Pie Fishing
Source of Recipe
Sandi Duncan
Recipe Introduction
This is from a cookbook by Maya Angelou called hallelujah! the
welcome table.
Pie Fishing
My grandmother, who my brother, Bailey, and I called Momma,
baked lemon meringue pie that was unimaginably good. My brother
and I waited for the pie. We yearned for it, longed for it.
Bailey even hinted and dropped slightly veiled suggestions about
it, but none of his intimations hastened its arrival. Nor could
anything he said stave off the story that came part and parcel
with the pie.
Bailey would complain, "Momma, you told us that story a hundred
times" or "We know what happened to the old woman" and "Momma,
can we just have the pie?" (Momma always ignored his attempts to
prevent her from telling the tale.) But if we wanted Momma's
lemon meringue pie, we had to listen to the story:
There was an old woman who had made it very clear that she loved
young men. Everyone in town knew where her interests lay so she
couldn't get any local young men to come to her house. Old men
had to be called to clean out her chimney or fix her roof or
mend he r fences. She learned to count on finding young
strangers who were traveling through the area.
One Sunday morning there was a new young man in church sitting
alone. Mrs. Townsend saw him and as soon as the last hymn was
sung, before anyone else could reach him, she rushed over to his
bench.
"Morning, I'm Hattie Townsend. What's your name?"
"George Wilson, ma'am."
She frowned a little.
"Anybody get to you?"
"No, ma'am. I don't know anyone here. Just passed by, saw the
church, and stopped in." He had used the word ma'am out of
courtesy.
She was all smiles again. "Well, then I'm inviting you, and I am
a good cook, to my house for Sunday dinner. I have my own
chickens and two cows, so my chickens are fresh and my butter is
rich. I live in walking distance. Here is my address; come
around this afternoon around three o'clock."
She patted him on the shoulder and left the church.
A few young men from the congregation rushed ove r.
"Mrs. Townsend invited you for dinner?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm Bobby. Here's Taylor and this one is Raymond. We've
all been to her house and she's a good cook."
The men started laughing.
"No, she's a great cook. It's just that after you eat, she
pounces."
"Man, the lady can pounce."
The stranger said, "I don't mind a little pouncing."
They all laughed again. "But man, she's old. She's older than my
mother."
"She's older than my grandmother."
"She's older than baseball."
The stranger said, "I'll eat dinner and after that I can take
care of myself. Thanks, fellas, for warning me."
Bobby shouted, "Her lemon pie will make a rabbit hug a hound."
Taylor added, "Make a preacher lay his Bible down."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Townsend entered her house and went directly to
her sewing box. She put on her glasses and took out a needle.
She walked back down the path to her house and stuck the needle
in a tree.
She returned to the house and began to cook a chicken she had
resting in the refrigerator. For the next hour she stirred pots
and shifted pans, then she set her dining table for two. She had
time to freshen up and change before her company came.
"Well, welcome, Mr. Wilson."
He was a little cooler than he had been at church.
She knew why but she also knew he hadn't eaten her cooking.
"The bathroom is here if you would like to freshen up. Dinner is
not quite ready yet."
Of course everything was ready, but she wanted him to have time
to breathe in the fine aromas floating in the air.
She served him chicken and dumplings. Chicken tender as mercy
and dumplings light as summer clouds.
The side dishes were fried yellow summer squash and English
peas.
He didn't care that he was eating as if he hadn't eaten in a
month. She kept pressing him, "Eat some more, but save a place
for dessert. Some people swear by my lemon mer ingue pie."
Between bites she thought she heard him mumble, "That's my
favorite."
When he put his first bite of Mrs. Townsend's pie in his mouth,
he was hers. He was ready to marry her or let her adopt him.
She sat opposite and watched as with each forkful he surrendered
more.
After the second slice he would have followed her to the Sahara
Desert.
She said, "Let's go out on the porch for the air."
He replied meekly, "Yes, ma'am."
Once they settled into the swing on the porch she said, "My
goodness, night has fallen. It's quite dark."
"Yes, ma'am. It's dusk all right."
They swung a few times.
She asked, "What on earth is that shining down there in that
tree?"
He squinted, "I can't hardly see a tree."
She said, "Yes, I see it. It's either a needle or a pin shining.
Well, I do say. It's a needle."
He asked, "You can tell?"
She said, "Yes, I see the hole. I'll go get it."
He said, " Well, that proves you are not as old as they say you
are. When you come back I may have some talk for you."
She stepped off the porch and went down the lane and retrieved
the needle. When she came back she could hardly see the house,
but she kept walking with her head up, triumph in her grasp.
She tripped in the darkness. After much fumbling she was able to
stand erect. She saw that she had fallen over a cow that had
lain down in the lane.
Mr. Wilson saw her fall, and he could see the cow. When she gave
a little scream, he bounded off the porch to help her. Once she
collected herself, he said, "Well, thank you for dinner. I have
to go."
She asked, "Can't you stay for one more slice of pie?" The
strength of the pie can be seen in the fact that he did stop to
think about it.
She took his arm as if she wasn't going to give it back. He
thought of the pie again and then the cow and the possible
pouncing. He said, "No, ma'am," and snatched his arm and w ent
away running. He escaped, but he never forgot the pie.
Each time, my grandmother laughed until tears flooded her
cheeks. I think she knew Mrs. Townsend or someone very much like
her.?
Here is the recipe. In fact, here are the recipes for Mrs.
Townsend's entire Young-Man-Catching Sunday Afternoon Dinner.
Best wishes.
Lemon Meringue Pie
Serves 6
1 cup sugar
3 tablespoons cornstarch
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups hot water
1 1/2 cups crumbs from soft-type bread (no crusts)
4 egg yolks (reserve whites for Meringue)
1 tablespoon butter
Grated rind of 1 medium lemon
Juice of 2 medium lemons
One 9-inch pie shell, baked
Meringue (recipe follows)
Preheat oven to 400°F.
In top part of double boiler, mix well sugar, cornstarch, and
salt. Stir in hot water and combine until smooth. Add bread
crumbs and cook over boiling water, stirring until smooth and
thickene d.
In small mixing bowl, beat egg yolks, and stir in a small amount
of mixture. Then combine the two mixtures in boiler, and cook
over low to medium heat for 2 to 3 minutes. Add butter,
lemon rind, and lemon juice. Cool slightly.
Pour mixture into baked shell. Pile Meringue lightly on top,
covering filling completely.
Bake for 10 minutes, or until lightly browned.
Meringue
4 egg whites
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cream of tartar
4 tablespoons sugar
Beat egg whites with salt until frothy. Gradually add cream of
tartar and sugar. Beat until stiff but not dry.
Chicken and Dumplings
Serves 6 to 8
1 whole chicken (about 4 pounds cut up)
6 chicken wings
1 large Spanish onion, chopped and sauteed but not browned
2 stalks celery, chopped
1 carrot, peeled and chopped
1 green bell pepper, chopped
Bouquet Garni (recipe follows)
Salt and freshly groun d black pepper, to taste
Dop Dumplings (recipe follows)
Wash and pat dry chicken.
Take flange off chicken wings.
Place cut-up chicken and wings into large, heavy pot and add
water to cover 1-inch above chicken.
Add onion, celery, carrot, bell pepper, and Bouquet Garni.
Season with salt and pepper.
Allow mixture to simmer slowly for 1 1/2 hours. Let cool. Remove
any foam that has gathered on top of the broth.
Bring broth to a slight boil, and drop heaping tablespoons of
dumpling batter into pot. Fill top of pot with dumplings. Cover
pot, and simmer for 15 minutes - dumplings will rise. Baste
dumplings, and continue simmering for another 5 minutes. Remove
cover and baste dumplings. Serve hot on platter.
Bouquet Garni
3 bay leaves
8 black peppercorns
Tops from two stalks of celery
1 teaspoon margarine
Cut double thickness of cheesecloth 6 inches wide. Place bay
leaves, peppercorns, celery tops, and margarine in center of
cheesecloth. Pull corners of cheesecloth together, and tie with
kitchen twine.
Drop Dumplings
2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 heaping teaspoons baking powder
2 tablespoons (1/4 stick) butter
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons milk
Sift flour, salt, and baking powder into mixing bowl. Add
butter, mixing with fingertips, then milk, until mixture is
consistency of grainy cornmeal.
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