leather britches, leather britches beans noun
Green beans put on a thread or string (as at a bean stringing), dried in the pod by hanging on the porch or by the fireplace or by laying in trays or on scaffolds in the sun, and preserved for later boiling in water and winter consumption.
1913 Kephart Our Sthn High 292 Beans dried in the pod then boiled, "hull and all," are called leather -breeches. 1939 Hall Coll. Hazel Creek NC They'd dry their beans, yes. They'd dry leather britches beans they called it. I dry mine in the sun. My grandmother dried hers on a string, hung them up in the porch or around the fireplace and dried 'em. I still dry those leather britches beans. That's what they called 'em then. (Clara Crisp) 1957 Parris My Mts 212 It's a flour sack filled with dried beans-in-the-hull which mountain folks call "leather-britches." 1975 Jackson Unusual Words 155 Dried beans had numerous names-leather-britches, fodder beans, shuck beans, and dry hulls. 1977 Shields Cades Cove 36 These were known as "leather britches" beans, and when rehydrated, cooked, and properly seasoned, they were delicious. 1978 Montgomery White Pine Coll. III-2 Our beans we would dry them. They called them leather britches, and you'd string them on your string till you got something like a yard long, then you'd hang them in the smokehouse or somewhere when it was warm weather and they'd dry out. Then all you'd have to do in the winter if you took a notion for green beans why you could go get your leather britches and put them in the water and soak them overnight and you'd just have a livelier spell of green beans than you ever had when they come out of the garden. 1982 Smokies Heritage 66 = long string beans strung together by needle and thread then hung upon the cabin or smokehouse wall to dry. 1986 Ogle Lucinda 50 So they would dry fruit and berries of all kinds also string green beans with a needle and thread and hang to dry. These were called fodder or leather britches.
It's been a few years since we've strung up any leather britches, but we've got them on our to do list for this summer. If you've never had leather britches they are very good, but have a completely different taste than fresh green beans or ones that have been canned.
p.s. The Pressley Girls will be playing August 5, 2017 @ 8:00 p.m. Unicoi State Park in Helen GA.
"To many a mountain woman who grew up at a time when the kitchen stove occupied most of her 16-hour-long day, pickling is a heap sight more than just preparing cucumbers.
"It's most every thing," said Mrs. Tennie Priscilla Cloer. "It's meats and fruits and vegetables."
"I came along at a time you had to plan ahead for the long, cold winter months when the food came mainly from the cellar," she recalled. "You pickled and preserved all sorts of things."
"We pickled beets and beans and corn, watermelon rind and tomatoes and kraut, cherries and apples and peaches," she said...
"Pickling's a lot different now from what it was back when I was coming on. Back then we didn't have glass jars. We did our pickling in two-gallon and three-gallon stone jars and put beeswax paper over them as a cover. "I was 18 years old before I ever saw a glass jar. The first ones were half gallon jars and very thin. Later they got out a green glass jar and it was better, didn't break so easily."
"As a child, I remember my mother used 30-gallon cider barrels to pickle her beans and kraut and corn in. She had one barrel full of beans, one full of kraut, and one full of corn. It was enough to last the family over the winter."
So far, I've only made one run of pickles this summer, but I'm hoping to make more. Here are some of my favorite pickling recipes.
- Aunt Lee's Bread And Butter Pickles
- Pickled Beets
- 14 Day Pickles
- B. Ruth's Red Wine Vinegar Instant Pickles
- Frankie Chastain's Hot Green Tomato and Pepper Pickles
A noun Sauerkraut, widely made in the mountains, stored in barrels and kept for winter consumption. The food is the most significant German contribution to mountain cuisine, and the term is one of the very few from German in the mountain vocabulary.
1913 Kephart Our Sthn High 289-90 In the vocabulary of the mountaineers I have detected only three words of directly foreign origin. Doney is one. Another is kraut, which is the sole contribution to highland speech of those numerous Germans (mostly Pennsylvania Dutch) who joined the first settlers in this region, and whose descendants, under wondrously anglicized names, form to-day a considerable element of the highland population [note: sashiate is the third word, according to Kephart]. 1939 Walker Mtneer Looks 3 The German word kraut survived, for the obvious reason that there was no equivalent in the technical vocabulary of the Scotch-Irish housewife. 1960 Mason Memoir 15 The barrels were utilized as containers for the storage of such mountain comodities [sic] as saur kraut, pickled beans, bleached apples, and pumpkin butter. 1962 Hall Coll. Newport TN A pregnant woman will spoil kraut or [the] mash for a run of liquor...A woman, when her menstrual period is on, when she makes kraut, it'll rot. (Burl McGaha) GSMNP-80:15 We would put a cloth over the kraut now and pickled beans, and we'd put this big plank and then we'd hunt and get us a big heavy rock, wash hit off right clean and put it on the plank and that would mash it down in below kraut, and that's how we would have it, you know, the kraut and pickled beans, [and] you know that kraut was so good we would just go get us a handful, squeeze the juice out and just eat a handful. 1977 Madden and Jones Mt Home 27 Pickled beans and kraut were kept in large stone crocks in the spring-house.
*B verb To make sauerkraut of.
1917 Kephart Word-list 413 I don't do like old Mis' Posey, kraut my cabbage whole.
More than a few interesting tid-bits in the definition for kraut from the Dictionary of Smoky Mountain English.
I wonder if Kephart's statement about the three words is true? And I wonder what in the heck sashiate means?
I've always heard a woman who is menstruating can't help put up kraut or pickled beans and corn, but never heard about it effecting liquor. And I've never heard anything of the sort said about a pregnant woman.
Papaw Tony said his mother would make several crocks of kraut each year. She would can the kraut as a crock made, but she left the last run of the year and they would eat that crock before using the canned kraut. Papaw's mother krauted the core of the cabbage to. Similar to the person in the definition, Papaw would sneak and stick his dirty little hand down in the crock and dig around until he found a core to eat.
I can't imagine krauting a whole cabbage-I wonder if it would work?
I'll leave you with a few kraut posts from the archives of the Blind Pig and The Acorn
- The Pressley Girls will be playing Saturday May 27 at 7:00 p.m. in the Smoky Mountain Theater in Bryson City NC. The cost of admission is 10 dollars and all money raised will be used for maintenance of the Lauada Cemetery.
- The Pressley Girls will also be performing Sunday May 28 at TBA in Blairsville GA at the Spring Arts and Crafts Festival.
Each of us have memories that are connected to food. Typically those remembrances are directly related to our childhood, you know the things we ate around the family table like the chocolate gravy I told you about earlier this week.
A few years ago I shared my thoughts about memories which are connected to food you put up yourself. Here's a portion of that old post:
"Recently I watched the rain come down in sheets while I ate apples I dried back in the fall. As I munched my tasty apples, I realized there's another reason why things we put up are good.
On a yucky dreary day my dried apples gave me sunshine; a slice of crystal clear Georgia sky; and the sounds of 4-wheelers and giggling girls. In other words my apples gave me a swirl of good memories from the day I dried them.
I've long realized we have memories and emotions tied to certain foods-like how we can taste a certain food and instantly be taken back to childhood. But I've never before thought of food in connection to the actual day it was made.
I'm positive the next jar of tomatoes I open I'll smell the hot summer sun shining on the green leaves and the next time I cook a jar of greenbeans for supper I'll think of the early summer days when we planted them together in Pap's big garden with friendly banter back and forth among us all."
I've kept pondering on the idea of food I put up being tied to the memory of the day I put it up.
I couldn't seem to care about none of my growing things after Pap died. But last fall as The Deer Hunter and I harvested the largest crop of apples we've ever grown I felt hopeful. Hopeful that all those apples would make some delicious applesauce for us, hopeful that I would dry apples from them for snacks and for a Christmas apple stack cake, hopeful because I knew Pap would be so proud of those apples.
So in some weird, maybe even silly way my canned applesauce became wrapped up in my grieving process for Pap. Now each jar I open reminds me of the hope and sunshine that came after the greatest rain of my life.
I'm most familiar with using pumpkins for pies, breads, rolls, roasted seeds, and decorations. I know folks used to eat pumpkin stewed as you would potatoes and that folks dried the pumpkin for using in soups and other things. While flipping through These Storied Mountains written by John Parris I came across an article he wrote about other ways folks in the mountains of Western North Carolina used pumpkin in days gone by.
Pumpkin Is More Than Just Pie by John Parris
Some mountain women make a pudding of boiled pumpkin. And some still make pumpkin molasses, which provided sweetenting in grandma's day. Back then the word "molasses" was used in the same way we use "syrup" today. When cooked for a long time in a large quantity of water, strained and the water further reduced by boiling you have pumpkin molasses.
Then there is pumpkin whiskey.
As knowledgeable old-timers will tell you, pumpkin whiskey is a heap sight easier to make than corn whiskey, and not as risky. All you need is sugar and a good-sized pumpkin. You cut a plug out of the top of the pumpkin, clean out the seeds and the pulpy mass to the meat. Then you pack the hollowed out pumpkin full of sugar, replace the plug, seal it with wax, and set the pumpkin under the bed or in a dark place. In a week or so the sugar has turned to liquid and you've got yourself a quart or so of whiskey.
The pumpkin, truly a symbol of autumn, is deeprooted in American Life.
In the early days, it was used stewed in soups, in stews, in pie and pudding. The flesh was dried for winter and early spring. The seeds were used as a delicacy. The early settlers here in the hills learned to grow them in their fields of corn. It was common practice 50 years ago to plant a seed of pumkin in a hill of corn. To the pioneers, the pumpkin was one of the most versatile of vegetables.
Pumpkin could be stored in the fall, down under the fodder bundles, and then served as a vegetable-peeled and boiled, it was then fried- through most of the winter. It could be dried, or freshly cooked, and put into the cornbread batter.
Most of us think of pumpkin pies when we see a wagonload of pumpkins or pumpkins sitting on the back porch or lying at the barn door waiting to be stored down under the fodder. But pumpkin is more than just pie. It is bread and a pudding, a butter and a molasses. And many a mountain family right now is savoring one or all of them.
I hope you enjoyed the old article written by John Parris. His description of pumpkin molasses made me think of the old saying waste not want not. By simply using pumpkin and water they laid up good thoughts for the sweetness that would be added to their family's plates in the coming months purchased only by the work of their hands.
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*Source: These Storied Mountains: Pumpkin Is More Than Pie written by John Parris
This post was originally published here on the Blind Pig and the Acorn in 2009.
When Pap was a boy, corn was the most important crop folks grew-I guess it still is for many farmers. Corn not only helped people survive through the winter, it was also necessary to ensure the farm animals survived the winter months too.
Here in the Southern Highlands of Appalachia, it was typical for folks to leave their corn in the field until it had been frosted on a few times and was completely dried out before the process of gathering was started. The corn in those days was different from the sweet corn most of us are familiar with today. It's often called field corn.
Pap's family's first step in the process was to top the corn. The tops of the corn stalk were cut out just above the ears of corn. As they gathered several tops and bundled them together they became tops of fodder for the animals. Pap said tops could be stored out in the field and didn't have to be stored in a shed or barn. The topping portion took up to a week or more to complete depending of course on how much corn you had.
The second step was to gather shocks of fodder. They would go back to each stalk and pull all the dried leaves from it, tying the leaves into shocks of fodder. Pap said these were usually kept inside the barn or corn crib. This process also took about a week or so depending on the amount of corn.
The last part-was actually gathering the ears of corn. Pap said folks in this area sometimes waited as long as December to gather the corn. Leaving the ears on the stalk longer ensured the corn was completely dried out. After gathering the corn, most folks left the shucks on until they needed to use the corn. Pap said leaving the shucks on helped deter mice and weevils from getting in your corn. Although, Pap does recall some folks hosting corn shucking parties where folks gathered to shuck corn and visit with one another.
Pap's favorite part of gathering corn was the camaraderie. Neighbors would join together to help one another with their corn. Pap said the women would always cook a big meal for the men to eat. Even though they were working in the field all day, Pap said corn gathering was still fun to him.
Recently Pap and I have been assisting a local historian document the oldest houses in our area. One day last, week Pap took us to the old Bollard place. I've drove past the old house my whole life and never realized it was there-tucked back in the woods.
We were amazed the house still had a few personal items in it even though it is falling down and slowly being reclaimed by nature. While we were there Pap's memories started bubbling up to the surface of his mind and he recalled one corn gathering dinner from his childhood that took place in the old home.
After a day spent in the field the men were sitting down to eat. A team of horses with a wagon load of corn was standing by a couple of sheds up above the house. There was also a team of steer hitched to a wagon full of corn. The steer had real long curved horns. Pap said something spooked the steer and they took off on their own, running into the horses. One of the horses was cut by a steer horn. The horn sliced the horse's stomach open and part of it's insides came out. Pap said he'd never forget his Grandpa washed the horse's guts off with soapy water and tucked them back inside it's stomach and sewed the wound up with a piece of sea grass string. The horse lived.
Nature has laid claim to the old homeplace. It's hard to envision the woods surrounding the house being open enough for wagons to travel through, hard to imagine folks gathering to eat in the old house. But the wagons, the corn, the food, and the sea grass stitches are still there, locked in Pap's memories.
p.s. The Rada Pie Server giveaway ends today-so be sure to go enter if you haven't!
p.s.s. The Pressley Girls will be playing tonight Friday August 26 @ 6:00 p.m. at the Crane Creek Vineyards in Young Harris, GA
Last week Kim, a Blind Pig reader and a friend, posted about making peach jelly from peelings on Instagram. I asked her to share the recipe with me and she did.
Granny taught me to make apple jelly from apple peelings, but I had never thought about using peach peelings in the same way.
Miss Cindy brought us a basket of white peaches from the farmer's market and I was already planning to make a pan of Peach Bars. After I read the recipe Kim sent I thought "This is going to work out perfect. I can save the peelings from the peaches I use to make the bars and make jelly with them." And that is exactly what I did.
I had to borrow a pack of sure jel from Granny to make the jelly. She asked what I was making and after I told her she said "You should just make peach preserves like I do. That jelly will have peach fuzz in it." Before I could say anything Chatter said "No it wont' Granny. Every time I eat a peach I eat the peeling too and it don't taste fuzzy."
Well Granny still didn't think I should make the jelly, but I did and it is wonderful! The jelly has a real peach taste and since I used white peaches it is a pretty light orangey pink color.
Here is the recipe Kim sent me: Peach Jelly - The Easy Way.
After I made the jelly I remembered reading that peach seeds can be poisonous. A quick google assured me that you'd have to ingest a whole heck of a lot of ground up peach seeds to be poisoned. If you'd rather leave the peach seeds out of the juice process just to be on the safe side, I don't think it will make any difference in the way the recipe turns out.
Do you like pickled peaches? I have never tasted them myself, but I have heard other folks say they love them.
Pap and Granny have never had them either. One time I asked Pap about pickled peaches, he said "No I never ate pickled peaches and I can't hardly think they'd be better pickled than not pickled."
Like Pap I just can't imagine wanting to pickle a peach, but my curiosity finally got the best of me.
Miss Cindy gifted me with a whole basket full of peaches last week and I decided I'd try my hand at making pickled peaches.
Since I don't know if we will like them, I only made 3 jars. Three jars that could have been 2 jars since I failed at getting the peaches crammed into the jars.
I used Jim Casada's recipe-only cutting it way down to the amount of peaches I decided to sacrifice for making something I've never tasted before. You can see Jim's recipe here.
When I open a jar I'll let you know how the taste test turns out.
Now you tell me-do you like pickled peaches?
The pickled beet recipe I prefer to use can be found in the Ball Blue Book of Preserving. I've tried pickled beet recipes that called for onions and other things, but they all seemed too complicated for my bunch. I've found simple is often what works best for us.
I cook and peel them like Miss Cindy taught me to do years ago. It's so much easier to peel them after they're cooked.
I slice the cooked beets and then see if I have 3 quarts. Sometimes I end up with 6 quarts. If I do, I doubled the recipe and it works out perfect. *The measurements below are for a single run of pickles using 3 quarts of beets.
In a large stock pot combine: sugar, cinnamon, whole allspice, salt; vinegar, and water. Bring mixture to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes. The ball recipe says to remove the cinnamon sticks at this point, but I leave them and just make sure one doesn't go into the jars as I finish the pickles.
While the pickling mixture is simmering sterilize your jars. The Deer Hunter likes to heat his jars in the oven, I prefer to use a dishpan full of simmering water.
Print Pickled Beets Recipe (right click on link to print recipe)
I have beets in the garden ready to pickle, I hope to accomplish that task next week sometime. Do you like pickled beets? The Deer Hunter and I love them-the girls not so much. Chatter and Chitter say pickled beets taste like dirt. I say I know they do but I still like them!
My Sow True Seed Kale has done so well that I've had plenty to eat and plenty to put away. I figured the quickest and easiest route to preserve my excess kale would be to freeze it. I looked in my preserving books and all of them said to blanch the kale for 2 to 3 minutes in boiling water. I didn't want to blanch my kale, I wanted an easier way out.
A few googles landed me on this blog 365 Days of Kale. Wow I thought this is just what I need with my abundance of kale.
I quickly found this page where the blog author gives the same directions for freezing kale as most of my books did. But...she says she has heard about a farm that doensn't blanch their kale before freezing-they just wash and freeze. Several commenters chime in that they don't blanch their kale either. That's all I needed to hear.
I took my largest bowl out to the kale bed and just started cutting. I didn't worry about keeping the varieties separate. Once I was done cutting I brought the kale in and looked it over good-got rid of the bugs and woody stems. Then I gave the kale a wash.
I portioned the kale out into freezer bags and wrote kale and the date on it so I'd know what it was when I was looking in the freezer later this winter. Easy peasy!