilk is a thin, cloudy, slightly tart but buttery-tasting liquid that’s left after cream is churned to make butter. These days, however, it is more commonly sold as a thick liquid produced commercially by adding an acidifying bacteria – and sometimes flavouring and thickening agents – to milk.” bbcgoodfood.com

I went to work.

Not having the patience or the intelligence to actually make a homemade crust, I ran to the grocery store and bought a deep dish frozen piecrust.

Put all the ingredients together (in five minutes!) and voilà!

It was a nostalgically delicious taste of past family culinary lore.

And Robert had never had buttermilk pie before. So it was extra special.

Posted in Family

Today Was/Is

So today was/is HR’s (Husband Robert’s) dad’s birthday. He would have been 77 today. Here we all are down at Fernandina Beach, FL a few years ago.

And here’s Robert and his dad … more than a few years ago.

Incredible smiles

Rest in Peace, Robert John Smith, Sr.

Posted in Holiday Joy

The Only Time

Grandsons Gabriel (13) and Daniel (16) — far too old to Easter egg hunt!

Ex-wife Donna and the grandchildren

Robert pretty unsuccessfully trying to get everyone ready for the photo above

“Okay, for this pic, surprise us with silly!”

Younger daughter Emily jumping in front of the cam and stealing the show …

And I hope you are having a Joyful Jumping Easter.

Posted in Life Experiences, Travel

2023 Escape from St. Patrick’s Day #2

My daily snapshot of Robert’s and my 2023 trip to get away from Savannah’s St. Patrick’s Day parade and celebrations.

We started off the day in the cabin with beyond-delicious molten center brownies we had gotten in Savannah at our new favorite bakery, Sweet Patricias.

Bloated, we headed about an hour away to my small hometown of Ball Ground and the town cemetery where my parents are buried.

For as long as I can remember, having been taught by my folks, I have enjoyed “decorating the graves” of family members. Each changing season and holiday would find us heading to the various cemeteries and graveyards, spending time reminiscing and laughing at wonderful memories.

Busy this morning.

My older brother Lamar met HR and me to help. Here we are in front of our parents’ monument.

After a great lunch at a local meat and three, Robert and I spent a little while at Ball Ground’s small but beautiful botanical garden.

Here’s a bench in honor of my dad.

My dad’s lifelong nickname was Tub because he was a fat baby.

On the way back to our state park cabin, we stopped by the Georgia National Cemetery. I guess today we were thinking about those who have gone before us.

We left in great admiration and respect for our military service men and women.

Back at Red Top Mountain, HR grilled hotdogs, then we rested by the fire.

May you have a restful evening ahead.