Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Pudding Forever

Once upon a time, not too terribly long ago, I was a girl-child.  More specifically, I was an Air Force Brat living in the great state of North Dakota.  Each summer we would make the trip, by car, to my parents home in the state of Kentucky.  My most pronounced memories are of us taking this trip in a Honda Civic.  

That's right.....I said four people in a Honda Civic on a two-day marathon drive.  



I would take turns staying with both sets of grandparents.  Both equally influencing me in ways I couldn't understand in that given moment.  Once, when I was staying with my Mom's parents, we were invited to supper at my grandmother's friends' house.  



My grandmother, Bird, had been longtime friends with Minnie, a tall, very slender woman who lived on a farm with her husband.  Minnie had raised three children and was grandmother to several.  Minnie also lived in a holler.  A place so remote that there was no access road out of it.  You had to turn around and drive back out to your destination.  

She lived in a plain, Federal style farmhouse that had kittens in the front yard.  

Kittens, I said.....very important to a girl-child.  

Minnie also had a closed in back porch that held an enamel bucket with cold water and a dipper gourd.   A dipper gourd that I couldn't resist, much to my mother's chagrin.  



Supper was about fresh garden produce and, if I remember correctly, chicken.  And, then came dessert.  

Minnie asked me if I would like some pudding.  

I said no, as I knew I didn't like pudding.  Then, I saw everyone else receiving a small plate of cake.  Cake?  Yes, a yellow sponge cake that I said yes to.  Our area is home to so very many descendants of the British Isles and the vocabulary has stayed true through time.  Thus, Minnie referred to cake as, "pudding", an English term for dessert.   




It just goes to show you what small moments mean to someone through their lifetime. Ms. Minnie passed away quite a number of years ago, but I remember that moment in her home, though brief, with extreme fondness.  

Something triggered a memory of Minnie just the other day and I decided to research a recipe to do justice to her, "pudding cake".  

Here you will find a recipe for Victorian Sponge Cake.  I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.  



36 comments:

  1. What Delicious memories and a Wonderful looking cake! ;)

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  2. You can tell a story too. I enjoyed it. Delicious!

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  3. Wonderful post and that is some great looking pudding.

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  4. Aren't those sweet memories the best?

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  5. How special those memories you have...thanks for sharing them:)

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  6. how neat, i loved reading about these special memories. made me think of a set of friends of my grandparents. i can't remember their names but i'd go along with my grandpa and grandma to visit and they always had butterscotch candies for me!

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  7. How sweet are the days of old. Precious memories on an unsuspected day.... Can't beat days like this!

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  8. I love this memory you have about such a sweet time in your life. Thank you for sharing it with us and for that delicious 'pudding'.

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  9. Nice story and of course I could eat a plate full . . . :) Eddie

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  10. Hi Michelle, Thanks for the link to pudding cake. Wow, gotta give it a try. What a neat memory you related. I was very close to my maternal grandmother and spent time with her when I was just a kid. She had a "chicken coop" in her back yard. We went out in the mornings to gather fresh eggs. I remember there were about half dozen hens and one rooster. I asked her why just one rooster. She said, well, the hens wouldn't lay eggs unless there was a rooster and you only needed one. Ha ha. I don't know if that's true, but that is what she told me. Those old memories are great, aren't they? John

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  11. What a sweet memory! I was glued to my Nana's side! She was the family baker and I always got to lick the beaters!

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  12. :) that's a lovely memory!
    I remember a few good times at my own grandma's friend's house- they lived only 2 blocks away from each other and she had a large in-ground pool with a deck. I was invited to go swimming there once and I didn't want to leave! I'm sure she fed me,too- but all I can remember is the bliss of an entire pool to myself!

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  13. Fun story...and that looks wonderful!

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  14. I love sponge cake but have only ever had it in England! What a lovely story too!

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  15. awwwww, such a sweet memory, you are lucky to have it!!

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  16. What a lovely story and memory.. The cake looks delicious, thanks for sharing.. Have a happy week!

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  17. YUM! I love memories inspired by food!!!

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  18. or rather food inspired by memories!

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  19. A lovely memory. Thanks so much for sharing it, and the recipe, with us.

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  20. What a sweet memory. I'm so glad you shared it with us. :)

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  21. Ms. Minnie's house sounds magical! What wonderful memories, so well conveyed. And - yum!

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  22. Oh I love memories of things like that! Kittens and cake.. oh yeah! You're lucky to have been close enough to drive to see your grandparents.. my parents moved us from Oklahoma to Oregon when I was 4 and we rarely got to see them after that and then they passed away. I miss having a more close relationship with them. ((hugs)), Teresa :-)

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  23. Well written, Michelle, descriptive and evocative of time and place. Thank you. I'll have to try that pudding recipe.

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  24. Oh, my oh my . . . do I ever love "memory stories!
    And I am thanking you for sharing so beautifully . . .
    (And I am sending the Sponge Cake recipe on to my dear baking friend!)

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  25. It is amazing to me how powerful those childhood memories are. I had forgotten about Pudding. Happy Day!

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  26. A beautiful story and you wrote it perfectly! This 'pudding' doesn't look so different from a cake my maternal grandmother made in a slightly more accessible house in our countryside, obviously more than half a century ago!

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  27. What a wonderful story. I have many of the same kinds of memories here in Kentucky. xo Laura

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  28. Oh, such a sweet memory...the 'pudding' cake looks delicious, too. Simple pleasures. xo Karen

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  29. I've never heard of that spoken of in that manner, pudding. What a lovely memory!

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  30. Nice story. As a child, I didn't rate Victoria Sponge Cake as I thought the flavour far too subtle as being ordinary. These days certain flavoured cakes have lost there appeal for various reasons, However Victoria Sponge is like a competitor in my race that looked beaten but is strongly fighting back.

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