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Saturday, July 31, 2021

Eating Pickled and Jellied Foods!

 

I have to thank my Facebook friend Susan Maslowski, for the motivation for this blog post.  Susan insists that she is not a food expert but knows an awful lot about food and food writing. She describes her experience in this way: "I participated in a one-week cooking school at The Greenbrier in the 70s. I no longer write for the Sunday Gazette Mail, but I do a weekly column for their Kanawha and Putnam supplements". The comments on Facebook of one other person, Satine Bonet, who commented on Susan's post about Zeimni Nogi also brought some motivation to the topic.  Zeimni Nogi  is described as "a traditional Polish dish eaten during the cooler months, topped with a squeeze of lemon juice or served with some tasty horseradish". I suspect that in much of Eastern Europe, where rural poverty is widespread, this dish is eaten with far more horseradish than lemon juice since horseradish can be raised at home and lemons would have to imported at a price. I would be willing to try the dish both ways since I love both horserdish and lemons. Here are the succinct directions for making Zeimni Nogi according to Polish Foodies Traditional Recipes: "Polish pigs’ feet jelly is a type of aspic made by cooking root vegetables such as carrots, celery, and parsley with pork legs till it forms a jelly. This jelly is then refrigerated till it sets and is always served cold!"  I have to admit that I have never eaten Zeimni Nogi or even heard of it until today, July 31, 2021.  But I would love to try it.  It looks and sounds fantastic if you like pickled, jellied, or unusual pork based dishes.  Thank God, I grew up in a family where we "ate anything that creeped, crawled, or flew too low over the supper table".  I also grew up in a country store and was literally carried home from the hospital through the door of the country store since we lived in the same building.  I like to say that my parents carried me home from the hospital at three days old, set me on the counter, and told me to greet customers until I was big enough to do something more.  Growing up in the store and, later, being allowed to travel quite a bit, attend Upward Bound, and expose myself to many things, I learned to like a lot of foods and other experiences which many people avoid.  

We sold, frequently ate, and sometimes made a variety of either  pickled or jellied products including souse, pickled pigs feet, pickled bologna, pickled eggs,and pickled wieners. Let me also say here for the record that I know full well that Zeimni Nogi is not pickled.  It is jellied.  But several of the other foods, both pickled and not, which I am about to discuss are jellied. All these foods were brought to mind by my learning about Zeimni Nogi.  I still love all the pickled and jellied foods I was raised on to this day but rarely eat them anymore because of a well managed history of high blood pressure.  I also love to eat organ meats from hogs, especially what we call "lights" better known to the general public as pork lungs.  I used to love souse so much that for a year while I was working for a company called Vision Quest and stationed in Franklin, Pennsylvania, I had a souse sandwich once a week for lunch.  One of my assignments at that time was that one day a week I supervised a crew of juvenile offenders who were doing community service by helping the city maintenance foreman to pick up recyclables all over town.  The offenders' reward for their work was that they got taken, along with me, to the local grocery store deli for lunch.  I ate so many souse sandwiches there that I could walk into the store, head toward the deli, and one of the deli workers would open the door to the cold cut cooler and begin to slice souse.  I remember the best homemade souse I ever had which, sadly, was not made by my mother.  I was working as a salesman in Logan, West Virginia, and worked with a female friend whose best friend and surrogate mother was an 80+ year old African American woman who lived in Main Holden, an old coal camp near 22 Holden which was the scene of  a famous coal mine disaster.  This old woman agreed to make and share the souse if I would buy the hog heads which I did.  This old woman made incredible souse which I still remember nearly 30  years later and I only got to eat her souse once in my life.  I was also raised on pickled eggs which are best pickled in beet juice as are pickled bologna or pickled wieners. You add the boiled eggs, wieners or bologna to the pickled beet juice in a big mouth gallon jar and wait at least a week before you sample them.  They are awesome done that way and the longer you pickle them the better they taste.  But getting back to pork organ meats, they are all great but nothing is better than pork lungs, "lights", boiled with some kidneys, spleens or "melts", hearts, livers, and potatoes in a great big stock pot.   They are incredible. Then you throw in some fresh green onions, sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, and cornbread and you have a feast. 

 In Western North Carolina, they  make an organ meat based food which they love and even have festivals for called Liver Mush which is made with pork livers and other organ meats along with spices and cornmeal.  Here is a simple recipe for Liver Mush:  "pig liver, pig head parts such as snouts and ears, cornmeal and seasonings". It is commonly spiced with pepper and sage. The meat ingredients are all cooked and then ground, after which the cornmeal and seasoning is added.  Then, as I understand it, the Liver Mush is placed in loaf pans to congeal, sliced, and later recooked on a grill.  The truly fascinating aspect to eating Liver Mush is that it is generally eaten in two ways, usually as sandwiches: 1) with mustard; and, 2) with grape jelly.  Now that is an interesting contrast and as, I understand it, just like Alabama and Auburn football there are devoted fans on both sides. It is also my understanding that North Carolina state law actually regulates the minimum percentage of pork liver which must be in Liver Mush in order for it to be legal to sell. By law in North Carolina, the product must consist of at least 30% pig liver. I can't wait to eat some good homemade Liver Mush and Zeimni Nogi. 

Friday, July 30, 2021

Hiking In Greenbo Lake State Park

 A few days ago on my birthday, one of the big ones, my wife, Candice, wanted to take me somewhere so I could hike in the woods and we could eat out which we haven't done much of in the last fifteen or eighteen months due to the Covid 19 pandemic.  The numbers in Kentucky hadn't quite fully turned the corner as they have now and we decided to take a chance since we are both fully vaccinated.  We had been to Greenbo Lake State Park once before and enjoyed that trip a great deal.  Greenbo Lake is one of the smaller man made flood control lakes in Kentucky.  The largest, Kentucky Lake has over 160,000 surface acres.  Greenbo Lake, at 225 acres, is not much more than a pond compared to the largest lakes which all have over 100,000 acres.  But it is a very pretty little lake with some really good hiking trails in the state park which contains it.  

 

Greenbo Lake State Park also has some historically important coke ovens, a restored one room school, and two unmolested small cemeteries which is unusual in the Kentucky State Park System.  I have written in other places on this blog about the relocation of graves during the construction of lakes and highways in the state.  I have hiked in numerous Kentucky state parks situated around lakes and nearly everyone I have ever hiked in has relocated cemeteries in them which usually were placed in a common government cemetery near or in the park.  I have also published a short story about the relocation of family cemeteries for the construction of a lake this past spring in Seeds 2021, the literary magazine from Northeastern Illinois State University.  My short story is entitled "Damn!" and can be found at numbered page 74 in the online journal at the previous link.  However, the page numbers in the online version do not synch with the page numbers in the table of contents.  That story is actually located at page 85 according to the internet counter.  


 But, let's get back to the hike at Greenbo Lake.  The park has three marked trails which come to a total of 32.8 miles of possible hiking without leaving marked trails and striking off into the woods with a compass or GPS.  I chose the trail which begins near the handicapped fishing pier not far from the boat launching and storage area because Candice has been in a wheelchair for over twenty years and wanted to read near the pier while I hiked for an hour.  I  rarely hike an entire trail anywhere but instead hike out for a little over a half hour and double back to wherever Candice is waiting for me and we always choose a safe location for her to stay.  This particular trail, so far as I hiked it for about 1.5 miles is within sight of the lake in the woods with a few relatively easy uphills and downhills.  I would rate that portion of this trail as easy.  I never saw another human on the trail except for one fisherman in a pontoon boat who happened to be fishing alone within sight of the trail.  He and I had a friendly conversation as he fished for a couple of minutes which was a unique experience for me while hiking to be able to talk to someone actively fishing although I have done it at Eagle Lake on the campus of my alma mater, Morehead State University.  I hiked outward for about 40 minutes and turned around which brought me out of the woods exactly on the one hour mark.  Early in the hike, I encountered the only interesting wildlife of the hike, a small black racer about two to two and a half feet long.  It froze when it saw me on the trail about ten feet above it.  I started to bend over to pick up a small peeble to toss near it to see how it reacted and it instantly turned and disappeared into the leaf mold below me even before I could grasp a pebble.  It was about 85 degrees at the time and any cold blooded animal such as a snake was in firm fettle for traveling on such a day.  I did not have a camera with me and do not have a photo of my little friend.  

After my hike, Candice and I returned to Grayson, Kentucky, to search for a place to dine inside which we hadn't done in quite some time.  After driving all over Grayson looking for an open dining room, we wound up at Huddle House which was the only one we could find with indoor seating.  We went in wearing masks, which is my suggestion to anyone in public until the pandemic is over.  The only people in the restaurant in early afternoon were the cook, the manager, and one waitress behind  the counter and one other couple eating in a booth well away from us.  So we took off our masks which is necessary if you intend to chew anyway.  The hired help was friendly and we talked freely about whatever popped up.  The manager said the day before had been his birthday and I mentioned that this particular day was mine.  A bit later an older man and a young boy who appeared to be his middle school aged grandson came in and sat down well away from us and also ate.  No one else came in the place during our meal.  We actually felt safe in the face of  Covid 19 in light of the low population, good social distancing, and our vaccination.  After eating, we drove back home and it was, according to all measurements, a day well spent.