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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Pappa C's Mac 'N Cheese

Here it is!

The ultimate comfort food, known to cure sadness, headaches, morning sickness and especially that "after-church-didn't-I-eat-anything-for-breakfast?" kind of hunger.  This recipe involves everyday ingredients that, unfortunately for my best nutritional efforts, are usually in my fridge and cabinets.
First you need:
salted butter - the "realer" the better. 
 I've used margarine before and gotten OK results, but Pappa uses the real thing.  
Next you need:


Pappa uses self-rising flour, I have used all-purpose in the past.  Pappa's Mac is always better than mine, you decide.  All I'm saying is that, in a pinch, all-purpose flour will work but will not be the BEST.


Next, whatever kind of milk floats your boat, or your pasta, as the case may be.
With these three simple ingredients we are going to make a fancy sounding French sauce called béchamel.  (I don't say that word around these parts.  Makes my Man sweat a little bit to hear that we're eating French food!) Béchamel sauce is simply what is referred to in cookbooks as white sauce. White sauce can be adjusted to whatever thickness the recipe requires.  Pappa's béchamel sauce is thinnish.

First, melt 4 Tablespoons (1/2 of a stick) of butter in a sauce pan. 


 Add a generous tablespoon of the self-rising flour and stir to combine.  Allow the butter and flour to cook for a few minutes so that the flour flavor is cooked away.  




Finally, add 2 and 1/2 cups of milk, salt and pepper to taste, and whisk constantly (unless you have a two year old, then you should whisk then check on her then whisk a bit more then check on her, etc. which will save you from cleaning up any number of disasters) until the mixture comes to a boil.  Allow to boil for a minute or so then remove from heat and let cool just a little bit.


Meanwhile, on another burner, cook the macaroni noodles in a large pot of salted water until they are barely soft (they'll cook the rest of the way in the oven).  Strain them, and place in a 9x13 casserole dish.

Pour the white sauce over the pasta in the casserole dish.  Stir to evenly distribute.
Now for the star of the show...
No Molly! Not you...hold up that bag!
The CHEESE! Now, this part is important.  Pay attention because if Pappa Charles comes to visit you and you tell him you've got cheese for this dish and you have merely "Cheddar" and not "Sharp Cheddar" Pappa will give you this very scary look and head down to Kroger and commandeer some "Sharp Cheddar".  So please only Sharp Cheddar for this dish, you must promise.  I'm tellin' ya, that look of Pappa's is scary!
Swipe the bag of cheese from your two year old and sprinkle two cups of the SHARP cheddar over the macaroni and white sauce 


and stir gently as the cheese melts.


At this point you will have to try really hard not to break out a spoon and begin eating.   It's good this way, I'm told, but it tastes much better after it's baked.  Instead, add more SHARP cheddar to top the casserole dish and head to the oven.


Bake in a 350 degree oven until bubbly.  If you choose, you can turn on the broiler after baking and brown the cheese to the desired color (but really, why prolong the process??).

When it looks like this:


  and this...


...remove from oven and eat. Be careful not to burn your mouth.  You'll want to take a bite looooooonnnnggg before it's cool enough.  I always do!

Papa C's Mac 'N Cheese:

Enjoy! 
1/2 pound elbow macaroni
1/2 stick of butter (4 TBSP)
1 (heaping) tablespoon self-rising flour
2 1/2 cups milk
2 cups SHARP (only!) cheddar cheese, shredded plus more for topping
salt and pepper to taste

THANKS PAPPA CHARLES!!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Meet Pappa & Weeta

Our children are blessed with an abundance of wonderful adults in their lives who encourage them, care for them, pray for them, and plainly love them.  From their first days on this earth, they have enjoyed the active presence of both sets of grandparents in their lives.  Grandparents who would travel hours and hours just to spend time with them when we lived far away and who continue to travel to this event and that one to see them in the various activities and sports in which the kids are active, now that we live closer to them.

The kids also have another set of special people who have invested uncountable hours and miles into their lives and hearts, we affectionately call this amazing couple "Pappa Charles and Weeta".

Pappa and Weeta adopted Darrin and I when we began serving in our first "grown-up church".  That is not to say that the church was filled only with grown-ups, but instead it was the first church that we served which counted on us actually having grown-up.  (I'm certain if you took a poll at that dear church regarding the status of our "grown-up-ness" upon our arrival in their fellowship, the results would be quite mixed.)
Weeta, whose real name is Juanita, is the church secretary at our former church, and has been for over thirty years.  Pappa Charles, well, he's simply the luckiest man I know to have married so well.

These dear folks took great pity on the green twenty-somethings that we were, far from home and family, and took us in as if we were their own.  When Cole and Megan were born, Pappa and Weeta  were right there, to see their fresh little faces.  When the children were too much for me and I needed a break, they were right there, calling and asking us to please go out on a date and bring the kids over.  When the kids were sick and we needed to go anywhere, they were right there taking care of them.  If too much time had passed between date nights, the phone would ring and a deep, deep voice on the other end of the line would say, "'Bout time for a date, don't you think?" Juanita would then stop by our home on one end of town and pick up the children on her way home from work, and take them to her home on the other side of town, where she and Pappa Charles would feed them supper, take care of them, and then bring them back to our house and put them in their own beds and wait there for us to come home often very late in the night.

When Sunday rolled around we enjoyed a standing invitation to dinner after church at Pappa and Weeta's house.  We'd race home, change clothes and take absolutely nothing with us but our appetites and our children and eat like royalty until we couldn't hold another ounce.  Then we'd retire to the living room and doze contentedly for a bit and then head home to get ready to do church all over again in the evening. We faithfully kept this up for almost six years.  It was difficult eating all of that food and wallowing in all of that love, but we were determined to remain strong.

It should be no surprise that when our little family was called to a church far, far north of our first "grown-up" church, leaving Pappa and Weeta was the most difficult fact to face.  They handled it with grace and we with many tears.  I'll never forget those last good-byes as we loaded the children into the car and moved away.

In the years that have followed, Pappa and Weeta have stayed faithfully involved in the kids' lives and have welcomed Kate and Molly (our Yankee children) as two more of their own.  Packages arrive from the south on a regular basis celebrating birthdays, holidays, back-to-school time, and many packages arrive just because.  When the kids are spotted in adorable new outfits, it is most often a result of receiving a  "Weeta" original in one of those care packages.






I once overheard Cole talking with another child about grandparents.  Cole was saying that he had a Grandma and Grandpa, a Mamma and Pappa (pronounced Mammaw & Pappaw), and a Pappa and a Weeta. The other child asked who Pappa and Weeta were to which Cole responded, "You mean you don't have a Pappa and a Weeta?" He felt so sorry for the other kid.  He thought everybody had a Pappa and Weeta.  Everyone should be so blessed!

One very new little guy who arrived in February is enjoying the blessings of Pappa and Weeta these days. His name is Noah and he is Weeta and Pappa's first grandbabby that can be traced on an official family tree.  Cole and Meg like to think that they got Pappa and Weeta ready for Noah and they think that they did a wonderful job.

Pappa and Weeta don't only send packages north on a regular basis, they also appear in person a few times each year (they were present for every one of Cole's first 10 birthdays).  They come bearing all sorts of wonderful things from the south including but not limited to: pecans by the gallon, huge tomatoes by the box, homemade cheese straws, lots of strawberries red and sweet long before they are in season here, and bags full of coins for the kids to divide amongst themselves.

With each visit I make it a point to get out of Pappa's way in the kitchen just long enough for him to make my favorite, favorite, favorite dish because though I have the recipe and I try often, I am unable to achieve the perfection with which Pappa makes his masterpiece.  Pappa and Weeta came to visit a few months ago and this time when Pappa entered "Kitchen Stadium" I was granted permission to take pictures (or rather I announced that I was going to take pictures, Pappa doesn't like pictures).

So, in the next post, I will share with you, Dear Reader, the recipe, the pictures, and the culinary joy that results when Pappa Charles comes to town!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Grandparent Camp

We're all flung about this month as this family member and that one have been at Camp Pappa & Mamma. First Cole left us for parts southwest for his turn at camp, then after a twice extended stay, Megan was swapped for Cole and has been a "happy camper" for the last week. Today, Kate will be exchanged for Meg, and off to Mamma & Pappa's (and Aunt Sherri & Uncle Mike's) she will travel.

Kate, a'twitter with anticipation, has had her clothes laid out to be packed for 3 days! After two days of begging me to get out her suitcase, I relented and she's already to go. Honestly, she needed no help except a reminder to take her swimsuit and her toothbrush. Everything else, including 4 pairs of shoes - no problem. Babydoll Ethel is packed and waiting with her own bags as is a backpack full of books "to entertain me on the way." Cole's entire week's worth of clothing, etc. was packed in one single backpack and Meg took one small suitcase! Viva, la difference.


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