Sister’s Tomato Pie…

1074E78D-FADF-4FD4-8E9B-B961C878D9EEOkay, you’re about to read one of the most delicious sentences I’ve ever written. I made a Tomato Pie. Those five words make my mouth water. Tomato Pie- and not just any tomato pie, my sister’s tomato pie is the best recipe. I use it every time I make one. I always say a prayer with that first bite- ‘Oh Lord, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.’

Now, maybe you’ve never eaten a southern tomato pie and if you haven’t? You don’t have any time to waste because it must be made with the freshest possible summer tomatoes. There are about 6-10 weeks in the summer when this is possible.

Tomato pies aren’t new, I personally can’t recall the first one I ever ate, but finding a recipe for a real one isn’t easy; of the many cookbooks I own- I think I found 2 recipes for tomato pie. Southern Living® Magazine has published several with a few variations. I found myself asking- why are tomato pie recipes so hard to find? Here’s what I’ve come up with…

  • Tomato Pie is a very seasonal recipe.
  • Tomato Pie requires very few ingredients and none that are exotic.
  • Tomato Pie is like so many other southern recipes, as common to the southern cook as cornbread, fried okra, steamed crowder peas, squash casserole and fried green tomatoes.
  • The origins are obscure, some think variations of Tomato Pies began in the early 1800’s, others think it became more common in the 1940’s.
  • Still others think it was a ladies’ luncheon food, had to be served right away and then we’re back to the seasonal aspect- a short season for making them.
  • And there is this-  some Southerners have never even heard of tomato pies.

I’ve recently been told by a friend that at an upscale farmers’ market- she recently purchased a tomato pie. I’m told tomato pies seem to be too labor intensive, I personally think it just falls in that category of how much you want one and are willing to take the time to make a tomato pie. There’s even a few shortcuts that can help you make one a bit faster, like using a purchased pie crust and bagged grated sharp cheddar cheese.

Folks in South Carolina, Georgia and Alabama seem to know about tomato pies. Here’s the thing about a tomato pie that I find interesting… Tomato pies are equally at home on the brunch table, a ladies luncheon or Sunday Dinner; make one and put a simple salad on the side and it’s a full meal, or fry up some pork chops, steam crowder peas, slice up some fresh cucumbers and sweet onions- maybe add a jalapeno pepper on the side and it’s one of our famous Southern Plate lunches.

733A36A0-B1D7-463B-9C24-6080F0C165ADFor Sunday Dinner it’s equally good with fried chicken or baked ham, tiny yeast rolls and fresh cooked pole beans or baby lima beans. Tomato Pie has enough confidence to sit alongside  flash fried softshell crab, pickled shrimp or broiled red snapper for an elegant meal.  Crumble crunchy bacon in it or over the top and you have a delicious variation of Tomato Pie.

If you’re tempted to make a tomato pie- you must use the recipe for my Sister’s Tomato Pie! I wish I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard-

  • ‘I made your sister’s tomato pie!’
  • ‘I’m having company over, I’m not sure whether they’ll like everything I’m fixing but I’m not worried because I’m making your sister’s tomato pie!’

Really! I’m not kidding…her recipe is renowned- maybe I’ll help make it even more famous- that depends on  you! I’ve kept her original directions written out for me. Here’s how to make – A80034B3-7D49-42D4-946F-6E04CA75A3C0

Sister’s Tomato Pie

1 Deep Dish piecrust. Bake for 10 minutes at 400 til lightly brown. Peel and drain on paper towels 3-4 medium tomatoes. Cut and rinse and drain and julienne 5-6 basil leaves. Meanwhile, mix 1/2 cup of mayo with 1/2 cup of sour cream. Place drained tomatoes in layers in pie crust. Sprinkle with salt and black pepper. Then sprinkle with basil. Top with mayo/ sour cream mix- then top with 8 oz. of fine grated sharp cheddar cheese. Bake for 45 minutes at 350. It is so good, making me hungry. Great by itself with salad or with baked chicken, pork etc. Enjoy, Sis

*Note- I often add chopped green onion tops to the sliced basil. And because I’m not as good at making a tomato pie as Sis is, I put 2 oz. of the shredded cheese on the bottom of the hot pie crust – then allow it to melt as it cools…to keep mine from getting soggy- hers never is- but hey, she’s the expert! I also spread the sour cream mixture to the edges of the tomatoes and make sure the grated sharp cheddar also covers the entire pie! And because oven temperatures vary- I often bake it at 375 for 30- 40 minutes or until the cheese is melted and bubbly. Allow to cool a bit before serving I used an 8 inch pie crust so mine makes 6 nice wedges.  Oh my,  Sis is right- it’s making me hungry…it’s so good! Here’s a pictorial of how mine came together…

 

I had some fresh grown tomatoes in our garden – our regular summer tomatoes and some very special San Marzano tomatoes, which we grew for the first time this year!  Some use heirloom tomatoes in various colors. The main thing is- use fresh summer tomatoes, peel and drain well! Others add a bit of finely chopped garlic and vary the herbs- but please don’t mess with it too much!  And as I mentioned before- feel free to fry several slices of good bacon and add to the pie or crumble on top before it’s served. This recipe also makes very good tartlets using very small tomatoes, like these cherry tomatoes and a cupcake pan- yield is about a dozen, great for serving a crowd! I did double this recipe to make two pies and it worked fine. 1074E78D-FADF-4FD4-8E9B-B961C878D9EE

A reminder, you don’t have much time left this summer to make a tomato pie, but if you do- I hope you’ll try my Sister’s Tomato Pie… it’s southern and it’s so good!

Love y’all, Camellia

*photographs are obviously mine.

Tomato Sandwiches…

We’ve had a good crop of tomatoes this year…and we’ve eaten more than our share of the most southern of all sandwiches…the Tomato Sandwich. I was reminded of this piece written back in 2016. My favorite line will always be – ‘the closer you live to a tomato vine, the better your life will be’ …hope y’all enjoy reading about Tomato Sandwiches , better yet I hope your summer includes some homegrown or farmers market tomatoes!

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Summer tomatoes are a delicacy. The closer you live to a tomato vine the better your life will be. There is nothing like the smell of a warm tomato on the vine, nothing. Here at Camellia’s Cottage-we not only hire a pet sitter, we hire someone to water our tomatoes if we’re gone on vacation!  We’ve even been known to bribe folks with tomatoes…‘If you’ll come by andpick up the mail, you can pick some tomatoes.’ Works every time.  We wait on the tomatoes , fret over them- we check on them, often. When we talk tomatoes- we say morbid things like –

  • ‘I think my tomatoes have blossom end rot’
  • ‘Well, the hornworms are going to get to the tomatoes.’
  • ‘I think a possum uprooted the tomato plants.’
  • ‘The birds are going to get all of the tomatoes if you don’t get them first.’
  • ‘This is the last year I’m going…

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Sunday Dinner…

6854D683-9F51-4907-BFFA-95097BD50926Southern cooks aren’t known for carefully measuring spices… we just pinch and sprinkle until we hear the hints and whispers of our ancestors – ‘Add another pinch, okay, that’s enough’. Our spirits tell us- even God surely loves Southern cooking…especially Sunday Dinner. For decades now, I’ve been cooking Sunday Dinner- it’s not like weekday lunches or suppers- when the call goes out ‘It’s ready! Come on in while it’s hot! Y’all come eat!‘ No, on Sundays, folks still use the southern term- ‘Dinner’-for the midday meal. I know it’s strange but down here.. lunch is dinner and dinner is called supper. Go figure, it’s just how we talk. This weekly meal is my effort of bringing my family together- whoever is around and will come…  with no TV blaring and no phone calls and cellphones down, please. There’s no phone call or talk show that can’t wait until Sunday Dinner is over… in fact, rarely a meal is eaten here at the cottage with any of that background noise. My momma used to say- ‘Cut that TV off, it’s so loud I can’t hear myself think!’

On Sundays, I step up to the fiery kitchen altars and cook. Call it a sacrifice, I call it devotion. Usually, it’s familiar food… I don’t think I have to tell you this…this special meal has it’s roots in my ancestral soil. Southern food is what we long for – all. week. long.

Sometimes it’s as simple as a Chicken Pie with tiny carrot coins and early peas. Lemon dressed Spring Greens, small Cucumbers and Cherry Tomatoes fresh from the vines, a side of cool salad- that’s what I fixed this past Sunday. Other times Sunday Dinner is more involved-

Fried Pork Chops, Gravy, Biscuits, Mashed Potatoes and Squash Casserole, maybe flat Green Beans and sliced Tomatoes. Or if the shrimp is fresh.. Jambalaya and cornbread.

Whether elaborate or plain and simple meals- on Sundays- Dessert always makes it’s way to the table. Maybe a cobbler or fresh berries with shortcake and whipped cream or plain sugared berries with our favorite summer berry topping- a dollop of sour cream and a generous sprinkle of brown sugar, especially after a heavy meal.

I could go on and on with this… but I’m getting ahead of myself. While I finish up the cooking- another comes in and pulls out the goblets for Iced Tea and if the table needs a few finishing touches….I appreciate the help. Then perhaps the best ritual of all is the one who settles in his seat- knowing we won’t eat a bite until he says…‘Y’all want me to say the blessing?’ We always say- ‘Yes’ .

That’s the thing about Sunday Dinner- we’re on our best behavior. Okay- we say the blessing at other meals- yet somehow it’s different, more reverent on Sundays. The blessing is said, the dishes are passed- there’s no boarding house reach- quiet requests like-

  • ‘Pass the peas, please’
  • ‘I think I’ll have another roll…maybe another helping’
  • ‘Could you pass the butter?’
  • When you can, pass me the salt and pepper.’ ‘
  • Thank you, oh, you’re welcome’… words that are so nice to hear.

Far from the bustling crowds, as they say- after a long week…Sunday Dinner calms the soul, truly it does. It wouldn’t be authentic to say that Sunday Dinner here is a high culinary experience unless you haven’t run up on one in a long time…the love of Southern Food is what we all have in common- and that makes for an uncommon experience.

The southern cook has a tendency to be concerned; is the food she’s cooked is up to her usual high standards- she might say…

  • ‘That cornbread didn’t turn out as good this time, seems dry’ or
  • ‘How in the world did I get these beans so salty…
  • hand it here, let me see what I can do with it.’
  • Or maybe the dish comes to the table with warnings…
  • Now, y’all watch out- that casserole just came out of the oven and it’s hot as fire’ or
  • ‘Now, don’t y’all add a drop of hot sauce to my jambalaya until you taste it- I added cayenne and red pepper flakes! It’s already as hot as the hinges on the devil’s back door!’

As the meal winds down; you have to sit up a bit straighter so your stomach can manage the load you shoveled in, so you can eat just a bite of dessert; yeah, right…. Words that are music to the Sunday cook’s ears are…

  • ‘That was soo good…’
  • I enjoyed my dinner’
  • ‘Let me help you rinse these dishes’
  • Those words are a surefire way to get a response…
  • ‘Wouldn’t you like to take some home with you? Maybe for your lunch tomorrow, keep you from having to cook.
  • Go ahead take some of those extra cucumbers home too!’

Sunday Dinner or any Southern meal for that matter, is a table loaded with ancestral foods…it has an effect on folks. They can disagree on everything under the sun- but set ’em down to eat? Something mystical occurs… I can’t explain it, I’m not sure how the alchemy happens… yet I’ve seen it so many times- there’s no denying folks become gentler, easier to get along with… agreeable that’s the word. Gracious, quiet murmurs and kind. Eating our ancestral foods, with common spices and well understood combinations- well now, that is a life altering experience if there ever is one. Hopefully, by God’s grace… I’ll be able to take part in the making of Sunday Dinner until I’m promoted to Glory.

Love y’all, Camellia

*All photographs are obviously mine.

Sinking Spells…

It’s been so hot here, the sap rising from the porch floor boards, the paint’s cracked and is threatening to curl up and die. And if there was a chicken trying to cross the hot pavement on the road- I can just about guarantee that she’d be hopscotching or flopping trying to get to the other side…when she’d collapse in a bonafide sinking spell! My grandmother had a barometer on her wall for just such occasions when thunder and lightening threatened to break the heat by throwing a big storm or wind and rain- just to cool things off… she’d always blame such maladies like Sinking Spells on the barometric pressure among other things… I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote a few summers ago about this very subject! Love y’all and stay cool…

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vintage woman on fainting couchSouthern Ladies are known for vague conditions and symptoms, like Sinking Spells. We’re not looking for medical terms or specifics. We prefer eccentric descriptive health conditions like:

  • Having a Come Apart, Being in a Fog, In a Rigor
  • Suffering from the Change of Seasons, a Crying Jag or being absolutely Mortified
  • Wasting Away, Catching a Chill or In a State of Abject Horror
  • Being covered with Chigger Bites, Flustrated, or Working ourselves into a State.

We know the value and consequences of various Fits- Hissy Fits, Conniption Fits, Running Fits and if the situation calls for it- we might even Pitch a Fit. There are vague Nervous Conditions too, which are never labelled with Capital Letters. Nervous conditions are described in more colorful terms:

  • A Basket Case
  • Gone Over a Cliff
  • Being High Strung
  • Falling to Pieces (which made Patsy Cline a major Grand Ol’ Opry Star)
  • Breaking to Bits, Melancholia
  • Flighty, Nervous Ninnies, Having Spots before Our Eyes

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The Bird’s Nest…

719B2E01-6F3A-48B2-A501-289E21B1D32EOk, I admit it, the mailbox is old and needs to be replaced… it’s one of those jobs we’ve put off doing. The mailbox isn’t in a great location to begin with and our other options aren’t that great. The postal workers are good sports about it, even though the red flag has been long gone and the mailbox tends to stand open almost all the time… to be honest it’s a busy box. We were surprised this year in early May to discover at the very back of the mailbox- there was a bird’s nest! Of all places…

Here at the cottage, we’re used to finding bird’s nests- one favorite spot seems to be right above the front door, which I frankly find charming. We don’t disturb those front door nests or any others we find. Occasionally we’ve had a front door nest fall on the doormat and tried to put it back, knowing it probably wouldn’t be used again, since we’ve touched it. Another favorite spot seems to be among the rose bushes along the picket fence out front. We know this, we don’t disturb them, we like them! To me, a bird’s nest is one of the most hopeful things in nature. This year in January, it was time to cut the roses back hard- they had become leggy and too tall, so we took a few inches off at a time, precisely to keep from disturbing any unseen bird’s nests, since we’ve noticed they’re used over again.  We found no rose bush nests this time, so the pruning was done… Now, I’m no expert on birding or bird nest building but I have to admit I have a strong admiration for their building skills- some are works of art and some are sort of messy but still charming.

18863792-0A9F-42CE-8324-3BF4D5B2222EWe left one for several years- which had been built in a galvanized pitcher left on it’s side was under a little outbuilding. Finally we decided that it had been abandoned. That nest was so well built, I haven’t been able to dislodge it. I keep it, I love to look at it. I’ve even named it’s photograph- ‘Empty Nest’.  I’ve even built a few faux nests by using craft store ‘nests’ and embellishing them- especially around Eastertime.

The mailbox nest was a puzzle- weeks went by… we kept watch on it -no activity was detected. I even mused that perhaps it was a vacation home, since the only quiet time for the mailbox would have been on Saturday afternoons, Sundays and occasional Monday holidays. A few days ago, when I removed the mail, which included a package, several catalogs and a magazine.. and a long envelope, the nest came forward with the letter! I tugged on it to see if there was any sign of tiny feathers or eggshell shards….nothing to indicate that the nest had been inhabited. I snapped a picture and left it. Then, I engaged in some covert bird watching to see if a flurry of sparrows or finches or brown thrush would flutter around it. Nothing.  I named the photograph ‘Special Delivery’4E3622E3-8FC3-4555-AFA0-BFE5003A4D06

Later in the day, I removed it and inspected the mailbox nest further- a veritable work of art, look at the perfectly round entrance, protective entrance twigs and the edging of moss! Hmm…I wondered who had been pilfering the bright green moss I had used on the urns by the front door! Some little feathered friends! I marveled at the tiny birds who were making a lovely nest…far back in the darkened and dilapidated mailbox…. I have to admit, there was an element of sadness to think such a pretty nest had never become a place of rest for a momma bird to lay her eggs, raise her young, feed them worms from our garden and finally teach these little ones to fly- and yet, what lesson in nesting… of using our gifts, putting forth the effort to build a home and adding beauty no matter where we are!

Love y’all, Camellia

* photographs are obviously mine. *Please don’t remove a bird’s nest if you find one…don’t disturb or touch it either, unless you find something unusual like this or an obviously abandoned nest! Thank you! 66C4041F-FC76-482E-BB36-94694EC2A3A0*I’ve put this one on display for now and I consider the nest to be a rare find, a natural wonder and a treasure!