Before we get off the subject of fried chicken, I must share this note from Sherry Laiche, of Gonzales, which she sent along with a recipe for Jersey Farm Style Southern Fried Chicken, which she found in her mother's "All-American Cook Book."
Says Sherry: "I know my mother never followed this recipe exactly, but I remember reading the recipe when I was a child. I was excited to find her old cookbook recently…"
The recipe is from one Antoinette Driscoll, who is so proud of her portion of New Jersey that she includes map references with her recipe:
"Take a tender young Jersey Black Giant, preferably one grown between Latitude 39 degrees and 41 degrees and Longitude 74 degrees and 75 degrees, so that it may have benefited by New Jersey's salubrious atmosphere which combines Atlantic Ocean air and Appalachian Mountain ozone…"
The recipe, once she gets around to it, involves putting chicken pieces in a deep iron skillet with a lid, in "sizzling lard." Add water, salt and pepper and cook 45 minutes with the lid on. Then remove the lid for browning.
Serve with "Jersey potatoes, sweet or white and Jersey cranberry or applesauce…" Jersey blueberries are recommended for dessert.
Algie Petrere comments on a recent saying about mothers:
"One evening a few years ago, I was working in the kitchen. I was startled when I looked at the window and I saw my late mother looking at me.
"After taking another look, I realized it was my reflection I was seeing.
"I told my sister that story, and shortly after I received a package in the mail. It was a small plaque that says, 'Mirror, mirror, on the wall. I am my mother after all.'
"Thank goodness it was hanging high enough to escape damage from the flood, and I am getting ready to hang it up again. It's the little things that mean a lot."
Welcome to Dime Box
David Rodrigue, of Spring Branch, Texas, comments on our recent seminar on unusual place names:
"I have not seen mention of Dime Box, Texas, located between Austin and Houston."
Shoot or Chute?
"Goofball in Gonzales" says, "I have a friend over in Texas in the same neck of the woods as the town of Cut and Shoot. I shared your mention of the town with him. Here's what he replied:
"A lot of people try and say that the name was connected with knives and guns. It was a rail spur with cattle pens for loading cattle into boxcars. Cowboys would CUT the cattle from the herd, then drive them into the loading CHUTE."
And about boxer Roy Harris, the pride of Cut and Shoot:
"When he was developing his career with lots of wins, the locals, especially the sawmill hands, really got behind him. I was told that before the big fight with Floyd Patterson the 'Mob' slipped in and got those fans to bet some big money. Of course they lost when Roy did.
"Roy eventually became a lawyer, and the driving force for incorporating the town of Cut and Shoot."
Not so "T"
Larry Sylvester comments on Cajun nicknames:
"When I was a kid, there was a relative called T-Tante (Little Auntie).
"But she was anything but 'petite.' I don't remember any other relative as big as she was. That must have come from someone's affectionate use of a nickname."
Special People Dept.
James R. and Helen L. Marsh, of Zachary, celebrate their 63rd anniversary on Monday, March 20.
Robby Zeringue, of Baton Rouge, says, "With all the Latin being thrown around in your column, I figured I’d add mine:
"Cogito ergo spud.
"I think, therefore, I yam."
Tommy Tuminello, of Gonzales, says, "My great-grandson, when he was 3 or 4, was riding with my son. They passed by a herd of cows grazing in a field.
"My son asked him, 'How many cows are in that field?'
"My great-grandson looked toward the field, looked back at my son, then looked back toward the cows and said, 'All of them, Pa Pa.'"