More From Teagan, Comfort Food For Pip- Souffléd Macaroni And Cheese
I absolutely love working with Teagan, and admire her and her wonderful work. This is another snippet from Teagan involving her feisty character Pip. We wanted to do something involving comfort food and when I think of comfort food one of the first things that come to mind is macaroni and cheese. In keeping with the 1920’s flapper theme of the story this recipe is from that era from another feisty and very talented woman named Clemantine Paddleford. Enjoy, and take it away Teagan!!
PS: The recipe is fantastic, light and flavorful really a wonderful change from the traditional macaroni and cheese.
Pip Arrives in Savannah
Thanks for letting me visit again, Suzanne! Here’s another little vignette from the “universe” of my character Paisley Idelle Peabody, aka Pip. This would happen after The Three Things Serial Story. It’s inspired by Suzanne’s macaroni and cheese.
Pip’s dad didn’t appreciate her escapades in that novella. So now she’s been sent to her grandmother, to learn to cook! I hope you’ll enjoy this tidbit.
Pip Arrives in Savannah
The breeze that rustled through the fronds of tall palm trees was tinged with salt. I inhaled deeply as I walked out of the tall arched door at Savannah’s Union Station. I heard the bell of a streetcar, which had gone past a moment before. I stretched to see the trolley, but barely got a glimpse of its back-end.
With a loud Bronx cheer I dropped my suitcase to the curb of West Broad Street. I thought the Jazz Age slang for the rude noise I made was appropriate, since my Pops was continuing on the train to New York City.
Pops said I needed to be reigned-in, and Granny insisted that I needed to learn to cook. Neither of them would admit that I was a modern woman. No self-respecting Flapper needed to cook! Anyhow, Pops had unceremoniously dumped me off the train, saying he’d visit with Granny and me on his way back. I blew another raspberry at the streetcar that I had just missed — and at my wretched situation.
The ringing of the streetcar’s bell faded into the distance. The first time I ever saw a trolley was during a visit to my grandmother, there in Savannah, when I was a very little girl. I slipped away from her and Pops, and scampered onto a streetcar. I didn’t get far, but Granny Phanny was mad enough to spit.
This time, I had done the opposite. Instead of getting on a trolley when I shouldn’t have, I had missed the one I was supposed to ride to get to her. Now Granny would be waiting to meet me at some Chinese restaurant downtown, but I wouldn’t be on the trolley. Horsefeathers! She would be in a lather.
A nearby news vendor walked away from his stall, probably headed for a bite of lunch. I called out and waved as I hurried toward him, my suitcase bumping along at my side.
“Hey Mac! Was that the trolley that goes to Pearl Street?” I called out, but he didn’t hear me over the blast of a train whistle. “Enjoy your lunch,” I grumbled and my empty stomach answered in kind. “I sure could do with some of Granny’s macaroni and cheese.”
“Did you miss the trolley, sweet cheeks?” a clear tenor voice asked.
I didn’t see him until he moved forward. He had been leaning against the opposite side of the newsstand. He wore a suit and hat, but they had flair. He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder, but then tilted his head back and blew a smoke ring into the air.
Applesauce! He looked pos-i-lute-ly like the kind of character I had always been told to avoid, but he was as sexy as the Sheik of Araby. Then his cigarette smoke drifted to me and I sneezed. So much for me being a sophisticated Sheba. I had to agree with Pops that smoking was a nasty habit.
“You’re new in town, huh? I’m Floyd. I can take you where the giggle water flows aplenty. It’ll be a real blow,” he said with a smile and a wink that made him even handsomer.
“Says you,” I countered coyly, thinking he was joking around.
“At least let me drive you over to Pearl Street. Stick around until my pal gets back. He’s picking up something for me,” he added gazing up and then down the street, as if looking for his friend. Stay right here and I’ll get my machine. It’s a sweet ride. You’ll love it,” he called over his shoulder as he rushed away. “Don’t move. Promise. I’ll be right back.”
I stood baffled, gaping at Floyd’s retreating form. I was also feeling flattered by his interest. There was an intensity about him that I found exciting. Not to mention the fact that I was relieved that I might avoid Granny’s wrath over me missing the streetcar and leaving her waiting.
“Signorina, do not be going with that man. It would be a bad thing for you. Trouble comes,” a voice, heavily accented with Italian, said from behind me. “There will be other transportation.”
Turning, I saw a portly man in odd looking chef’s clothes. He lifted his brimless toque and bowed. A jalopy backfired so suddenly and so loudly that I jerked around to face the noise. When I turned back, the chef was gone. I didn’t see him anywhere. It was as if he disappeared into thin air.
I quickly forgot about the odd occurrence when a wooden crate fell off a passing truck. The driver pulled to the curb beside me. Without thinking I went to help. He had not been traveling fast, so little damage was done. A few oranges rolled from a broken crate. I started picking up the wayward fruit.
An Asian looking guy with a quasi-British accent jumped out of the driver’s door, apologizing even before his feet hit the street. He gingerly hopped over the tailgate and began re-positioning the crates. A couple of them looked ready to fall.
I noticed lettering on the truck proclaiming Wong’s Chinese. Was that the name of the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Granny? I was so resentful about being sent to Savannah that I hadn’t even paid attention to what she said. I knew there wouldn’t be more than one Chinese restaurant on the street.
“Your place isn’t on Pearl Street by any chance, is it?”
“Yep, that’s Wong’s,” he replied with a grin, stopping his work. “Hey, are you Pip? Miss Phanny will be looking for you. I’m Alastair Wong,” he bent from the truck bed and shook my hand.
I sighed with relief.
Then a brand new Ford stopped and gave a long blare of the auto’s horn. “Hey! Move it,” my Sheik of Araby from moments before shouted angrily, and followed that with a racial slur.
Floyd got out of the automobile, moving toward us in a menacing posture. I stood up, a smashed and dripping orange still in my hand.
“This cake eater’s bad news, Pip. You don’t want to have anything to do with him,” Alastair Wong whispered as he stepped in front of me protectively.
In the distance a police whistle trilled. The guy’s eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder. Before I knew what was happening, he had hit Alastair in the head with the butt of a pistol. I shrieked as he dragged me into the open Ford, my arms and legs flailing.
I could hear the coppers coming toward us, shouting and blowing whistles. Suddenly the Ford was blocked between the delivery truck and police vehicles. Alastair lay unconscious on the street. The busted orange dripped juice all over my skirt. The guy waved his gun around excitedly. A maniacal gleam came to his eyes when he looked at me.
An over eager copper fired his gun. I heard the whiz of the bullet pass by my head. Startled, Floyd jerked toward the policemen. Movement from the delivery truck caught my eye. A catawampus crate started to wobble. Suddenly that crate and another one tumbled down to land on the windshield of the Ford. Floyd started screaming and cursing, waving his pistol even more.
When he turned back to me, on sudden impulse I stuck the busted orange in his face and smeared it into his eyes. By then the coppers had reached us. They grabbed him before he could do any damage with the gun.
A copper helped me out of the Ford. I ran to Alastair as another cop helped him stand. Across the street I saw Floyd’s pal, the news vendor being held by a policeman.
“What just happened here?” I demanded.
A paddy wagon rolled up and the policemen pushed Floyd into it, along with his pal.
“Bootleggers,” a copper told me. “As if we didn’t already have enough of those around here.”
“So Pip,” Alastair said while he held a handkerchief to his bloodied forehead. “How do you like Savannah so far?”
I chuckled despite everything. At least he had a sense of humor.
“Well, I was afraid I would be bored to tears here,” I told him with a dramatic sigh. “But I suppose it will be interesting enough. So far I’ve learned three things. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Don’t get into Fords with handsome men. And Wong’s Chinese is the right place to go.”
Alastair laughed. “That’s a good slogan, doll face. Mind if I use it? How about we get you to the restaurant. Miss Phanny will be getting impatient.”
And so began my adventures in Savannah.
Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
All rights reserved.
Souffléd Macaroni and Cheese
Makes 4 servings
Recipe by Clemantine Paddleford
1 1/2 cups scalded whole milk
1 cup soft bread crumbs
1 1/2 cups grated cheddar cheese Note: I used 2 cups cheddar cheese
1 cup cooked macaroni
3 eggs separated
1/4 cup diced pimentos
1 tbs chopped parsley
1 tbs grated onion
1 tsp salt
3 tbs butter melted
Pre heat oven to 350 degree’s Grease a casserole Note: I baked at 375 degree’s
Pour milk over soft bread crumbs, add cheese. Cover and let stand until cheese melts. Add macaroni. Combine and add beaten egg yolks, pimento, parsley, onion, salt and buttter. Beat the egg whites until stiff but not dry and fold into the mixture. Note: I sprinkled the top of the mac and cheese with breadcrumbs and grated some cheddar and gruyere on top.
Pour into prepared casserole. Bake uncovered for 25-35 minutes.
The ultimate comfort food-Yay! Happy Saturday!
Mac and Cheese is truly the ultimate thank you so much Cheryl.
My goodness that sounds great. Souffléd, what a wonderful idea.
It makes the mac and cheese so light, I loved it and adding that little bit of onion and pimento really adds tremendous flavor. Ms. Paddleford knew what she was doing. Thank you so much!!
Suzanne, you make me blush. Thank you. And this mac & cheese is to die for! The pimentos are a marvelous touch — so unexpected (at least to me).
I’ve had so much fun doing a couple of joint posts with you. I hope we can keep doing more. I remember my Arabella Wong character has a pug named Wriggles. Maybe a Wriggles vignette and a dog treat recipe?
Anyhow, I will dream of this mac & cheese. Sinful and divine! Mega hugs.
I remember Wriggles and we should definitely do something with that cute little pug. Thank you so much Teagan for putting this together and for being such an amazing talent.
It is pos-i-lutely my pleasure — and it’s me who’s thanking you, my friend. Wiggles is wagging his tail about getting his own tale. 😀
I tried many versions of macaroni and cheese but never souffléd, what a great idea. I love Teagan’s story .
Thank you Gerlinde! That makes me happy. I would love to dig into any dish of macaroni and cheese either of you amazing chefs made! 😀 Mega hugs.
Hi Suzanne, What a delicious spin on a true classic, looks delicious. Also love the way you write Teagan, now I want to know about her adventures in Savannah.
Why thank you kindly Cheri. That is so kind of you! Pip has a couple of adventures in Savannah (her story began in Florida). I will publish the first of her Savannah novellas this spring. Mega hugs!
Quite a nice ad so interesting story – Macaroni and cheese are our comfort food – in a simple version … how did you guess ? 🙂 🙂 🙂 Merci Suzanne, bises et amitiés – france
Merci France. I’m happy you liked the little story. And you are so very right about Suzanne’s Macaroni and cheese! Hugs.
Oh yes, a wonderful twist on a great dish
Ahhh, so this is when we first meet the illustrious Alistair Wong! I had missed this first serial. Teagan is such a fantastic writer! The mac and cheese looks luscious, Suzanne! Perfect comfort food.
Kathryn, you are so kind to me — and so very right about Suzanne’s mac & cheese! 😀
Horsefeathers… I really want some mac & cheese… 😉 Mega hugs!
great post…and the recipe looks divine. Will definitely be trying this soon 🙂
Loved the story, awesome as always Teagan, and the Souffléd Macaroni and Cheese looks amazing Suzanne. Imagine a book with exciting short stories and recipes to match the stories. I would definitely buy it. Happy Saturday Ladies.
Thank you so very much Dyanna. Wishing you a happy lunar new year. Hugs.
Teagan I just loved that story. Your language is just perfect for the times. I couldn’t stop reading it just like I wouldn’t be able to stop eating this mac and cheese. It’s a keeper Suzanne!
Julie, you’ve completely made my day. Thank you from my heart.
I agree about Suzanne’s mac & cheese. I’m afraid I’d eat every last bit and scrape the pan too! Have a wonder-filled weekend. Huge hugs.
Yum! I would love some of this mac and cheese right now! 🙂
Thank you so much Nancy!!
Mac and Cheese
Let me tell you a little story about the Mac and Cheese my Sicilian American GrandMother fed me
Acini de Pepe macaroni which Ronzoni makes
It’s tiny little round balls
Boil in water till tender
Drain but do not rinse keep it hot
Scoop into a bowl
Chopped fresh arugula tossed in with the butter
Top with grated cheese and crushed red pepper
When I was a kid I never knew from Kraft mac and cheese
Anyway…I’m still on the “grilled cheese”
I had 2 after I saw yours 🍞
Oh yes, my Mom used to make pastene (acine de pepe) all the time, we used to eat it simply boiled in water, some butter and pecorino romano. I love the idea of adding arugula. That brings back wonderful memories. Thank you.
Love the story! Thank you for sharing, Suzanne xx
Why thank you so much, Elaine. The star and inspiration for that little story was Suzanne’s mac & cheese. 😀 Many thanks for taking time to read and comment. Hugs!
A brilliant story that ends with mac and cheese? Bring it on! Love how you ladies incorporated this post and kept it going together. Well done!
Many thanks Loretta!!
Good posts, beautiful blog.
Welcome to see my creations:
Hi again Suzanne, just to let you know I have nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award: https://bakingfanatic.wordpress.com/2017/02/01/mystery-blogger-award/ Best wishes, Philip 🙂
Teagan’s story is lovely! I can imagine reading a whole book, tucking in to the lovely mac and cheese. A perfect combo 🙂
You are so kind, Petra — thank you from my heart. Suzanne’s mac & cheese was a great inspiration. Hugs!
hi Teagan, brilliant and I loved the images as well! 🙂
Hey Suzanne! That mac’n’cheese looks so creamy and rich Suzanne! –and thanks for the Pip adventureTeagan! a double post– Fun!
Thanks so very much, Rhonda! It was my pleasure. Hugs.
I love Teagan’s story, she is so talented! I am loving all the yummy comfort food you have been sharing!
Thanks so very much, Antonia. And I agree about Suzanne’s comfort food! Wishing you a thriving Thursday. Hugs!
What a fun story! I really like Pip! Love that era too.
Nice to meet you “Kunst.” I’m delighted that you enjoyed getting acquainted with Pip. Hugs!
Terrific story! I sent your page onto a friend who would enjoy your work too. Great way to meet you with your exchange with Suzanne. Thanks!
Fun story! I like Pip; she’s spunky! And that mac & cheese is gorgeous! It looks so light and creamy.
I’m so glad you enjoyed Pip and this vignette! I think that gorgeous mac & cheese brought out her feisty attitude. 😉 Hugs.
I am so going to try your recipe for souffle mac and cheese. It made my tummy gurgle in happiness.
Thank you, it’s delicious and much lighter than traditional mac and cheese. Hope you like it.
Forgive my absence Suzanne! I went to Spain in December and the UK in January and only managed one post on my own site in January! I have a lot to catch up on here, but this souffled mac and cheese looks and sounds divine! What a concept! It’s perfect for cold weather and believe it or not, we’re even getting some here in LA (okay, not YOUR cold, but cold for us!) 🙂 Expecting rain for a few days, too! Woo hoo! Hope all is well!