Thursday, May 10, 2007
Recipes and remembering
Others that knew Dr. Hale much better than I have written about him this week, but I have to chime in with my two cents.
Many, many years ago, doing a Pilgrimage story on Grey Gables, Dr. Hale gave me the chicken salad recipe that I use to this day. I’m guessing it’s very similar to many other Southern chicken salad recipes, but this particular one, in my recipe box, says “Dr. Hale’s Chicken Salad.”
You have to use chicken breasts. Never, ever use dark meat chicken for Southern chicken salad. It’s a rule!
Cook the chicken breast in gently boiling water — simmer until very tender. Add the usual seasonings — celery, salt, lemon pepper, etc. Once completely cooked through, cool, skin and debone, then chop into bite size pieces.
Add mayonnaise to taste (some like lots, some don’t), finely chopped onion, diced green or very firm, red apples and chopped walnuts. You can also add grapes, sliced in half. I don’t like grapes, so I don’t add them. Serve on either white or wheat bread or a croissant.
It’s just a simple, plain recipe. The only things different from what I always made before were the apples, walnuts and grapes.
But sitting in the kitchen at Grey Gables, after a brief piano concert and an extensive tour of the house with the fascinating history of the Sevre porcelain and the murals and the art work, etc., discussing chicken salad was just fun.
Dr. Hale was a good and kind and gracious man and Holly Springs will not be the same without him.
• Since returning from quilt heaven, laden with gifts for all and sundry (mostly me though) I realized this weekend I may have created a couple of monsters. Three to be exact.
My daughter and her friend Tammy wanted another quilting class Saturday. So, we began the second block of our sampler quilt from one of Eleanor Burns’ books.
I’d brought home several patterns and books — one of which is Eleanor Burns’ new quilt, The Magic Vine. Now, as soon as we finish the first quilt, we’re going to start that one. Somewhere in between all these quilts, we’re going to make a couple bags and some wallhangings also.
Tammy, my daughter and granddaughter are now quilting monsters. The minute I walk in the door, I have to go straight to my sewing room and help the two that live near me decide on fabric, blocks, etc. Only they want to decide, I’m just supposed to say whether it will work or not.
Amazingly, what they want to do works! Maybe I’m not such a bad teacher after all?
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