Agrestic Music and Arts Festival!
If I were you, I'd make plans to spend the 6th and 7th of June in Whitesburg at the Agrestic Music and Arts Festival for Autism.
Family loyalty aside, y'all should check out the Agrestic Festival next weekend. While you're in Whitesburg, get the pimiento cheese and fried green tomato hamburger at the Pine Mountain Grill. It's worth the trip.
Appalachia Proud
Sunflowers from my aunt's Floyd County garden. |
Tiny tomatoes in my mother's garden. |
The Christmas Repeal
via Maker's Mark |
- 1 to 2 cups good bourbon whisky (preferably Maker's Mark)
- 1 cup chopped pecans
- 1/2 to 1 cup whole pecan halves (optional)
- 1 two-pound bag of powdered sugar
- 1 stick butter, softened
- 1-2 bags semisweet chocolate chips (preferably Ghiradelli)
- paraffin wax
- Place 1/2 to 1 cup of chopped pecans in shallow bowl.
- Pour bourbon over nuts, immersing completely. Cover and let soak 12 hours to overnight.
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place pecan halves in shallow pan and toast lightly for about ten minutes. Cream butter in stand mixer fitted with paddle attachment.
- Combine bourbon-pecan mixture with just enough powdered sugar to form a stiff ball. Refrigerate to let stiffen slightly. Roll dough into small balls.
- In double-boiler (or a sauce pan placed over a cooker full of boiling water), add a third to a half a bag of semisweet chocolate chips and a small shaving of paraffin wax (no more than 1/4 cup). Heat until just smooth. Dip dough balls into the chocolate mixture. The key is to coat them quickly and make small, frequent batches of melted chocolate.
- Place bourbon balls on wax paper to cool.
- Top each ball with a toasted pecan half, if desired. Results are better if you leave them to cool at room temperature rather than in the refrigerator.
What's Cooking in Kentucky
Irene Hayes, via What's Cooking in Kentucky. |
Hueysville Church of Christ, photo credit: Susan Patton Salisbury |
How a Wedding Photographer Plans Her Own Wedding
{all images courtesy Amy Wallen.}
June 1, 1980 -- A Guest Post by Allison Johnson of PinkLouLou
Sweet parents :)
My teeny tiny adorable momma!
And last but not least, meet Imogene. I am pretty sure I got my poofin' skills from my g-ma. I mean look at that volume!
Dogwood and Redbud Winters
Have y'all noticed how cold it's been lately? The flowering trees are in bloom, and the temperature is dipping down into the 40s at night. Of course, there's an old-timey mountain tradition to explain the phenomenon. Here's an essay, first posted here on HerKentucky last year, about just that. -- HCW
When I was growing up in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky, I rolled my eyes at a lot of conventional mountain wisdom. Some of that was, of course, the traditional child's prerogative; parents and grandparents simply can't know what they're talking about with their old-fashioned perspectives. And, to this Muppets-and-Madonna-loving child of the '80s, old-timey mountain traditions seemed a relic of a long-gone era.
As an adult, I've had to rescind quite a bit of my know-it-all scorn. The twangy mountain music that my granddaddy played on his vintage Martin guitar sounds curiously like the hipster-standard Raconteurs and Avett Brothers tracks that fill my iPod. My grandmother's Crisco-and-butter cooking turned out to be far healthier than the fake food revolution of my childhood. And, so many pieces of folk wisdom -- the most embarrassing, "unscientific" observations of the natural world -- have turned out to be true. I've been forced to eat my words time and again. The most dramatic example is Redbud Winter and its close, usually later, cousin Dogwood Winter.
Now, when I was a kid, I hated hearing about these supposed weather phenomena. When the first warm spring rolled around, it should be warm and pretty and springy from then on. Without fail, someone would note "Oh, it'll get cold again. We haven't even had Redbud or Dogwood winter yet. Don't put your coats away." That was surely just an old wives' tale.
Except, it wasn't. Every spring, the pretty, delicate blooms on the flowering trees brings a dramatic cold snap. This year was no different -- last week brought 85 degree days, then the redbuds and dogwoods started to peek out. As I started to unpack my spring dresses and shorts, I immediately thought that I'd better leave out a few cold weather items, just in case. Of course, redbud winter came a few short days later, bringing cold mornings and brisk days.
I guess the old-timers are right after all.
{all photos taken in my mom's Floyd County backyard}