Monday Musings on All Things Southern

I. Am. Back!

Can you believe it? After two weeks on the road and one week recuperating from travels, I. Am. Back!

And, boy, do I have the perfect story to share with you...concerning Southern places and people.

During my travels earlier this month, I spent several days in the most charming place on earth (as far as I'm concerned), Rutherfordton, North Carolina. Now, if you find that to be a mouthful, let me tell you that most people from around there just say "Ruff-ton." At least, I think that's what they are saying.

I love Ruff-ton. I want to live in Ruff-ton. My husband says he won't move...and I fear a long-distance marriage coming up (just kidding). Maybe, one day, I'll write that great American novel and we'll have enough money to be bi-lingual. We'll speak both Floridian and North Carolinian!

Back to Ruff-ton.

While there, my hostess, Sharon Decker -- who I love like the sister I wish I'd had and who (we believe) is my cousin as my father and her mother had the same surname -- happened to mention that she preached at a church for some time that had quite the history. Not only was Brittain Church established in the 1700s, its behind-the-church cemetery holds the graves of Revolutionary War soldiers, Civil War soldiers...and...slaves.

I had to see this for myself! A planned interview on Monday didn't pan out, so I asked Sharon to take me to this graveyard treasure trove. She said she would.

First thing I noted, he way the steeple of this church rose to the sky. Even though the church had been rebuilt over the years, it was if it stood in defiance of time, the seasons (a horrible storm had just blown through a few nights earlier), or any religious enemy. Yes, I still stand. We are a small congregation but we are what Christian faith is made of. As long as we are here, Christianity continues.

The second thing I noted was the sloping hillside where old stones, cracked and gray, dotted the landscape, much like the wildflowers growing among them. I couldn't wait to get back there, to turn on my camera and snap away!

Before I could do that, however, Sharon needed to introduce me to a woman who stood at the top of the church-front steps, accompanied by an old but formidable-looking dog. Sharon knew the woman (she'd preached her husband's funeral) and wanted to introduce me to her.

And so I met the woman who not only cleaned the church, she was also the choir director. She was being assisted by another woman who was also the organist.

You cannot make this kind of stuff up.

After formalities, I was led to the graveyard...more on that next week...'cause there were some very interesting graves out there...one in particular...

Wednesday's Recipe of the Week

Southern Pecan Pie


(No one sent a recipe for deviled eggs... I'll keep a look out in some of my church cookbooks I've toted from kitchen to kitchen the past I-don't-know-how-many-years... So I thought I'd share another Southern-Take-it-to-the-Funeral recipe.

The Southern pecan pie.

First, let's get something straight. There really is more than one way to say "pecan."

PEE-can.
pee-KHAN.

I go with the second. My mother went with the first.

Either way...pecan pie is...oh-my-gosh! When I was a little girl, it was my favorite dessert. I have the grandest memories of Mother shelling pecans just for my pie. Memories of walking around in my grandmother's yard, picking up pecans with my cousins. There was a way to hold two together, squeeze, and crack them.

I could not eat them raw, however. I was allergic and am still allergic to the raw pecan. Disappointing to say the least.

But in a pie... now we're talking. Check out this recipe:

3 eggs, separated                                                            
1 tsp. flour
1/2 stick butter (melted)
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup corn syrup
1 1/2 cups pecans
2 shallow unbaked pie shells


Beat egg whites and yolks separately, then together. Add flour, sugar, syrup, and pecans. Place in a pie shell. Bake in a 300 degree oven for 35 minutes or until done.


Be sure not to overbake.

(Heavens no!)

Enjoy!