Southern Legitimacy Statement:
Here are 4 pieces from Shub’s Cooking. (One of my nicknames is Shub.)
These (poems) are “real” recipes, or based in things I grew up eating, mostly cooked by my mother. And I learned something, after I got toward the end of running out of food to write about: my mother did not use a recipe for anything other than something she did not grow up cooking.
In other words: if we did not kill it, the food, we did not eat. Or: if the chickens didn’t lay we didn’t eat eggs. Pigs, small game and so on–same.
The recipes I found in her box with the tin eagle tacked on the front–that little box is filled with recipes for desserts.