I spent a lot of time at my Grandmother’s House. My mother claims that I was a difficult child and that my Grandmother would come and rescue me when she threatened to kill me. I find this hard to believe, because except for the occasional road rage incident, I consider myself quite easy to get along with. My grandmother was an excellent cook and when I got married many many many years ago, she gave me a datebook with some of her recipes written in it. I still have it, along with the china and cookware she gave me. It’s well worn and treasured.
A few weeks ago I decided to try and organize some family photos. I could remember one of my grandmother when she was 17 or 18 sitting on the front porch of the “old place” with a little hound dog. I looked through all of my photos and couldn’t find that one, so I called my sister to see if she had a copy. She did! She’s far more organized than I am.
Isn’t she cute?
Anyway, I have decided to dedicate a portion of this blog to her recipes. I’m also going to do the same for my mother (when my sister finds her old recipe box and sends it to me) and my mother-in-law. All of them have passed on in this life, but I still enjoy their recipes.
My very favorite thing that she made was Chicken a La King. This is how she made it:
Start by melting 2T of butter in a skillet, then whisk in 2 T of flour
add a generous sprinkle of salt & pepper
and let it simmer for a few minutes.
Then slowly whisk in a can of chicken broth
while this simmers and thickens, drain a can of chicken, a small jar of pimentos and a can of peas in a colander, add to the sauce in the skillet and let it simmer until hot and thick
Serve over toast, biscuits or rice. My grandmother always served it on white toast so typically I do also. Why mess with perfection?