Yesterday was my cousin’s annual country supper. When you’ve finished viewing these pictures, please take a moment to pray for my thighs because I was there.
This cake was the hit of the day. It was brought by Faye, who called it Strawberry Dreamcicle Cake. She said she’s been wanting to make this cake for 40 years. She saw it in a magazine, but she lost the recipe. Then she saw a cake just like it at a church supper, but it was an orange cake. She got the recipe and turned it into her dream strawberry cake. I wrangled the recipe out of her and posted it here. There wasn’t a crumb left.
My cousin and his wife, and his parents before him, have been throwing this annual country supper at the old farmhouse for decades, and they’ve got the party food down to a fine tune. There were pots of beans simmering from early in the morning.
Ham and potatoes and more cornbread than you’ve ever seen in one place before in your life baked in giant pans.
That’s my homemade butter in the picture. Along with the four pies, I contributed a couple gallons of milk and a couple dozen eggs for cornbread-making plus butter and cream cheese.
There’s always plenty of fresh vegetables and salads and spreads.
And desserts all over the place.
My dessert (Faye’s strawberry cake and cornmeal pie):
My cousin always has a couple of ladies hired to help in the kitchen, which is the only way to throw a party, I say. (Not that I’ve ever hired anyone for a party, but it sounds nice, doesn’t it?) They do all the set up before and the clean up after.
I like to hang out with the kitchen ladies. They always think I know where everything is because I used to live in the old farmhouse. I don’t really know where anything is anymore because Georgia put the old stuff back in the kitchen after I left, but I try to help and we commiserate about the mice in the house.
I took this picture right after I told them to give my cousin a kiss.
He must not be paying them enough!