I’ll keep this brief. Recently, some very old, very beloved cook books came into my possession. My plan was to slowly reacquaint myself with the food, the stories, and the fine women who passed these books down to me, and I would document it here. But that wouldn’t do the story justice. Instead, I’d like to explore the foodways, both past and present, of the state that my family has called home for many generations.
I was raised in the coal mining region of Pennsylvania, where every “patch town” flew a different flag, spoke a different language and cooked a different cuisine, and overtime cultures blended in the most bizarre yet incredible ways. The food I know best grew out of a tradition of feeding large families, coal miners and farmers on next to nothing. That history is still very much embedded in the culture surrounding food in the coal mining region, and I’d like to document how that legacy has been carried through into the present.
I plan to post recipes (definitely not originals–most likely family favorites, local heritage dishes, or reproductions from those beloved cookbooks), as well as photos and stories about the current world of food in this region. I can’t promise it’s always going to be pretty, and it certainly won’t be healthy (I’m Slovak–we use a lot of butter, so the calorie obsessed need not linger here). But it should be fun.