Tuesday, August 26, 2025

Salt-And-Vinegar Hot Potato Salad: or, Better than I knew I could wish it to be

I can't think of a sound argument against potatoes and bacon.

Salt And Vinegar Hot Potato Salad
4 cups sliced new potatoes
6 strips bacon, chopped
1 tbsp flour
¼ cup vinegar
1½ tsp salt
½ tsp pepper
½ cup water
1 sliced green onion*

Boil the potatoes in salted water until tender.
Meanwhile, fry the bacon until crisp in a large pan. Stir in the flour and blend well. Add the vinegar, salt, pepper, water, and the (thinly sliced) white part of the green onion. Cook for 5 minutes over medium heat. Drain and add the potatoes. Gently mix. Stir in the rest of the green onion just before serving.
If you cook the potatoes ahead of time, you can reheat them with the sauce in the top of a double boiler (or the microwave, of course!).

*the original recipe calls for one tablespoon sliced green onions, but who wants to cram those into a tiny measuring spoon?

Chicago Tribune, undated (1930s or 1940s?)

This recipe comes from my great-grandmother's binder. She pasted two hot potato salads onto the same page, but this one starts with bacon.

Entree of the Week—Hot Potato Salad 
Hot potato salad is Mary Meade's 35th entree of the week. Serve hot frankfurters and sliced rye bread with the salad and you'll have the beginnings of a picnic supper. Follow these directions to prepare: 
HOT POTATO SALAD 
[six servings] 
6 strips bacon, chopped 
1 tablespoon flour 
1 tablespoon sliced green onions, including tops 
¼ cup vinegar 
1½ teaspoon salt 
½ teaspoon pepper 
1 tablespoon sugar 
½ cup water 
4 cups hot sliced cooked new potatoes 
Fry bacon until crisp; stir in flour and blend. Add onions, vinegar, salt, pepper, sugar, and water; cook for 5 minutes. Pour over hot potatoes and mix lightly. Serve while still warm. If potatoes are cooked ahead of time, they may be reheated gently with sauce in top of a double boiler. The green onion tops may be reserved and tossed with salad just before serving, to preserve their flavor and color. Arrange hot potato salad on a large platter, surrounded with hot frankfurters and sliced rye bread.


First off, I love that picture and want a copy of it to hang in the kitchen. It goes past strange and straight to art. I almost want to say it's "geometric" and "art-deco inspired," but maybe I'm just a bit bedazzled from seeing hot dogs and sandwich bread arranged with so much intentionality. This puts our modern-day party trays to shame. 

Getting down to the salad, I love how the writers let us economically dodge the cost of hot dog buns. Instead, we have a decorative, aesthetically pleasing arrangement of sandwich bread and sausage. (Well, if you consider hot dogs to be sausage...) I supposed you're supposed to take a piece of bread and then plonk a wiener on top of it?

If you add a few condiments, it looks like a very nice one-tray meal. But I have a hard time imagining following the newspaper's advice to serve this at a "picnic supper" unless I packed a chafing dish.

Getting down to spuds, I decided to do everything involving a cutting board before I turned on the stove. I don't always manage that kind of advance planning, so it's nice when I think of it. Aside from sliced potatoes, the recipe calls for "one tablespoon sliced green onions, including tops." I briefly tried measuring them out properly, but I can't reconcile green onions and level tablespoons.


Moving down the ingredient list, we're using a lot of bacon today. The newspaper may have named this "hot potato salad," but I think the bacon should have also gotten title billing.


I've never seen bacon look so bad. Like, we all know where meat comes from. But this mess looked more like a slimy heap of dead animal than most of the meat that passes through the kitchen, including the occasional recognizable organs.


As we learned from The Philadelphia Inquirer, chopping the bacon before cooking allows all the grease melts off better. 

I think that the recipe was more interested in harvesting the fat that melted off the bacon than the bacon itself. A lot of recipes call for bacon fat without using the bacon itself, but this one is perfect for those of us who no longer keep bacon grease jar next to the stove. 

In just a minute or two, the meat itself shrank to brown confetti, but the grease remained in abundance.


For some reason, the flour made the grease fizz.

We were now ready to add everything else to the pan except the potatoes, which were still boiling in the saucepan next door. As a recipe note, I omitted the tablespoon of sugar in the recipe. I don't know what it's supposed to do, but I don't like adding adding sugar to things that aren't sweet. Every time I make sloppy joes, I omit the brown sugar.


It kind of looks like cheese dip, doesn't it? After telling us to add the green onions at this point, the recipe suggests waiting until the end. If you're trying this at home (and if you like salt-and-vinegar chips you should), wait til you take the pan off the stove to add the green onions. They soon withered to nothing. But in this moment, everything looked really nice.

I thought the sauce was far too drippy at first, but after 5 minutes it became nice and creamy. Also, you'll notice that the green onions have all but vanished. Again, I should have taken the recipe writers' hint to ignore their own instructions. But at this point, only one thing remained: add the potatoes!


I didn't serve this with rye bread because do we really need carbs with a side of carbs? While we're on the subject, I like that they don't suggest serving it with toasted rye bread. For one thing, toasters were still expensive. Also, since (I'm guessing) the depression was on, you didn't have to worry about uneaten toast going stale. Instead, you could just put the extra bread back into the breadbox.

The newspaper suggests serving this with frankfurters. I didn't think that was necessary when I was getting groceries. But as I served this, I couldn't help thinking "This would be great with hot dogs..." 

 

I shouldn't have been surprised this was so good. This was salt and vinegar bliss. If you like salt and vinegar chips, you owe it to yourself. But in full disclosure, the salad didn't reheat very well. The leftovers weren't bad, but they lost their zest after a night in the refrigerator. 

As a postscript, I have to note a fun variation I made on this. You see, others in the house had bought a frozen pizza a while ago and never bothered to eat it. As I watched it slowly get freezer-burnt in its own box, I thought to myself "I wonder if this is any good with pepperoni grease instead of bacon drippings..."


Things soon looked like someone's first-ever shift in a diner kitchen. Everything in the pan thickened up exactly as it should have, but it didn't look very good.


I never thought pepperoni would be almost too hot to handle. Rendering off the pepperoni grease and then cooking the meat in its own fat released a capsaicin payload I didn't know pepperoni had. Until today, I never knew pepperoni contained actual peppers. I always thought it was salt and nitrates. 


Even though I omitted the salt, this was a lot saltier than I wanted it to be. The pepperoni-potato salad was fun in theory, but it just wasn't that great in practice. 

I want to say this is a nice recipe for hot weather since you don't turn on the oven. However, you do end up standing over two stove burners, one of which is steaming at you and the other is full of spattering grease. But even as I write this, I didn't regret purchasing enough spuds and bacon to make it again.

Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Soft Molasses Cookies: or, Delicious and exquisite

Every word in the recipe title made me want these cookies more.

Soft Molasses Cookies
1 cup shortening
1 cup molasses
1 tbsp. vinegar
½ level tsp. baking powder
1 level tsp. salt
½ tsp. cloves or allspice
1 cup sugar
1 egg
5 tbsp. cold coffee or water
3 cups flour
1 tsp. soda
1 tsp. ginger

Heat oven to 350°. Have greased or paper-lined baking sheets ready.
Beat the shortening in a large bowl until very soft and creamy. Add the sugar gradually, then cream well. Add the egg and beat until light. Then mix in the molasses, vinegar and coffee. Mix and sift all the dry ingredients into the liquid. Add more flour if necessary to make a very soft dough that pulls away from the side of the bowl when you stir it.
Bake until darkened around the edges, about 15 minutes.

I know I've said this before, but I really love molasses. I even pour it right onto waffles. I noticed this recipe the first time I flipped through my copy of this book, and it has held my attention ever since.  

SOFT MOLASSES COOKIES 
1 cup shortening 
1 cup molasses 
1 tbsp. vinegar 
½ level tsp. baking powder 
1 level tsp. salt 
½ tsp. cloves or allspice 
1 cup sugar 
1 egg 
5 tbsp. cold coffee or water 
3 cups flour 
1 tsp. soda 
1 tsp. ginger 
Work the shortening until very soft and creamy. Add the sugar fradually and when well blended, beat in the egg. Then add the molasses, vinegar and coffee. Mix and sift all the dry ingredients and add to the liquid, using more flour if necessary to make a very soft dough. Drop from a teaspoon on a greased pan and bake in a moderate oven 350 degrees F., about fifteen minutes.
Mrs. Mary Martensen's Century of Progress Cook Book (recipes from The Chicago American), 1933

The recipe starts with shortening and sugar. Because shortening seems like an act of sacrilege against nature, I was going to use butter instead. But as some lovely commenters pointed out in an earlier recipe, shortening has a higher melting point, which affects how the cookies spread. So I stuck with the recipe. Hopefully using shortening means the cookies don't have as much of a chance to melt into dough puddles before they start setting up.


I never planned to get good at dividing an egg in half, but it has proven a wonderful way to economize. Even if we weren't trying to keep the grocery budget well-trimmed, splitting eggs lets me try a new cookie recipe without committing to make, like, six dozen of them. 


At this point, the recipe calls for "cold coffee or water." I imagine that a lot of people would have simply poured in the last of the coffee from earlier that day. But since no one in the house drinks coffee, we don't have a coffee pot stationed on the countertop, much less one with a bit of coffee sitting in the bottom of it and waiting for a rinse. So, I made an iced coffee to Book of Cookrye standards just to save out this tiny little splash of it.


Soon it was time to bring on the molasses. Look at this tar-slick of exquisite flavor!


My faith in the recipe wavered as I started stirring and shortening curdled in the molasses. As we have learned, one should be wary when your cookie dough curdles.


I put the sticky mess aside to deal with the dry ingredients. For a recipe that doesn't mention spices in the title, Mrs. Mary Martensen uses a lot of them. These are measured exactly as written-- I didn't even do "heaping" or "generous" teaspoons. With that in mind, the spices covered up a lot of the flour, didn't they?


We ended up with a really thick batter than a dough, but I decided to bake it anyway. As I told myself at the time, You don't know how a recipe is supposed to go until you make it.


Although I've always had good results from this book, I've had very hit-or-miss results with my cookies. They always seem to go flat without extra flour. So, I carefully put a single dough plop onto the pan. I wanted to make sure things were going right. Baking cookies one at a time often feels like a waste of oven heat, but it prevents throwing out panfuls of failure.


After our first cookie melted into a puddle and cooled into a brown rock, I got out the bowl and added more flour until the dough started pulling away from the sides as I stirred. That seemed like a favorable sign, so I baked some more cookies just to see how our dough was feeling. And wouldn't you know it, they came out just right!


Based on how the cookies came out, the extra flour made the dough exactly how it should be. It was really sticky, but barely firm enough to shape into balls with my hands if I wanted the cookies to look neater. But I don't think shaping the cookies into nice balls is worth the bother. They come out the same as if you drop them from a spoon, just a little more wrinkly on top. But even if you put the spoon-dropped and the hand-shaped cookies side by side, it's hard to tell the difference.


As is often the case with anything gingerbread-adjacent, these cookies needed to ripen overnight before they tasted good. They were bland when they came out of the oven, but the spice flavor was a lot stronger after a full night of rest. The coffee added a nice undertone to the flavor, but they would still be delicious without it. And they had a perfect soft texture. They also stayed soft for several days. This tells me that they're perfect to keep on hand. Instead of immediately going stale, they'll be a lovely, reassuring presence in the kitchen.


 

Saturday, August 16, 2025

Do not make the apricot brandypud!

Don't try this at home.

When last we saw the raisin butterscotch pudding, some lovely people suggested that we try using dried apricots, and also adding brandy to the sauce. Which sounds good enough to make, but I didn't think my method through very well.

My thought process was quite simple: Replace some of the water that you pour over the batter with brandy. As it happens, this bottle of conveniently flavor-matched apricot brandy happened to be in the cabinet. I don't know how long it's been there, but it hasn't been uncapped since the last time I made a honey fruit pie.

Yes, it is empty now. And yes, that is foreshadowing.

Let's start with the things that that went right. Our chopped apricots looked unexpectedly pretty when I dropped them onto the batter. Incidentally, it turns out that a six-ounce package of dried apricots yields about the ⅔ cup of raisins that the original recipe calls for.


After I mixed the apricots in, I couldn't thinking this looks like one of those salad recipes that ends with the direction "Stir in the marshmallows and refrigerate until dissolved."


As we noted when we made this as written, this recipe goes by really fast. This means we wasted very little time getting to the fire hazards. You see, we had about a half-pint of brandy left in the bottle. (For our metric friends, that's a scant quarter-liter.) Partially to eliminate a shelf-sitting bottle and partially as a nod to the fact that "the relatives from Chicago" were reportedly the very schnockered type of Irish, I poured all of the brandy into the sauce. Also, I had just read a few articles about "tipsy cake" and thought the name was too whimsical to pass up.

Here I had my first warning thoughts about what was going on. The recipe calls for hot water, and putting a lot of liquor in the microwave didn't seem wise. I heated the heavily brandied water on the stove instead, where the vapors had plenty of room to dissipate. I may have been a worrywart, but our microwave remains undamaged. Also, I took this opportunity to put the lemon rind in the pot to better draw its flavor. This was one of the last happy moments before I realized what danger I had just stirred my way into.


After getting the brandy-water into the cake pan, things looked almost normal. I closed the oven, set the timer, and was really excited about our boozy adventure for a few very short minutes. Then I had an awful realization: A lot of the alcohol was going to cook out of this, and the flammable vapors in the oven had nowhere to dissipate to. 


I tried to tell myself that I've made a lot of rum cakes without incident, but none of those involve putting a half-pint of liquor in a hot oven. Before long, I had terrible visions of the alcohol vapors making their way to the red-hot baking coil, leading to something like this:


And so, thanking every available god that no one else was in the house, I kept going to the oven and vigorously flapping the door every few minutes to dispel the fumes. The first time I did that, I got ever-so-slightly dizzy from inhaling so much alcohol. (Or maybe I was imagining that in my worried state of mind.) I don't know if this would have been just fine and I was scaring myself for nothing. But I would like to proudly point out that at the end of the recipe, the oven remained unexploded.


Amid all the angst, the brandied sauce filtered down to the bottom of the pan, just as the non-alcoholic version does. But then it erupted into little bubbling geysers as the baking time wore on. It left the cake perforated with tunnels and holes. 


After most of the sauce boiled away, what remained reminded me of of what sits on a pineapple upside-down cake after you flip it out of the pan.


I tried some of this as soon as it cooled off. It was like doing shots with dessert. Seriously, the alcohol nearly burned. The flavors almost fit together, but this was the first time I've wanted a chaser after a cake.

But with that said, it occurred to me that perhaps some whipped cream was just what this needed. These days, I keep a pint of cream on hand because a lot of recipes call for the occasional splash or spoonful. It took nearly no time at all to make this happen:


I hate how good this was. Like, you could serve it at a wedding. I don't know what sort of magic happened, but the whipped cream on top made united everything below it. I never would have expected such ecstasy from a hasty recipe that had threatened to blow up the kitchen. It's delicious. It is exquisite. I would actually pay for it at restaurants.

And so, in conclusion, I don't think anyone should make this. (You'll note that I didn't even put a recipe on top because I care about all of you.) Just because you have a fire extinguisher in your kitchen doesn't mean you should use it.

But the fault here is with how I did this, not with the idea of an apricot-brandy pudding cake. And the flavor combination is just so good. I'm already thinking about how to make it in ways that don't involve nearly blowing up the kitchen. Perhaps make the apricots-and-brandy sauce on the stove and serve it with the cake?

Thursday, August 14, 2025

Applesauce Meringue: Low effort, and not that bad

Ever want to make dessert without putting in the effort?

Applesauce Meringue
2 eggs, separated
2 cups applesauce
Sugar to taste
3 tbsp powdered sugar (for meringue)

Heat oven to 350°. Grease a small baking dish. (Like, a really small one. I used a round pan about 5 inches across.)
Beat the egg yolks in a medium or large mixing bowl. Mix in the applesauce, and add sugar to taste. Pour into the baking dish and bake 15 minutes.
When the baking time is almost over, beat the egg whites until frothy. Gradually add the powdered sugar, beating all the time. Then continue beating until the mixture forms stiff peaks.
After the applesauce has baked 15 minutes, remove it from the oven and carefully spread the meringue on top. Bake for another 15 minutes, then allow to cool completely.

Undated newspaper clipping, Chicago area (probably 1930s or 1940s)

Today we are revisiting my great-grandmother's cooking notebook. I get the impression that this recipe was made for those days when you feel fundamentally done with cooking but still want dessert. It also looks perfect for those who are short on both money and time (and keep in mind this was probably printed in the 1930s). 

Apple Meringue 
A simple dessert is made by stirring the well-beaten yolks of two eggs into two cupfuls sweetened apple sauce. Bake fifteen minutes. Cover with a meringue made of the stiffly beaten whites and three tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar and set in oven to brown. 

That's barely legible, isn't it? It was a little better in person, if not by very much. But if we really mess with color filters, we can make it almost easy to read.


And so, we begin by putting egg yolks into applesauce. Of course, egg yolks are a pretty standard way to thicken custards. But I almost got the impression that we're only adding them here because we already cracked the egg whites for the meringue. After all, it's hard to justify throwing out eggs in any era.


The recipe says to add two cups of "sweetened applesauce." I don't know if they meant to purchase sweetened applesauce, or if they were implying to add your own sugar without wasting any column-inches on extra words. Our applesauce was factory-sweetened but a bit bland, so I stirred in about two tablespoons of sugar to help it along.

If this recipe didn't involve making a meringue, I would have called this a Hump-Day Quickie. We had it in a baking dish only three minutes after our egg yolks landed in the mixing bowl. 


After the prescribed fifteen minutes, our apple custard hadn't set. I would have baked it longer, but I don't know if two egg yolks were up to the task of setting an entire pint of applesauce. They might only serve to make the dessert "richer" in some undefined way. So I got the meringue on top of it as best I could without mixing the two together. I didn't have an aesthetic triumph, but it's kind of silly to get hung up on presentation when the recipe was supposed to be simple.

Really, the meringue is the only part of this recipe that takes more than a minute. But hand-cranked eggbeaters had already gotten cheap by the time this recipe was printed. So even if you couldn't afford the monthly payment on an electric mixer (or if the electricity in your city was either unreliable or absent), this wasn't an hourlong ordeal with a whisk. And I can't imagine the newspaper's recipe writers having someone hand-whisk a meringue only to spread it on applesauce.


Of course, I didn't turn on the oven just for this little bowl. But that's another advantage of the recipe: if you're baking your dinner, you can easily find room on the rack for dessert. Of course, as often happens when I economize on oven heat, the tiny pan took longer to bake than everything else. I tried and halfway succeeded to convince myself that it's not too horrible a waste of heat if I simply leave the oven on for a few minutes after dinner is ready.

The meringue puffed up beautifully in the oven. At first I was absolutely delighted, then I realized that every time they rise like that, they always fall back down. But for a short half-minute, our dessert had a golden, airy dome on top.


Sure enough, the meringue deflated only a few minutes after it left the oven. Even though I made sure it made contact with the pan all the way around the side, it ripped off and shrank away. I could have gotten dismayed about this, but instead I told myself that 1: this is supposed to be "a simple dessert" (their words) and 2: there is no point in fretting over barely-modified applesauce.


After our simple dessert had cooled off, I put it in the refrigerator. I can't imagine anyone liking warm applesauce for dessert.


I almost want to say this is bad, but it's more like... exactly what you think it is. I was going to throw it out, but then I was like "Hmm... I actually kinda like it." And even though applesauce never excites me, this was really nice with lunch on a hot day. I wouldn't go out of my way to make it again, but I wouldn't mind sliding it into the oven if I was already baking something.

Sunday, August 10, 2025

Corn Tortillas: or, Sometimes good things are waiting next to the street

Hooray for free things!

Corn Tortillas
2 cups corn masa
1½ cups water

Mix the masa and water, stirring for 2 minutes. You should have a soft dough that doesn't stick to the hands. If it's dry and crumbly, mix in more water, one teaspoon at a time.
Divide the dough into balls that weigh about 1 ounce each (about the size of ping-pong balls).
Place a griddle or frying pan over medium-high heat.
Put two sheets of thick plastic inside a tortilla press. If you don't have thick plastic wrap, you can cut off the sides of a gallon-sized ziploc bag. Place a dough ball between the plastic sheets and press it thin (about 5 inches in diameter).
Lightly grease the pan, or spritz it with cooking spray. Carefully peel the tortilla off the plastic and cook it for two minutes, turning it every thirty seconds or so.
As you're cooking, re-grease the pan whenever they start to stick, usually after every 3 or 4 tortillas.

Source: Instructions on the back of Maseca corn masa



I finally own a tortilla press! My mother has her grandmother's. While she always lets us use it, it's one of the few things she will not let anyone take away from the house. I've been wanting my own for a while, but I've always felt that it is invalid to just buy a tortilla press. For reasons I can't explain, I think they are supposed to find you. 

I tried to speed up this process by asking various friends traveling to Mexico to bring one back with them (never mind that the supermarket I go to every week has them for a nearly forgettable price). But for some reason, no one wanted to do my shopping while they were taking baggage across international borders.

But a few nights ago when I was taking an evening walk, I passed a house with a folding table of stuff in the front yard with a sign that said FREE. I had no need for any of the slow cookers (they had an entire potluck's worth of them), but I found this. 

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!

 

Today we are making my mother's recipe for corn tortillas. By that I mean when I asked how to make them, she told me to just follow the directions on the bag. (Incidentally, this was also her answer when I asked how to make white rice.) I do like that since corn tortillas only contain corn flour and water, you don't need to worry about the dough toughening if you stir it too much. Or at least, things won't go awry unless you really overbeat it.

Now, the directions on the bag say to stir for two minutes. It turns out that when you first mix the cornmeal and water, they become a sort of slurry. But as you keep stirring, the cornmeal absorbs more of the water. After about two minutes, the former gritty sludge almost has the consistency of Play-Doh.


Now that our dough is ready, we are supposed to put sheets of heavy plastic into the press. Plastic wrap really won't work for this. Even if you can get it to stop sticking to itself, it is too flimsy. But if you (like most of us) don't keep food-grade acetate around the house, a gallon bag will work just fine after you cut off the top and sides. 
 
I actually learned that from Mom. I thought it was a shortcut she started doing to avoid having to deep-clean the press every single time. Then she told me over the phone that now that I have my own press, it's so much easier if I cut up a bag just like her grandmother did. So this is an heirloom cooking tip!


The directions tell us to roll these into one-ounce balls. I got out the scale for this, and it turns out that one ounce of dough is about the size of a ping-pong ball. So for those who don't have a kitchen scale at hand, now you know. 

The rest of this recipe is simple: place a dough ball on press, squish it down, then put it on a frying pan. I was unnerved at how perfectly round this came out. 


 

My great-grandmother's tortillas always came out in flawless circles. Up until now, mine always came out looking like each of the 50 states. Perhaps this is why this press found me. If I had just bought a press like a normal person, I might have ended up with amoebas instead of circles.


I should note that the tortillas are a bit tricky to get off of the plastic without ripping them. It's easier to take the whole dough-laden plastic, place it dough-side-down on your open hand, and then peel the plastic away.


I hate giving recipes that involve specialized supplies, so I really wanted to write that you don't need a tortilla press for these. I wanted to write that you can put the dough between two sheets of plastic and then press it with a heavy book or some other flat object. Or, I wanted to write that you can smash them flat with a two-handled pot, or use a rolling pin-- because even people who don't have a rolling pin can find some object that will suit the purpose. I tried every alternative I could think of, and none of them worked. But if you don't have quasi-spiritual views against buying tortilla presses, they're fairly inexpensive.

If you've only ever bought pre-packaged corn tortillas, you have no idea what you're missing. It's like tasting fresh vegetables when you've only had them canned. And if you don't have weird superstitions about how to get kitchen implements, tortilla presses are pretty easy to get. I see them on the pans-and-whisks aisle in most of the stores I go to. I won't say you owe it to yourself to learn about what you've missed, but I do think it's impossible to be happy with pre-packaged ones ever again.