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Friday, January 16, 2015

Great-Grandma McCallum's Egg noodles

    Noodles were a staple at my mom's Thanksgiving dinners growing up.  Turkey, stuffing and Thanksgiving noodles were the must haves.  Paw-Paw grew up eating these noodles.  When the hoosier moved to Illinois, the noodles had to come too. My Great-Grandma McCallum taught my Maw-Maw to make them after she and Paw-Paw got married.  The Buchsbaums took to them quickly!  Mom says Thanksgiving was always a big to-do.  The silver had to be polished, the china and crystal came out.  Thanksgiving morning all the grandkids knew what their job was.  Noodle making!  They had to be spread throughout the kitchen to dry.

     Great Callum's Egg noodles


1 beaten egg
2 T milk
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup flour (we used half whole wheat and half all purpose and they were delicious!)

( We really used 5 eggs, 10 T milk, 2 1/2 tsp salt and 5 cups of flour because our family loves noodles and we are eaters!  My brothers, sisters and dad helped eat them and it was about the perfect amount.  Just enough leftover for lunch for Matt, Jax and I!)
  1. Mix together eggs, milk and salt. Add flour, a little at a time until it all comes together.  You may not use it all.
  2. Let the dough rest for ten minutes.

  3. Turn onto a floured surface and roll out as thin as you can get it.  
  4. Let the dough rest for 20 more minutes.
  5. Loosely roll dough and cut into strips.
  6. Lay the noodles out and let them dry.
  7. Break them into the size you like.
  8. Place in a pot of boiling stock.  I like cook down a little onion, carrot and celery.  I then add the stock and bring to a boil.  I add the noodles and chunks of chicken or turkey and devour.  Sometimes I make it more as a soup, sometime I make it thick like Great Callum's Thanksgiving noodles. They are always good!

My mom has a cool noodle cutter.  She came over to help me make noodles and she broke it out!

  My mom and her siblings used to love getting to visit Indiana as children.  They enjoyed yearly reunions at Turkey Run State Park.  Visiting their grandparents, Omer and Evelyn, in Crawfordsville was always a treat.  Ed called the area where they lived "Tinkersville."  They had a home on an acre and a half a little south of town.  to the suburban kids, this was real country living.  Evelyn (my Great Callum) had a large garden and chickens. She would go get a chicken out of the backyard and fry it.  Scalloped corn, mashed potatoes and gravy , home grown green beans and homemade pies made with lard would finish the menu.  She was adamant that her pie crusts be made with lard and never butter, and where she got her lard for that pie would always be a topic of conversation.  The kids also like their grandparents' house because they had a riding lawn mower, which they had a lot of fun playing with.  One of the favorite things in the house was the cuckoo clock that was brought here from Europe.  The kids would tell their friends they were going to visit their grandma and grandpa at the "cuckoo house."

   My mom remembers once, when she was about ten, Evelyn was out in the garden when one of her neighbors came up to her and hit her over the head with a trowel.  She was getting ready to strike again when my mom chased her back to her house.  Apparently the dog had gone over into her yard and it made her unhappy.  The ironic thing is that after my mom had chased her home she proceeded to call the police and complain about the dog!

    I remember visiting Great Callum's house in Indiana at least once as a child.  She moved to Florida when Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw did.  I remember her as a sweet woman who took extra peanuts on her Peanut Buster Parfait and ate a little slice off a Snicker's bar for a snack, making one candy bar last for days.  She just so happened to be in town when we got an unexpected foal from a pony the vet assured us was not pregnant.  My mom thought it was a dalmatian when she first saw it and then exclaimed "it's a baby!"

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