That’s the inspiration behind Home Cookin’, Volume One’s newest special section. For this effort, we gathered treasured family recipes from our friends and contributors (well, the ones they were willing to share, at least) and we compiled them into this. Along with each recipe, you’ll find an accompanying story of how that recipe came to be, why it means so much, the traditions surrounding it, and why your taste buds should probably thank you once you’ve finished eating. While you read, make sure you keep a napkin or small towel handy to keep your mouth from watering all over the pages. By releasing these recipes into the public domain, we implore you to try them out yourselves in your own home. Who knows? You just might find your family’s next delicious secret. So dig in, enjoy yourself, and quit drooling!
Submitted by Angie Oplinger, Eau Claire
For a weekend each October, the grandmas, great-aunts, aunts, cousins, and children gather at the Mattson home in the Minnesota countryside outside the city of Austin. The purpose of our gathering is twofold: to spend time together and to prepare as much lefse as the cold riced potatoes prepared the week before will allow us to make.
The lefse griddles work overtime on this day and every able body rotates through the kitchen: mixing the dough, forming the balls, rolling the lefse into paper-thin sheets, and tending the griddle to make our flatbread. The youngest members of the family watch with anxious eyes, eager to enjoy the warm, soft lefse with butter and perhaps sugar, while the rest of the family tries to replenish the lefse piles. By mid-afternoon, bellies are full enough that the piles of warm lefse grow. If we are lucky enough to have gotten an early start to the day, we may be lucky enough to make a trip into town to visit the Spam Museum.
Submitted by Jennifer Hazen, Chippewa Falls
We moved frequently when I was young, but the one constant was my grandmother and her kelly green house sitting up off the curve on Dodge Street in Iowa City, Iowa. Whether we were in California, Connecticut, Colorado, or Arizona, the family returned to this house for the holidays, and to my grandmother’s food. My grandmother was not a good cook, coming from the Depression Era culinary philosophy where food is food and is never wasted. Taste was a frivolity. But the one thing we always looked forward to was her fried almonds, served only on Thanksgiving. She’d buy bags and bags of raw almonds and my three siblings and I would spend hours shelling them with metal, V-shaped nutcrackers until our hands felt like frozen claws. I’ve carried on the tradition, but today I buy almonds already shelled and blanched. Grandmother would shake her head at this, but I know she’d understand. My grandmother died in 2001. She was 93 and lived a good life. Whenever we eat these almonds we think of her love, her humor, her curiosity, her practicality, and her terrible cooking, and we honor her and this recipe – the best food she ever cooked.
Submitted by Faye Swenson, Menomonie
Our son lived in Alaska for five years and seldom was able to fly home. When he and his family arrived, it was always a special treat to have homemade noodles, even when he had to make them himself. They now live in Wyoming so when they can come home, noodles are still on the menu.
Submitted by Emily Rockwell, Eau Claire
My dad is not a cook. (It’s OK, he’ll tell you the same.) But when he DOES cook, it’s an egg dish, something deep fried, or potato soup. He is pretty proud of his potato soup, so doctoring up his recipe was a daring move on my part. I have great memories of watching my dad make this recipe – for a guy who is a self-proclaimed non-cook, his attention to detail in it was always amusing. It still is! I changed this recipe up a bit, and it got me into the final round of a Food Network audition. Therefore, I hope someone out there loves it!
Submitted by Rachel Duffenbach, Eau Claire
There’s nothing better than waking up to the smell of baking bread rolls. Growing up, my bedroom was next to the kitchen and the scents from the oven would entice me out of bed. We’d eat our hot rolls by the fire before opening gifts. This recipe is incredibly easy to make and uses pre-made crescent rolls so our mom could spend more time with us and less time making breakfast.
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Submitted by Laurel Robertson, Mega Co-op Chef
The holidays are a wonderful time to spend with your family and loved ones, and none of that would be complete without delicious food. This recipe will go great with even the snowiest winter days. We all know shoveling the driveway is a little easier when you know you have a piping hot bowl of butternut squash soup waiting for you after you finish, right? Enjoy!
NOTES: Blending hot soup in large quantities can be dangerous, so proceed with caution. Also, this soup freezes well. Serves six.
Submitted by Amber Leininger, Silver Spring Foods
Want to add some zing to your holiday fling? This Horseradish Beef Crostini recipe will do just that. It was created with the busy person in mind. This appetizer is relatively simple, yet delicious and flavorful. Make your holiday table complete with Silver Spring Horseradish. Straight from our horseradish farms to your family gathering, Silver Spring is the brand that most often gets passed across the table and down through generations.
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Submitted by Ryan Mulske, Menomonie
In the weeks leading up to Christmas, my mom and I would always set aside an afternoon to make peanut butter cups together. It started when I was around 17 and has continued every year since (I’m now 34). Despite me being pulled away for military service, and then later moving out of the area for a while, Mom and I always found the time to make them, even from afar. Our tradition is that we always turn on Neil Diamond Christmas carols and pour a glass of wine while we work. This year my daughter will be almost 2 years old, so for the first time she can now partake in the holiday treat. Hopefully, the tradition will continue for years to come.
Quantities vary based on the desired number of peanut butter cups. Two large containers of peanut butter and four sheets of almond bark will make approximately 175 cups.
Submitted by Chad Bartz
We make this on Saturdays in the fall along with homemade spring rolls and wontons. We love watching college football and eating this great meal.
Submitted by Yia Lor, Eau Claire
Khao Piak is a Laotian rice noodle soup that my mom has made for years. We always make a batch when the cilantro and onions in her garden are ready to be picked. Then at least once during the winter, we’ll whip up another batch to keep us warm from the bitter cold. What I love about this soup (and food in general) is that it connects people from different generations and cultural backgrounds. My mom speaks Hmong and only a little English whereas my husband speaks English and only a little Hmong. Communication can be difficult at times, but food seems to bring everyone together. I enjoy watching them work and laugh together as they make this soup, from rolling out the dough to shredding the chicken. Then we get to enjoy this simple and perfect dish! It definitely is comfort food for the soul.
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Note: My mom rarely measures anything so this is my best estimate. Good luck!
Submitted by Jean Liedl, Chippewa Falls
These pancakes are delicious anytime, but especially for breakfast the morning after Thanksgiving. They are best topped with Wisconsin maple syrup!
Mix dry ingredients together in a large bowl. Mix together wet ingredients in a separate bowl. Pour wet ingredients into dry ingredients, stirring just until moistened. Coat a cooking griddle lightly with vegetable oil and heat. Ladle batter onto hot griddle to make individual pancakes. Cook until bubbles on top begin to pop and bottoms are browning. Turn onto second side and cook until golden brown. Serve with maple syrup.
Submitted by Mary Kliner, Bloomer
Rutabagas are our family favorite. This recipe was handed down from my mother’s mother. At holiday dinners, my siblings and I would steal or hide the bowl of “bagas” or steal from each other’s plates to get the most (even though there were always enough). These are fun memories that I’ve shared with my children – along with bagas at our dinners.