Chocolate Cake Day

It appears today is chocolate cake day. I had no idea that cake had a day. But it does.

I’m not a chocolate fan. I’m not a cake fan. But I am a fan of recipes from Grandma’s cookbooks. So I found this recipe called “Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake” and tried it out. It’s actually pretty tasty. There’s no eggs. Which is weird. There’s also a thing called oleo in it.

Googling has lead me to believe that this is just another word for margarine. I did my best to recreate the recipe by actually using margarine. More googling (I lie, I asked my friends who deal with dairy allergies on a daily basis) leads me to believe that some margarine is considered dairy free, but that there are legit dairy free options there. So – technically? An easy dairy free cake.

I can remember Grandma telling me stories about “war time” and how there were rations and you didn’t use things as freely as you do now a days.  It’s also a good explanation as to why I found 25 (not exaggerated) cans of refried beans in her pantry when she passed away. Right next to the 17 cans of corn.

She lived alone. And she didn’t live on beans alone. So I can imagine that rationing and hoarding (especially canned goods) was a lifestyle for her. I can imagine that eggs and oil were in higher demand back then. Because there’s no eggs or oil in the recipe. Which made me skeptical. But also curious.

On with the baking!

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cup flour
1 cup sugar
3 tbs. cocoa
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 cup melted butter, margarine, dairy free sub
1 tbs. vinegar
1 cup warm water

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Sift flour, sugar, cocoa, salt, baking soda into mixing bowl.

Add vanilla, butter (or substitute), and vinegar.

Pour warm water over all and mix well.

Pour batter into pan.

Bake for 30 minutes.

Granddaughter notes:

  • The first pan I found was a heart shaped cake. So heart shaped it was.
  • Upon tasting the cake we realized it was pretty darn good, but we needed an icing. I was overruled with my idea of a homemade cream cheese, so we made a ganache for the top.
  • Ganache recipe was not in the recipe book, but if you want it – let me know!

 

Pictorial:

 

 

Pizza Burgers For President

My grandmother always made these pizza burgers. For as long as I can remember. They were wrapped in foil when she delivered them or you picked them up from her house. And  they were delicious. I had no idea how or why they tasted like pizza. I only knew they were amazing. So, when I found a recipe book in her house – after she passed – that said “pizza burgers, p. 45” I was ecstatic.

The next day, I headed to the store, cookbook in the car and decided I was going to pick up whatever I needed for the delectable treats. What a fitting first recipe post for her blog, I said to myself. I pulled into the parking spot at the grocery store. I flipped open the cookbook to page 45. ..and it was missing. Page 43 and then nothing. Pages 44 and 45 were completely gone.

I flipped through the entire book quickly, a bit panicked. And noticed that it was torn out of the book and shoved near the end of the recipe book. Of course it was. And there it sat, side by side with a page from pages later in the series, specifically the one that contained a taco pie recipe. Because, you know – my grandmother seemed to be enamored by taco casseroles or pies. It was marked on every single cookbook we located the other day. We’ll try that one out soon, too, don’t worry.

I dashed through the store, grabbed all the ingredients and headed home.

The first ingredient? One entire pound of Velveeta cheese. I had no idea that cheese was ever that religious to people. Don’t get me wrong, I dream of cheese. I think of it often. I love cheese. But I must have located ten cheese cookbooks from years gone past. So it would seem that cheese was a real cornerstone back in the day.

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Exhibit A: this is just one of the many cheese cookbooks we found throughout our cook book adventures at Grandma’s.

As a warning. this recipe is delicious. This recipe tastes like my childhood. This recipe is my grandmother on a bun. Not really, we buried her – I swear. But it is probably in no way, shape, or form healthy for you. However, she ate it and she lived well into her 80s. So I’m just going to roll with it and enjoy.

I’ll go ahead and post the original recipe right here.

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Now I’ll tell you how we made it. Because: allergies to garlic. And how I think Grandma probably made it after my allergies appeared.

Ingredients:

1 lb. Velveeta cheese
1.5 lbs. hamburger
1 small onion
1 tsp. onion salt
1 28 0z. can diced tomatoes (drained)
1 tsp. oregno
hamburger buns
Shredded mozzarella cheese

Directions:

Melt cheese in double boiler (or microwave since we have those in modern day times)

Brown hamburger in skillet, adding onion and onion salt.

Drain meat.

Add drained tomatoes and oregano. Stir.

Add melted cheese to meat mixture.

Let sit for one hour.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

Layer bottom hamburger buns with meat mixture. Cover with shredded cheese.

Bake for 10 minutes.

Remove from oven. Add top bun.

Return to oven for 2 minutes.

Eat until your heart’s content.

Editors notes:

  • Grandma never used english muffins. They were always on buns. So we follow suit.
  • We replaced the garlic (not that you can really replace it) with an onion when browning the meat.
  • One quart of tomatoes is actually 32 oz. But you can usually find 28 oz. easily in a store and we don’t can our own veggies as they probably did then. So this worked just fine.
  • The last two minutes isn’t an exact science, it’s just to warm the top bun as well, and it makes everything stick together really well.

If you’re into pictures, I can help. Here’s some pictorials – if you will.

These really do, oddly enough, taste like a pizza in a way. And they’re delicious. These pizza burgers have my vote for president. Especially if they’re running against Trump.

Enjoy!

Cooking Without Grandma

No one likes to think about losing their loved one. And we certainly don’t realize what they did for us until after they have passed away.

Mine came in the form of helping my family clean out my grandmother’s house. Every piece of paper seems important, there’s so little you want to throw away. Trust me, I know. It took me a good five minutes to throw away that torn envelope that said “Knock Loudly. I’m in back,” in her handwriting.

I also came to realize my grandmother was nothing short of a hoarder when it came to recipes. Boxes upon boxes I sorted through with my sister and brother-in-law today: newspaper clippings, handwritten recipes, sticky notes in recipe books. and please don’t get me started on the tiny paperback books you can buy while standing in line at the grocery store – I think she had every issue of those since before I was born stashed away in hidden nooks and crannies throughout the house.

We’ve settled on one large “keep” box and about 8 large “give away” boxes. And that doesn’t count what’s in her basement. The ones I kept had “peanut butter balls, p. 82” scrawled in the front in her very recognizable handwriting, or a sticky note that lead you to a taco pie recipe in the church cook book.

That’s when it hit me. I will never eat my grandmother’s cooking again. She will never again make me chicken and dumplings. I won’t be able to enjoy her peanut butter balls every Christmas. And she certainly isn’t going to make me “chicken stuff” (the best recipes don’t even have names, guys) on my birthday.

So I kept some of the important books aside: the sloppy joe recipe, the book with the peanut butter balls recipe written on the front, the sticky note filled church cook book with her famous pizza burgers, the one that contained her favorite lemon bar recipe, and one special one that just had the following scribbled on the inside: This has family favorites in it.

I decided then that I’d never be cooking with Grandma again. Instead, I’d be cooking without her. But only in the physical sense. So, feel free to take this journey with me. I’ll start trying out the recipes through the cookbooks I kept. And attempt to take this from: cookingwithoutgrandma to cookingwithgrandmainmyheart.

Peace, love, and peanut butter balls. And maybe some pizza burgers.