Surprise! Today, we're looking at a cookbook I don't really want to make fun of because it seems like such an earnest effort, with recipes that don't call for a lot of industrial ingredients combined in unlikely ways.
Mountain Makin's in the Smokies: A Cookbook was published by The Great Smoky Mountains Natural History Association in 1957, and the recipes have the make-do, regional flavor you might expect. So here's a brief menu to give you a taste.
Protein is often the most expensive ingredient, so it's better if you can get it for free (or at least, for the cost of a fishing license). "First, catch the fish!"
This picture accompanies the recipe and illustrates the first line-- the one I just quoted! Then clean the fish and cook with a relatively inexpensive cut of meat.
This recipe is meant to make it easier to cook fish that are pretty small-- layering them over strips of bacon both to make the fish easier to turn and to baste them in hot, salty, smoky fat.
You'll need an accompaniment. The book has sooooo many recipes for bready, cornmeal-based sides, but we'll go for the traditional accompaniment for fish: hush puppies.
The page actually has three different hush puppy recipes, but I chose this one because it has the most explicit instructions on how to make them.
And then to round out our meal, we'll need something sweet. (And full of cornmeal. Just about everything in this book is full of cornmeal because that's what people had on hand.)
The cornmeal custard pie is exactly what it sounds like: a custard pie thickened with cornmeal. It should be cooled on a windowsill, according to the accompanying illustration.
I'd be reluctant to do that, though, as my knowledge of cartoons suggests that someone nearby will follow the aroma lines (probably floating through the air without even needing to put their feet on the ground!) right to the pie and steal it before anyone can stop them.
This is full of recipes claiming to be much older than 1950s-old, and we'll look at some of them later. I just wanted a teaser for today, like a pie on a windowsill.




























