Read A Love Affair with Southern Cooking Online
Authors: Jean Anderson,Jean Anderson
BENNE SEEDS
What others call sesame seeds, Southerners call
benne,
especially those living in the Georgia–South Carolina Lowcountry.
An African staple and symbol of good luck, benne (from the Bantu for “sesame”) arrived in the South in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries along with slaves from West Africa, who were offloaded and sold in the ports of Charleston, Savannah, and New Orleans.
Many plantation owners encouraged slaves to grow their own food, generally allotting an acre to each family. Thus began the introduction of African foods to the southern table. “Above all,” Karen Hess writes in Chapter One of
The Carolina Rice Kitchen: The African Connection,
(1992), “[slaves] grew greens, but presumably they also raised such African favorites as okra, sorghum, black-eye peas, eggplant, and benne seed…”
Africa, culinary historian Alan Davidson believes, is where benne seeds originated. “Wild species, with one exception, are African,” he writes in
The Oxford Companion to Food
, “but there is a ‘second source of diversity’ in India, where sesame was introduced in very early times.”
The Greek classicists were writing of sesame oils as early as the fifth century BC and an even older Egyptian clay tablet lists it in the inventory of King Nebuchadnezzar’s palace.
The Lowcountry sultriness proved perfect for growing benne, an annual plant sometimes as tall as six feet. It flowers, then bears pods of a hundred seeds or more. When ripe, these split at the gentlest touch, showering seeds in every direction—a fact not lost on Scheherazade, who, in spinning tales for
One Thousand and One Nights
, gave Ali Baba the magical command “Open, Sesame” to enter the den of the Forty Thieves.
In the Lowcountry today, benne are more popular than ever. In addition to the ever-popular benne wafers and cookies, fudges and brittles, innovative young chefs are frying benne-crusted shrimp and chicken, heightening the flavor of greens with toasted sesame oil, and updating such African originals as benne soups, breads, and pilaus. Delicious!
BENNE WAFERS
MAKES ABOUT
6
DOZEN
I’ve always been partial to benne wafers, an easy drop cookie with a delicate caramel flavor. Note:
To toast sesame seeds, spread in an ungreased pie pan and set on the middle shelf of a 275° F. oven for 8 to 10 minutes, stirring once or twice. Watch closely; benne burn easily.
½ cup (1 stick) butter, at room temperature
½ cup granulated sugar
½ cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1½ teaspoons vanilla extract
1 large egg
1 cup sifted all-purpose flour
¼ teaspoon salt
½ cup lightly toasted sesame seeds (see Note at left)
“Oh, my,” she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane. “It‘s fruitcake weather!”
—
TRUMAN CAPOTE
,
A CHRISTMAS MEMORY
TIME LINE: the people and events that shaped Southern Cuisine
1993 | | The James Beard Foundation names Marcel Desaulniers, chef-proprietor of the Trellis restaurant in Williamsburg, Virginia, Best Chef in the Mid-Atlantic and Susan Spicer, chef-proprietor of Bayona in New Orleans, Best Chef in the Southeast. |
| | The Atlanta Bread Company Bakery Café takes off in suburban Atlanta. Its artisanal breads—sourdough, focaccia, pumpernickel, and such—are baked fresh every day. |
1994 | | Pillsbury buys Martha White, the 95-year-old Nashville miller known for its soft white flours—the Southerner’s preference. |
| | The James Beard Foundation names Allen Susser, chef/proprietor of Chef Allen’s in Aventura, Florida, Best Chef in the Southeast. |
| | The E. J. Brach Corporation buys Tennessee’s Brock Candy Company and phases out the production of hard candies at Brock’s Chattanooga plant to concentrate on fruit snacks. |
TENNESSEE WHISKEY BALLS
MAKES ABOUT
5
DOZEN
Bourbon balls are well known throughout the South and routinely show up at holiday open houses during Christmas and New Year’s. These whiskey balls, however, are mellower because they are made with Jack Daniel’s, a supremely smooth sour mash “sipping whiskey” that’s been made in the town of Lynchburg, Tennessee, for nearly 150 years. The Jack Daniel Distillery, the first to be registered in America, is a National Historic Site that can be toured. Note:
To toast pecans, spread halves or large pieces on an ungreased baking sheet and set in a 325° F. oven for 10 to 12 minutes. Cool the nuts, then pulse in a food processor until as fine as cornmeal.
3½ cups fine vanilla wafer or graham cracker crumbs
2 cups finely ground lightly toasted pecans (see Note above)
2 cups unsifted confectioners’ (10 X) sugar
½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
¼ teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1
/
3
cup light corn syrup
½ cup Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey
1 cup sifted confectioners’ (10 X) sugar (for dredging)
PECAN PRALINES
MAKES ABOUT
20
I’ve spent a fair amount of time poking about the Cajun Country west of New Orleans and what fascinates me there, almost as much as the crawfish farms, are the pecan orchards and sugarcane fields. Small wonder pecan pralines are a Louisiana classic. There may be as many recipes for them as there are cooks. Some like to begin by boiling pure cane syrup down until it is as dark as molasses. Others prefer brown or granulated sugar. And still others favor buttermilk over sweet milk. I’ve tried many different praline recipes and keep returning to this one given to me nearly twenty-five years ago by a wonderful Cajun cook named Miss Tootie Guirard of St. Martin Parish. Tip:
Choose a dry sunny day for making pralines. They won’t firm up in rainy or humid weather.
3 cups sugar
1½ cups milk
¼ teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons butter
2 cups coarsely chopped pecans
“Young lady, I carried you some Bigbee pecans. I thought you might not harvest their like around here.”
—
EUDORA WELTY
,
THE OPTIMIST’S DAUGHTER
FRIDAY PEANUT BRITTLE
MAKES ABOUT
1¾
POUNDS
This recipe comes from Dr. William C. Friday, who for thirty years was president of the University of North Carolina and with whom my father worked for at least ten as first vice president. I never knew that Bill was a peanut brittle aficionado until a few years ago when I appeared on
North Carolina People,
his public television show (UNC-TV). We spent half an hour cooking recipes from my recently published
American Century Cookbook,
and afterward, Bill inquired if I’d like to see how he made peanut brittle. Of course! When I asked how he’d become famous for his peanut brittle, he said that the
Chapel Hill News
had done a Christmas story some ten years earlier on the edible gifts he and his wife make each year: Ida’s fruitcake and his brittle.
Like the fruitcake, the brittle is an old recipe from Ida’s family in Orangeburg, South Carolina. Bill and Ida are most specific about how their brittle should be made. “Only use a cast-iron frying pan,” they instruct (my 12-incher is perfect because it’s three inches deep and that’s important). The Fridays also insist that you use a large marble slab—at least 20 inches by 30—when pouring out the brittle. And that you butter it well. “I just smear the butter around with my hand,” Bill says. At the end of his neatly typed recipe, Bill included the name of his peanut supplier “because you’ve got to use the right kind of peanuts.” He lists the A & B Milling Company of Enfield, North Carolina (aka Aunt Ruby’s Peanuts; see Sources, backmatter), which
sells the large, pale-skinned Virginias, and that’s what I ordered. Shelled,
blanched
peanuts arrived a day later; the Fridays prefer the
unblanched
because they make the brittle more flavorful. All I can say is that except for using blanched peanuts, I followed the Fridays’ recipe to the letter and within 15 minutes had poured out the best peanut brittle I’ve ever eaten. Unlike most, theirs is more peanut than brittle.
1½ cups sugar
½ cup light corn syrup
¼ cup hot water
2¾ cups shelled unblanched (or blanched) raw peanuts (see headnote)
1¼ teaspoons baking soda
PULLED MINTS
MAKES ABOUT
5
DOZEN
I’ll never forget learning to make pulled mints in the kitchen of Mrs. Pegram Bryant one wintry night too many years ago to count. Mrs. B, as I called her, was a well-off, well-connected resident of Statesville, North Carolina. Nearly seventy when I met her, she had a full-time maid and yard man, both of whom lived at the back of her property. She also had a two-room garage apartment, which she allowed me to rent after an intense grilling. “Now who was your mother?” Mrs. B had begun. It was the southern way to trace bloodlines. “You wouldn’t know her,” I replied. “We were on the other side.” I had meant in the Civil War but Mrs. B, an active member of the Colonial Dames, sputtered, “You mean that your people were Red Coats?” (In fact, some of them were.) After a walking-on-eggs start, Mrs. B and I became best of friends. I adored her outspokenness. And I loved hearing her reminisce about her youth, about the cotillions and teas and the “dainties” served there. Like other society matrons, Mrs. B rarely cooked. Her files bulged with old family receipts, however, and she had taught her maid,
Dorothy, how to prepare them. Once a year Mrs. B donned an apron and began her December ritual of making pulled mints for family and friends. Soon I was pulling the blistering taffylike strands, too, and relishing every minute. I wanted to taste the mints as soon as they cooled, but Mrs. B said, “No. We have to wait for them to cream up.” That bit of magic took about a week in a tightly covered container. When I left Statesville, Mrs. B pressed the pulled mints recipe into my hand. It was, she told me, an old Allison family recipe. Mrs. B had been born an Allison and she’d been making those mints since her cotillion days. Note:
Choose a sunny day for making pulled mints; they won’t cook up or cream up in rainy or humid weather. Dry weather is key.