Posted by Susie on Sunday, December 15, 2013
I fell under the spell of Cumberland Island the moment I caught a glimpse of the wild horses grazing on the beach. We approached by boat and as we grew closer to the dock more of them came into view. Later, I came to find out that there are more horses than permanent residents on this isolated Georgia barrier island.
We were greeted by Gabriel and led to the inn as he told us a brief history of this captivating place. Greyfield Inn was built by Lucy Carnegie, widow of industrialist, Thomas Carnegie (brother and business partner of Andrew Carnegie) as a wedding present for their daughter, Margaret. It is the smallest of the mansions on the island built by the Carnegie family, the largest being Dungeness, the famed gilded age retreat constructed from Scottish stone.
Greyfield Inn welcomed us with its wide door wreathed in glossy, Southern Magnolia leaves and porch with an array of inviting rocking chairs. Entering, we found that not much has changed in the last century. Antiques collected on the family’s world tours were brought back to the island to grace the parlor and library. Portraits and photographs of the family charmed us from walls and tabletops. You feel as if you have stepped back in time and are now the house guest of a gracious Victorian family…and you are! Descendants of the Carnegie family still own and run the inn.
At one time, the Carnegie family owned 90% of Cumberland Island before deeding most of it to the National Park Service in the early 1970′s. It’s now designated as “Cumberland Island National Seashore.” A small portion of the island, including Greyfield Inn, is still owned and maintained by the family. Lucy Ferguson (Lucy Carnegie’s granddaughter) was instrumental in the transfer so that the beauty and wilderness of the island would be protected.
Lucy Ferguson was a very colorful character. Her love of the island and the island’s wildlife that call it home is legendary. She always wore a bandana and carried a Bowie knife (even to dinner parties!). She surrounded her family with the creatures of the island including deer, wild boar and birds and instilled in her family a sense of responsibility to love and protect the environment.
After the tour of the inn, we were eager to start exploring. We first set off by foot to find the sandy path to the sea, meandering under the canopy of live oaks doted with resurrection ferns and their mantle of Spanish moss and lush, tropical underbrush of exotic palmetto palms.
Arriving at the dune meadow we were greeted by a band of wild horses. Heeding the warning not to get too close, we still managed to experience being in their presence on the dunes.
We enjoyed walking the beach with no other humans in sight. We weren’t alone though, sea creatures were burrowing in the sand and we spied the first of many of the birds on the island: great blue herons, bald eagles and egrets.
We would have liked to stay on the beach for hours, but it was time to head back to the inn to get ready for a special oyster roast and an elegant, candlelit dinner.
This was not your average oyster roast. Fresh from the salt marshes, pails and pails of briny, fresh oysters were being shoveled onto a blazing, open pit cedar fire, soon to be joined by fat, juicy clams that had just been delivered straight from the shore. A variety of condiments were available, but we didn’t want anything to mask the woodsy, salty flavor. Later, large, silver trays of luscious, peeky toe crab were brought out to our ravenous group. We knew that we were having dinner soon, so it was all we could do not to fill up on these glorious gifts from the sea.
Candles were lit, and the dinner bell was rung, twice…uh-oh, better get to the table. The food at Greyfield is everything that you would want to serve to your guests. Fresh and local (much of it comes from their large, well maintained garden), accented with produce and dairy from local farms and the highest quality ingredients. Even though I didn’t have much room left, I managed to savor the clean, unpretentious tastes and preparation of the kabocha squash soup with cinnamon roasted apples and beef tenderloin that had been grilled over the cedar fire and still have room for the homemade donut with Valrhona chocolate and marshmallow ice cream that we enjoyed with coffee in the library.
The next morning the island was shrouded in dense, grey fog which made our surroundings even more mystical.
We had gotten up early…very early…for the first of the daily tours offered by the inn’s naturalist guide was at daybreak. We visited the ghost of what was Dungeness, which sadly burned to the ground in 1959, and the surrounding dunes and salt marshes. The birders with us were ecstatic to see the wood ducks and a red-cockaded woodpecker. The rest of us enjoyed being part of this unique and beautiful landscape. The island is teeming with wildlife, some of which I was glad that we didn’t come across (like the alligators), but I would have loved to have seen the elusive white deer.
The next tour we took was to the Northern part of the island including the Plum Orchard mansion, Stafford Plantation and the First African Baptist Church. Many of you might remember that John Kennedy, Jr. and Carolyn Bessette were married in this tiny, sparse church in 1996. That day the church was decorated with just one candle glowing from this container. John, Jr. was good friends with a member of the Carnegie/Ferguson family, the charismatic GoGo Ferguson, who suggested that Cumberland Island and the Greyfield Inn would be the perfect place to get married privately…and she was right.
The vivacious GoGo is a world renowned jewelry designer and artist. Her work was just exhibited at the High Museum in Atlanta and is admired by collectors, as well as the rich and famous. We made it a point to visit her studio, a portion of which is crafted out of material salvaged from Dungeness. Nothing is wasted on the island, everything is recycled, reused and repurposed…just like GoGo’s jewelry. GoGo is fascinating. She was inspired by her grandmother, Lucy Ferguson, to love the island fiercely, to investigate and treasure every part…and she has. She has walked this captivating island always looking down, looking for treasures. For GoGo, treasure is not diamonds and sapphires, but sun bleached bones of rattlesnakes, armadillos and all manner of sea creatures. Her cottage next to Greyfield looks more like an anthropologist’s lair than an artist’s studio, but this is where GoGo gets the inspiration for her designs. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, rings and house ware items all reflecting her love of nature and of Cumberland Island. If you’d like to peak at some of her work, here’s a link.
Our last activity was everyone’s favorite. Our family chased the waves while riding bikes on the pristine beach at sunset. As the shells crunched beneath the wide tires and the salt air blew through our hair we were all smiles and laughter. We felt like kids again, especially when we had to race back so we weren’t late for dinner.
Our stay was too short. We vowed to come back…there is so much more we need to see and do. There is a large, leather guest book in the parlor and you are invited to share your reason for coming to the island. On almost every page, someone had written “bucket list.” You might just want to put this magical place on your list as well.
While touring Plum Orchard’s vast kitchen, I found this recipe displayed for Icebox Cookies. I’ve adapted it for you so that you can share a bit of the island with your family and friends for the holiday season. I love icebox cookies because you can pull them out of the “icebox” and pop them in the oven when guests arrive and serve them a warm cookie, fresh from the oven.
I want to wish you and your family and friends a wonderful holiday!
Holiday Icebox Cookie Recipe
Yield: 6 - 9 dozen
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Total Time: 30 minutes
If you want fresh from the oven cookies any time, then this is the recipe for you. Rich, buttery and easy to make, perfect for when guests drop by during the holidays.
Ingredients:
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs, well beaten
1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
3 cups all purpose flour
1/2 cup confectioner's sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
Directions:
Since this is a holiday cookie, I decided to use granulated and confectioner's sugar to replace the dark brown sugar called for in the original recipe, circa 1910. I also added pure vanilla, lowered the amount of baking powder and added holiday sprinkles. For one batch, I added nuts as suggested by the original recipe.
You can be very creative with this recipe. You might add candied fruit to the batter, or possibly lemon or orange zest. Instead of vanilla, you could use almond, or hazelnut extract...the possibilities are only limited by your imagination.
If you are not going to make this by hand, I'd suggest using a standing mixer because this is a very stiff dough.
In a large bowl, cream the butter, granulated sugar, beaten eggs and vanilla.
In a medium bowl, sift the flour, confectioner's sugar, baking powder and salt, making sure they are well blended.
Beat the dry ingredients into the butter mixture one cup at a time.
Divide the dough onto 3 separate pieces of wax paper. Form the dough into long squares, approximately 2 1/2 by 2 1/2.
Press sprinkles into the dough on all sides and seal the wax paper.
Chill dough for at least 1 to 3 hours, preferably overnight.
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Cover cookie sheet with parchment paper, or lightly grease cookie sheet.
Remove dough from the "icebox" and cut into thin, 1/4 inch slices.
Bake for approximately 10 minutes or till slightly golden brown.
Place on cooling rack. The cookies may be stored in air tight containers for several weeks and dough may be stored in the refrigerator for a week or frozen for up to 3 months. If using frozen dough, you may need to increase the baking time.
Enjoy!
Posted by Susie on Sunday, November 24, 2013
No matter how many times we travel to Maine, there is always something new to discover. This trip it was a beautiful cove in the historic community of Ducktrap. Thanks to detailed directions from our innkeepers, we found this lovely, secluded cove where locals go clamming and fishing.
It was a soft, grey day with the color of the season more subtle and yet more poignant than the day before. Pine trees clung to sheer rock as if to acknowledge that Maine is “where the mountains meet the sea.”
Continuing on our journey, we began to roam back hills and small towns that we had not yet visited. We stopped at the Petunia Pump which at one time, many years ago, must have supplied the village with water. Have you ever had the privilege of pumping your own water? I have! Years ago during a severe drought when our cistern had run dry, we had to travel miles with our jugs and were grateful that a pump like this was still working. Proof that this city girl was once a country kid.
We found a tree where apples were still clinging to branches. In Autumn I look to the apple harvest for a key ingredient in one of my quick and easy recipes for appetizers. I have to say that I do cheat when it comes to the preparation…I use prepackaged fillo shells which makes this a recipe my “go to” when I want something tasty, but I’m in a pinch for time. Also, these are perfect to make ahead. Just pop them in the oven minutes before your guests arrive.
Please don’t be intimidated about caramelizing apples. It’s actually very easy. A bit of butter, a sprinkle of sugar, fruit. Stir and watch it happen!
My trick is to bake the shells for 3 minutes before I stuff them with creamy cheese and caramelized fruit. They’ll look like this.
Pop a small piece of brie approximately 1/2 inch by 1/2 inch into the pre-baked shell.
Plop on a bit of fruit.
Pop back into the oven for 5 to 8 minutes.
Baked Brie Bites with Caramelized Apple Recipe
Yield: 15 pieces - 5 servings
Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes
Total Time: 25 minutes
A fast, easy and delicious appetizer, perfect for the holidays.
Ingredients:
1 box mini fillo shells (15 per box)
1 - 3 inch wedge of high quality brie, approximately 1/3 lb., cut into 1/2 x 1/2 inch pieces
1 large apple (I use Honeycrisp)
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 tablespoon granulated sugar (can substitute brown sugar)
Pinch cinnamon and/or nutmeg
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Caramelize Apples:
Peel and cube apple into approximately 1/4 inch pieces.
Melt butter in a medium pan.
Add apple cubes and sprinkle with sugar and spices. Stir occasionally, for about 10 minutes till apples are a golden, caramel color. See photo.
I like the shells to be very crisp and golden, so I pre-bake the shells for just a few minutes before adding the filling.
Place shells on baking sheet. Bake for approximately 3 - 4 minutes. Remove from oven.
Pop brie into shells and top with caramelized apples. See photo.
Bake for 5 to 8 minutes until brie is hot and melting.
Serve immediately.
Serve immediately.
Enjoy!
Posted by Susie on Sunday, November 3, 2013
It had been a very long time since we went to Maine in Autumn, too long really. Most of the tourists had hung up their beach towels and packed away the camping gear weeks ago, leaving a few diehards left to say “so long” to the season. The warm breezes had fled, replaced by crisp leaves, painterly skies and crackling logs. Most of the roadside lobster shacks were shuttered and stores were on a different schedule. That lovely feeling that you should stock your pantry, split more wood and put on another sweater had descended.
We were in luck that Cedarholm Garden Bay Inn was open till the end of October. We were warmly welcomed by George, Kristin, Barry and Joyce. The Inn was still as beautiful and spotless as it was on our last visit. We settled back into our little cabin in the woods overlooking Penobscot Bay, lit a fire and raised a glass to being back. There was a change that we took to right away…Kristin was now making homemade granola, and it was delicious. We are not used to a big breakfast, but found room to stuff in not just the granola, but also the fresh fruit and the still warm homemade sweet breads and muffins Joyce prepared every morning. Another change was that instead of beds of blooming perennials, we were met by dahlias… tall, imposing stalks topped by flowers that burst forth with all of the colors of the rainbow and then some.
George and Kristin are avid gardeners and their love for the dahlia proves it. You have to be committed to dahlias, they’re not a flower you can just plant and walk away. We we told that dahlias have to be scooped out of the earth after the first frost, then washed, treated, dried and divided before they’re off for their long winter’s nap in the cellar. In the Spring they are started in the greenhouse and when they are a certain size and the weather is favorable they are planted in their special beds. Are they worth all of this work? You decide.
Dana and I were intrigued by the dahlias, so Joyce gave us a brochure and directions to Endless Summer Flower Farm in Camden where we were in awe of row upon row of the tallest, most beautiful dahlias I had ever seen in one place at the same time…wow! Dana and I made notes of our favorites: Wyoming Wedding, Valley Rust Bucket, Valentine Lil and Cafe au Lait. We were told that we could order online and receive these little tubers in the Spring to begin our own dahlia adventure.
On our drive to the farm, we saw that the hills of wild blueberries were now a crimson carpet. All of the little blue beauties bursting with flavor were gone till next year. Most of them are now nestled in jars and freezers waiting to be used to make something wonderful like this gingerbread. A burst of spice, a pop of sweet served warm from the oven. A plop of whipped cream and a few more berries make this treat even more special. So far, I’ve received rave reviews for this recipe…one friend even said that he would prefer it over pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving! Whether you serve it then, or at your next Sunday Supper with your friends and family is up to you.
Gingerbread Cake with Blueberries
Yield: serves 8
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 40 minutes
Total Time: 1 hour
A burst of spice and a pop of sweet with a crunchy sugar topping.
Ingredients:
1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened
1 cup granulated sugar, plus 2 tablespoons
1 egg
2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup buttermilk
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 tablespoons molasses
1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
In a large mixing bowl, cream the butter and sugar together. Add egg, mix till combined.
In a medium bowl, sift together the flour, ginger, cinnamon, cloves and salt making sure that they are well blended.
In a small bowl, whisk together the buttermilk, baking soda and molasses.
Alternate mixing in the flour and the buttermilk to the creamed mixture till it is all combined. Gently fold in blueberries.
In a 9 x 9 x 2 baking dish, or 9 inch round pan, pour batter and sprinkle with 2 tablespoons of granulated sugar.
Bake for approximately 40 minutes or till a toothpick comes out clean.
Serve warm with whipped cream and fresh blueberries.
Enjoy!
Posted by Susie on Saturday, November 2, 2013
Jeff and I both knew that it would happen one day. Dana would walk out the door and come back very excited with something sparkling on her left hand. We just didn’t know who, or when, or where, till John. I honestly knew by the excitement in her voice the first time she met him that he was someone special. Over the last few years we figured that he was going to be the “who.” It wasn’t until we received a special e-mail from him, after he had already asked Jeff for her hand, that we knew the “when” and “where.” We were really touched that he included us in all of the fun. Dana had no idea of the date and place, although she knew that he was the guy…and that she was going to say, “yes!”
So, on a perfect September night, he asked…she said the obvious and then came the big surprise. John had planned a surprise engagement party. Have I told you how much Dana loves surprises? Her friends came from as close as Lincoln Park and as far away as Charleston and Washington D.C. There were lots of squeals and laughter and maybe a few tears (mostly from me). We are so very happy to welcome John to the family!
Then the wedding gears started turning and because they want to get married next year, those gears had to turn incredibly fast. Because of Dana and John’s careers, there was only one person who could sit on the phone for hours and hours and hours…me! So that friends, is what has been happening the last few weeks…that, and a trip to Maine. So, please forgive me for my absence in the blogosphere. But by now, you know me…family first.
Now things have settled into a mild roar, and I’m happy to be back sharing more Sunday Supper stories and recipes…that is until we get closer to the date…I might have to to into hiatus again, and I hope that you understand.
Posted by Susie on Saturday, August 31, 2013
I was born just south of the original Mason-Dixon line. Or at least, that’s what the historical marker along I-71 on the way to Columbus, Ohio says. Maybe that ‘s why I’m drawn to a style of cooking that I’ve tasted since I was very young based on fresh, local ingredients. Cooks from Southwestern Ohio, Southeastern Indiana, and Northern Kentucky had many of the same influences. It was, like all of the regions of our country, a melting pot. I’m proud to reflect those influences in what I cook.
My Aunt Mary was from Southeastern Indiana, but she taught me a style of cooking that you might think was more suited to the South. Lots of fresh veggies from her garden, paired with meat that she and Uncle Jack bought directly from the farmer and stored in their large chest freezers. All fresh, all local. Were they way ahead of their time, or just keeping with their roots?
Most of the time she slow simmered her veggies with smoked meat, for a deeply flavored dish that flash cooking can’t produce. The vegetables were not crisp, but didn’t need to be. They were laced with smoky, rich flavor. Or, she’d mix a fresh vegetable with dairy and slow bake till it reached a golden goodness. I’m thinking about her corn pudding. Straight from the garden to the oven with a run through the dairy barn.
She didn’t raise corn, but she’d instruct Uncle Jack to stop at the local farm stand where she would inspect every ear and pick 13 of the best for a “baker’s dozen.” I always smiled that the farmers were “bakers” as well. When I was young this fact was very confusing. I can still find farmers at my market that sell a “dozen” the same way today.
So, even though you might think that corn pudding is a Southern dish, it felt right at home in Aunt Mary’s kitchen. Which brings me to the Beaumont Inn.
The Beaumont Inn is located in Harrodsburg, Kentucky. It is one of my favorite places on Earth. Not because it’s set among the lush, rolling hills of Kentucky bluegrass, dotted with horse farms, antebellum mansions and famous bourbon distilleries. No, those are the perks that come with the trip. Why I really love it is because it takes me back to Aunt Mary’s table. Savory meat, vegetables fresh from the garden, topped off with the most decadent of desserts.
The Beaumont Inn got its start as Greenville Springs Spa in 1806. It became Beaumont College in 1895 and since 1917, five generations of the Dedman family have been gracious hosts to visitors. Beaumont Inn reaches out and shakes your hand and invites you in with Southern hospitality. It has been my retreat for a very long time. I walk through the heavy, tall door and feel the weight of Victorian opulence. The warm and inviting parlors, the “Cleopatra” clock, pictures of Civil War generals and pretty girls in period dresses.
I travel back in time when I’m there and as I walk into the dining room, I step right into my Aunt Mary’s kitchen. Although, even Aunt Mary didn’t make fried chicken this good! I’ve eaten a lot of fried chicken in my day, and theirs is the best, bar none. The crispy, golden skin is not heart healthy and it doesn’t make apologies for that. Since I only indulge about once a year, I don’t feel the least bit of guilt…well, maybe I feel a tiny bit guilty when I dive into in their Robert E. Lee cake with ice cream for dessert.
They are also famous for their corn pudding. Which reminded me of this heirloom recipe from my family. My version starts with lots of freshly creamed corn, not corn kernels, I’ve actually never had any corn pudding quite like this one. This is not custard with a few corn kernels poking through. It’s lush with fresh, sweet corn and therefore it really can only be made with fresh, not frozen corn. This recipe was handed down through my family and now on to you to share with you family and friends for your next Sunday Supper.
Besides the fresh corn, the “secret” to this recipe is using a hand grater like this to grate the kernels from the cob. Then take a knife and scrap all of the milky goodness into the bowl. This grater is the same one that my aunt used and has been passed down to me. If you don’t have this type of grater, a box grater could be used. but it won’t be as easy.
This recipe uses 10 ears of corn, that’s another of the secrets. You can’t get this type of rich corn flavor with a couple of ears of corn.
Here it is hot from the oven!
Fresh, Sweet Corn Pudding Recipe
Yield: 6 - 8 servings
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 1 hour, 15 minutes
Total Time: 1 1/2 hours
Freshly picked corn from the garden to the oven with a run through the dairy barn. Golden and delicious!
Ingredients:
10 ears fresh corn (either Silver Queen or Bi-Color), grated - This will render 2 cups grated corn
4 eggs
1 1/2 cups whole milk
2 tablespoons butter, melted
2 tablespoons flour
1 tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Butter a 2 quart glass or ceramic baking dish.
In a medium bowl, grate the corn. Be sure to scrape down the husks with a knife to release all liquid from husks.
In a large bowl, whisk the milk and eggs together then whisk in flour salt and sugar. Finally whisk in melted butter.
Stir the creamed corn into the milk/egg mixture until well blended.
Pour into buttered baking dish.
Bake for 1 hour and 15 minutes or till pudding is firm and golden brown on top (see picture).
Serve immediately.
Enjoy!
In our hectic world, most of us can't commit to having dinner with our family/friends every night, but maybe we can start to put aside Sunday to be together and share our lives and good food. Let's join together to inspire others to celebrate our old traditions and create new ones. 
