This recipe for Corn Fritters came from the 1949 edition of Joy of Cooking. (My mom wrote it out by hand for me as part of a wedding shower gift.)
1 cup cooked green corn or canned corn.
Beat until light and add:
6 tblsp. flour
1/2 tsp. any baking powder
1/8 tsp. nutmeg
Melt in a small skillet:
2 tblsp. butter
When it is very hot, add the batter by the tablespoonful. Permit the bottom of the cakes to brown, reverse them and brown the other side.
In the Joy of Cooking, the recipe begins with this story. My mom used to read to me.
When I was a child, one of eight, my father frequently promised us a marvelous treat. He, being an amateur horticulturist and arborculturist, would tell us of a fritter tree he was going to plant on the banks of a small lake filled with molasses, maple syrup or honey, to be located in our back yard. When one of our children felt the urge for the most delectable repast, all we had to do was to shake the tree, the fritters would drop into the lake and we could fish them out and eat fritters to our hearts’ content.
My mother was a good cook and a good helpmate, so she developed the fritter that was to grow on and fall from the tree into the lake of molasses or maple syrup or honey, as the case might be. Mr. William N. Matthews.
Joy of Cooking, 1949 excerpt, reprinted with publisher permission.
Guest Post by Mary Schmidt Schwaller
While researching genealogy, I found Lisa’s Shared Tastes blog. It had pictures of my Aunt Betty as well as some of her recipes. It was clear that she left her mark on her family. I wish I had known her. We both entered apple pies in contests. She won first place, I won second.
There is a picture of a birthday celebration; the meal was pork roast and sauerkraut. My dad Adrian, Betty’s younger brother, loved that meal. He used to say, “If I die today, I will die a happy man,” after eating it. This tradition lives on in Park Falls as this meal is served at most restaurants for “Sunday supper.”
We didn’t have much money so my parents had to be inventive when trying to create special treats. I clearly remember Sunday evening Disney movies on the TV and the dining room table full of homemade deep fried potato chips and French fries. The recipe would be as you would expect, fresh potatoes, boiling oil, and lots of salt.
Through the blog, I was able to connect with my California family. I have gotten to know my cousin Mary and was lucky enough to meet my cousin Peggy in October, 2016. It is odd how similar our lives have been even though we lived so far apart.
Lisa’s Notes about Names:
I asked my Aunt Mary (family historian) to help sort out the names for this post. Her response clarified why the confusion exists:
“Bud equals Adrian. Betty equals Elisabeth. Josie equals Joanne. Stanley equals Gus.”
“I asked Uncle Bud (Adrian Schmidt) once if anyone was ever called by their given name. He said the German community in Park Falls had nicknames for a lot of people. Below is part of an article he wrote for 100 Years on the Flambeau, a local history book about the Price County area in upper Wisconsin. Apparently nicknames were a tradition.”