20 Forgotten One-Skillet Suppers Appalachian Widows Made When They Lived Alone

The day her youngest drove off down the mountain for the last time, Effie Ratliff washed up every one of her big family pots and set them away on the high shelf where she'd not have to keep looking at them. She kept down exactly one — a black iron skillet worn soft and slick from a lifetime of suppers. Here's 20 of them, counted down the way widows living alone leaned on that one pan — fried bologna cut in four little slits so it lays flat, ramps dug a mile back in the wet spring woods, a whole egg cracked right down into bubbling sawmill gravy at #2, and #1, the Sunday supper Effie went right on fixing for her own self, years after there was nobody left to fix it for. Where a claim rests on real food science, it's named on screen. Where it's just how Mama did it, I say so. Now pick just ONE of these this week, by feel, not by measuring cup. Tell me down in the comments which one you picked, what your people called it, and what county they cooked it in. I read every one. Now it's written down. This video is historical and educational, not medical or nutritional advice — talk to a doctor or dietitian about your own diet. #Appalachia #GrandmaNeverWroteDown #AppalachianCooking #OldFashionedRecipes #DepressionEraMeals #OneSkilletSuppers #CookingAunty #ComfortFood #CastIronCooking #SouthernCooking #FriedChicken #frugalmeals