The Wedding, Part Two

For the sake of my sanity, I hired a wedding planner. I used one recommended by Castle Ladyhawke called Occasions by Emily. Ladies, if you aren’t married yet, I will give you only one piece of advice. Find a wedding planner you love and hire her. Trust me. My wedding was absolutely, 100% stress-free. As an added bonus, she also did all of my floral and decorations, and everything was absolutely stunning! I couldn’t have been happier with how everything looked. Emily really nailed the overall feel I wanted in every single detail. Here are my favorite things…

Our initials on the front door – so adorable. Confession: I still have these in the garage. I love them. I can’t get rid of them. I have a problem.

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Front doors of Castle Ladyhawke.

The bridal party bouquets were so beautiful, I kept mine (far right) for two weeks after the wedding. True story. I told y’all I have a problem. Guitar Dude finally intervened. The single rose in front was in honor of my mom, which I laid on an empty chair in the front row after I walked down the aisle.

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The wedding bouquets.

We had the ceremony in the Great Hall which looks out over the mountains. It was such a peaceful room, and it felt so full of love. Michelle was my day-of goddess-of-all-things-wedding-day, and she deserves a medal. How she managed to keep not only me, but Guitar Dude and all of our family and friends on-task without being overly bossy that day is nothing short of a miracle. The girl is good. at. her. job. Here’s proof that we managed to get to the alter wearing our wedding clothes to say our vows with all of our people in the right place.

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The Great Hall

I brought a wish jar with little pieces of paper for people to write their wishes for us. It was fun to read them all on our honeymoon. I think our favorite was from a friend, “Jim, Do what she says. -Brad” Wise words. Wise words, indeed.

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Wish jar…

We had a buffet-style dinner in the Great Hall where people had their choice of seats. We had our own sweetheart’s table up by the fireplace which was awesome. Even though we got married somewhere grand, I wanted to have a laid back feel so I decided not to go with the whole assigned seating thing. It was fun to see who sat where and to see people I love who previously didn’t know each other chatting it up on such a special occasion.

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Great Hall set for dinner

The centerpieces for the tables were gorgeous. I loved the use of the bouquets in some, such as on our table.

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The bridal bouquet as the centerpiece on the sweetheart’s table.

While I obviously loved my bouquet enough to keep it after it was dead (sad), I think the lantern was my favorite centerpiece in the room.

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Lantern centerpiece.

These tall ones added a little height to the whole scene.

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Tall centerpiece.

I had catering estimates that ranged from “oh, that’s not bad” to “holy s!#$, is everything sprinkled in gold?” I went with someone towards the top end, and I’m here to tell you it was worth every penny. All bajillion of them. Plus they had a cool bartender. He saved me the last Sam Adams Winter Lager.

Anyway, the food… oh man, it was something special.

Like the prime rib. Oh my damn. ‘Scuse my language.

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Prime rib…. *drool*

The grits bar was a personal favorite, and it was a huge hit with our guests, too.

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Grits Bar

I could’ve eaten nothing but grits; going back time and again to get different flavor combinations. Oh, and prime rib. Grits and prime rib.

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All kinds of delicious toppings…

Bacon, green onions, and roasted garlic… say wha?????

Grits Bar

And more toppings…

And biscuits… uh-huh. Any good Southern meal has to have biscuits.

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Cheddar biscuits…

Oh, and we had some green stuff for those who like that kind of thing.

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Gotta have some green beans.

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Fresh green beans.

Oh yeah, what about the cake? Well, it was extra special so I’ll share it on a separate post dedicated to nothing but sweets. For right now, I’m hungry. How ’bout y’all??

Venue: Castle Ladyhawke
Floral, Design, Planning, Coordination: Occasions by Emily
Catering: Black Eyed Susan Catering
Photography: Colby @ Blue Bend Photography

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The Wedding, Part One

A lot of little girls grow up dreaming of what kind of wedding they want to have when they meet Prince Charming. Some women dang near obsess over it. Me? I’m kind of a tomboy, so anything that involved me putting on a dress was far, far from my mind. Then Guitar Dude proposed. It was dreamy. My ring is dreamy; a family heirloom that’s over 100 years old and belonged to his Great Grandmother. I really think if Guitar Dude hand designed a ring specifically with me in mind, he couldn’t have possibly come up with anything more perfect. After he proposed, I don’t think either of us was prepared for what came next. I turned into a girly-girl. Me. The girl who drinks beer from a can and whose favorite article of clothing is pajama pants.

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Could there be a dreamier wedding venue? (photo by Blue Bend Photography)

As I started thinking about what kind of wedding I wanted to have (because let’s be real, the wedding is mostly about the bride), my list of requirements was short. I wanted to be surrounded by family and friends; I wanted it to be somewhere unique; and I was wearing purple crushed velvet Doc Martens no matter what. I’d been eyeballing those things for months. What better excuse to buy them than my own wedding? I started out looking for a barn. There’s something about a barn wedding that’s always appealed to me. Every one I found was already booked. As I sat browsing a list of wedding venues in the mountains, I came across a place called Castle Ladyhawke in Tuckasegee, NC. I told Guitar Dude we were getting married in a castle. I called the castle and put down a deposit before we’d even seen it. That’s how sure I was that this was the place. And it was. Oh it was.

Once I found the venue, everything clicked into place. Family and friends all gathered at the guest accommodations, and we had ourselves a party on Friday night complete with live music courtesy of the many pickers, grinners, and singers in our clan. It was the perfect kickoff to the most important weekend of my life. Nearly everyone we love gathered in the same place having a good ol’ time. Check out this video of my Grandma singing what, in hindsight, might not have been the best song selection for her Granddaughter’s pre-wedding party. She said it was the only one she could think of the words to on the spot, and I think it sounds absolutely perfect.

How ’bout a shoutout for my Grandma belting out some Hank while my hubby-to-be and my dad play guitar?

Check back later this week for pictures from our big day!


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One From the Heart…

Well, hey there! It’s been a while, huh? I promise there’s good reason. Maybe not good, but a reason anyway. The past ten months have been some of the very best and some of the very worst of my entire life.

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My beautiful mama at one of Guitar Dude’s shows.

On May 9, 2013, my family and I did the unthinkable and said our goodbyes to my mom. Just a few days before, she’d been the picture of a vibrant, young-at-heart mid-50s woman finally hitting her stride in life. Next thing I knew, I got a call from my baby brother that would change my life forever. I spent a couple of weeks in Virginia with my family, and then I headed to a job interview in Chattanooga bound and determined to make my mom proud of me. I got the job. I lived in a hotel. Totally alone in a new city. Within weeks of losing Mom. I was happy. I was incredibly sad. I was devastated. I was full of hope. Soon, we bought a house. We moved. We have a lot of stuff, by the way. Get rid of your stuff. Right. Now. Just stop here and go get rid of stuff. I’ll wait……………… trust me, you’ll thank me later.

Fast forward to today and I am writing you from our basement in our house in Chattanooga. In the last couple of weeks, we’ve finally gotten really settled in and started a few home improvement projects. There are still a few boxes scattered around the basement, but for the most part we’re moved in. 8 1/2 months later. Hey, we are ahead of a lot of other people, right?!? Ha! I’m also no longer working for the company that moved us to Chattanooga. The only reason I can give for leaving is that I have decided to live happy, and that’s all I have to say about that.

So why am I here resurrecting this blog after so many months of dormancy? Well, here’s the thing… I just couldn’t make myself keep up with Chattown Girl. It didn’t feel right. I’ve kicked around several other blog ideas, all the while thinking, “But it’s not Appalachian Woman.” I don’t care where I live, this is who I am. This is my heart. I love this blog, and the people who read it! And so, if I’m lucky enough that you’re still reading, kindly put this site back into your internet reading repertoire, if you don’t mind! I’ll be here rambling about finding my way as a nature photographer, a Southern cook, and a brand new housewife. WHAT??! Yep, that’s right! Guitar Dude made an honest woman out of me last November. You’ll just have to come back later to read all the juicy details of where he proposed, where we were married, and how, at least in our minds, we never really came home from our honeymoon.

See y’all soon! xoxo

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I’m sure by now y’all have noticed my prolonged absence.  Since my last post, I very unexpectedly lost my dear, sweet, beautiful mama to a surgery gone seriously wrong.  It is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through in my life.  On top of that huge, life-altering change, I also got a really awesome new  job in a new state.  I’ve been woefully underemployed for two and a half years now, and this new job is very exciting!  It will take Guitar Dude and I a couple of hours up the road to Chattanooga, TN.  I am leaving on Sunday the 16th and will be living out of a hotel for the first few weeks until we can get into our very own home.  Yep, we’re buying our first house!  So many changes in such a short amount of time.

I’ve enjoyed posting on Appalachian Woman giving out recipes, talking about North Georgia, sharing random thoughts, etc., but I am just not in the same place anymore.  SO!  As soon as my hosting account is finalized, I will be setting up a new blog where I can share with y’all all of my new adventures (and I’m sure a few misadventures!) in Chattanooga.  Eventually, this website will redirect to the new one, but until then you can go ahead and bookmark the new one now!  ;)

Did I mention you should also “Like” my Facebook page?!?!  Purty please?!

I’ll be on my own in Chattanooga for the first few weeks as we transition between here and there, so the content on Chattown Girl should start rolling in quickly because I’m definitely planning on taking my camera!  I have to do something to keep myself entertained.  There’s only so much room service a girl can eat.  Ahh, who am I kidding?  I can eat a lot of room service!  Still, I’m anxious to get out and explore.

Thank you to each and every one of you who read this blog, and I truly hope you’ll all join me as I embark on the next phase of my life.


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Gems of North Georgia: Anna Ruby Falls and Unicoi State Park

A couple of weeks ago, I spent the day kicking around the woods with a girlfriend who drove up from the Atlanta ‘burbs.  The original goal was simply to get out with our cameras, but we decided to tie in some good ol’ exercise, too.  I originally planned to take her up to Vogel State Park and DeSoto Falls, but when I checked the weather that morning the wind chill in Blairsville was 18.  I grew up in Northern Virginia, so I’m no stranger to temperatures in the teens in the winter.  However, when I left Virginia I left behind all my ice scrapers, snow shovels and gave away most of my cold weather gear because someone told me it didn’t get that cold in Georgia.  Man, I wish I could remember who it was because I’ve got a bone to pick with them.  Anyway, screw temperatures in the teens.  I looked up Helen, and believe it or not it was even warmer there than in Dahlonega.  So, off to Helen we went!

Anna Ruby Falls in North Georgia

I think the creek descending from Anna Ruby Falls offers some of the best photo opportunities.

I absolutely love Anna Ruby Falls no matter how many times I visit.  I’m pretty sure I’ve even posted about it here before, but it’s worth another mention.  The paved trail leading up to the falls is about a half a mile, and parts of it do get a little steep.  There are beautiful benches spaced just far enough apart that by the time you start to think, “Holy !@#$!” a stone bench juts out in front of you from the mountain.  OK, maybe people in better shape than me don’t think that, but I usually do.  This time, I was surprised to find I didn’t need to stop at all.  Score one for healthier living!  We meandered up to the falls, taking photos all along the way, and then found our way back down.

Unicoi State Park in North Georgia

“Just chillin’ on mah branch.”

When we got back to the parking area, we decided to do the lake trail that wraps around Unicoi Lake in Unicoi State Park.  Despite the drop in elevation, it felt much colder out in the open with the wind blowing, but we pressed on.  The path is a nice two and a half mile walk in the woods.  It gently rolls around the perimeter of the lake with plenty of places along the way to stop and take in the peaceful scenery.  And, if you’re into that kind of thing, take photos.  The only wildlife we spotted was a single heron perched on some branches sticking out of the water, but we encountered a few other brave hikers along the way.

Unicoi State Park in North Georgia

God’s country. For real, y’all.

Once we finished up the hike at Unicoi, we did the only sane thing we could think of and rewarded ourselves with some yummy food and beers in Helen.  I mean, we earned it, right?!?!  Uh-huh.  I thought so, too.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m constantly on about how incredible it is to live in the North Georgia mountains, but days like the one described here make me feel like the luckiest person in the world.  Beautiful scenery, quality time spent with a friend I don’t see often enough, and beer.  What more could a girl want?

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Gustavo’s Pizza in Dahlonega

Gustavo's Pizza in Dahlonega

Yes, I eat my pizza with a fork. You wanna fight about it?!?!

Yesterday, I got a hankering for pizza.  Being lactose intolerant does not lend well to eating pizza, but after reading several sites that spoke of those who are lactose intolerant being able to enjoy “most cheeses” I decided we were going to Gustavo’s Pizza here on the square in Dahlonega for pizza last night, and I enjoyed it so much that you’re getting a blog post two. days. in. a. row.  WOW!

Gustavo’s expanded their location, and the inside of the place has a nice, rustic feel.  The large windows offer a great view of the square.  A wide bar is at the center of the room, and the tables are spaced far enough apart that you’re not bumping elbows with someone when you get up.  We walked in and immediately parked our butts at the bar.  They have an excellent beer selection which is very important when it comes to pizza joints.  I highly recommend the Southern Tier Euro Trash Pilz which is what I enjoyed last night.  The bartender was well informed about the different draft beers they offer, and she was willing to give us a small taste of the ones that were new to us.

We ordered a pizza with pepperoni, sausage, onions, jalapenos, and *gasp* extra cheese.  I figured if I was going to do it, I might as well do it right.  When the pizza arrived, I was surprised that there was plenty of room on the bar for our pie, our plates, and our beers.  We dove right in, and the flavor was incredible.  The crust was done to perfection.  It was nice and thin with a perfectly browned bottom, so I think it’s safe to say they use a real pizza oven.  The jalapenos were fresh which is a sticking point of mine.  Most pizza places use jarred jalapenos, and the flavor just ain’t the same.  Fresh jalapenos are so crisp and flavorful in addition to the heat…. mmm…. sorry, I just drooled on myself.  I loved this pizza so much that I ate three slices (and four Lactaid pills!), and I am normally a one or maybe two slices kind of girl.  Never mind that it’s not healthy or lactose free.  Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and live a little!

If you’re ever in the mood for an excellent pizza, Gustavo’s is the only place in town if you want to do it right!  I highly recommend it.

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Homemade Chicken and Dumplings

I shamelessly announced on Facebook yesterday that I make the best chicken and dumplings ever, and I was immediately asked by a few people to share the recipe.  I figured I’d go ahead and share it with y’all because, well, I needed to post.  Before I get into all of that, let me tell y’all first about what an amazing time I had turning 40 this past weekend.

Guitar Dude took me to a hot tub cabin near Unicoi State Park in Helen, Georgia.  For those of y’all that don’t know Helen, it’s a little town nestled in the mountains that has a Bavarian theme to it.  When Guitar Dude and I met, we spent a lot of time in Helen and for that reason, it has a very special place in my heart.  It rained almost the whole time we were there, but the hot tub was on a screened in porch so the weather didn’t make a bit of difference to us.  We soaked away the minutes in the hot tub debating who was going to get the next beer (boy did I ever milk the whole “But it’s my birthday……….” thing!) and occasionally got out to eat some decadent food or run into town or both.  The night of my actual birthday, we headed into town for some German food.  I just felt like I needed some schitzel, yahear’d?  I had pork schnitzel in my mind, but once we got to the Old Bavaria Inn I decided I was going to try veal for the very first time in my life so I got the wiener schnitzel (which, by the way, is not a wiener, schnitzel or otherwise).  Oh my goodness, I have no idea how I lived this long without eating veal.  It was sooooooo good, as was the spatzle.  I think I could eat my weight in schnitzel and spatzle.  It’s the German in me.  Plus they’re just fun to say.  I decided somewhere between the first beer on Friday night and our final soak in the hot tub Sunday morning that turning 40 is a’ight by me.  So all y’all out there fixin’ to turn 40, I’m here to tell you it ain’t so bad!  In fact, I kind of dig it.

OK, so…. on to….

Chicken and Dumplings

Homemade Chicken and Dumplings


1 1/2 pounds boneless skinless (trimmed) chicken breasts
Approx. 8 ounces of low-sodium chicken broth
One medium sweet onion, diced
Baby carrots (I used about a half a bag.)
2 tsp minced garlic
Black pepper, garlic powder and thyme, to taste


Put whole chicken breasts into a 5-quart pot with the chicken broth, diced onion, garlic, and baby carrots.  I don’t cut my carrots up because they get tender enough as it is.  Fill pot with water to within a couple inches of the top, add the first round of black pepper, garlic powder and thyme.  Cook on medium high for two hours.  Pull the chicken out, shred it, and add it back into the pot.  Return to a high boil (with lid) in preparation for the dumplings.

Dumplings: (I use my biscuit recipe, which I’ve perfected since posting it on here a long time ago, plus some “extree” stuff.)

2 cups all-purpose flour (White Lily)
3 tsp baking powder (Clabber Girl)
1/2 tsp salt
1/3 cup (lactose free) butter
1 cup (lactose free) fat free milk
Chopped Chives
Garlic Powder

Mix together the flour, baking powder and salt.  I use a wire whisk to make sure it’s kind of sifted and well combined.  Add in the chopped chives and garlic to taste.  If I had to guess how much I use, I’d say a sh*tload, but use whatever suits your fancy.  Don’t skip either, though, because they give the dumplings an awesome taste.  Stir that around, and then cut in the butter until the mixture resembles a crumbly mess.  Then stir in your milk, being careful not to overwork the dough.  Once it’s just barely combined, take the lid off your soup pot and drop the dough in one heaping tablespoon at a time.  The dough will sink initially but should rise back up to the top pretty quickly.  Once all the dough has been dropped into the pot, replace the lid and leave it cooking at a high boil for about 30 minutes.  The dumplings will be soft on the outside, but nice and fluffy on the inside.

I know this isn’t an exact recipe, as with a lot of other stuff I cook, but this is a good guide to making a killer pot of chicken and dumplings.  The measurements for the dumplings, other than the chives and garlic powder, should be followed exactly.  The soup will seem watery before you add the dumplings, but the flour in the dumplings will thicken it up and make it a nice and creamy, steamy bowl of goodness.

And with that, it’s lunchtime!  Bring on the leftovers…

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A Girl and a Gun

Well, here I am, just a few short days from turning the big 4-0, and in honor of it I’ve decided to tell y’all about my newest hobby.  For Christmas, Guitar Dude got me my very own gun.  It’s a Mossberg 500 Persuader, aka my boomstick, and she sure is persuasive alright.  She persuades me to shoot on a right regular basis.  Now, it was really supposed to be for home defense purposes, and she does sleep under my side of the bed, but I’ve found I have way too much fun with her to just leave her there.

A Girl and a Gun

I’m pretty sure by chick standards I’m some kind of anomaly because most women try to avoid recoil.  Me?  I want something that makes me feel alive.  She’s only a 20-gauge but #3 buckshot coming out of that 18.5″ barrel gives you a real kick, a feeling I find almost addictive.  We try to go shooting weekly, and I have to say I’m a pretty good shot.  I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of that thing should I decide to pick our house to break into one dark and lonely night.  As I’ve gotten more and more into shooting, we’ve been getting to know the local ranges that allow shotguns.  On one range’s website, I found reference to a group called A Girl and a Gun.  Well, heck.  That sounds like me.

Another reason I’m an anomaly in the girl world (read: considered weird) is because I don’t do typical “girly” things.  I’m a tom boy, man.  I don’t want to stand around in the kitchen with a bunch of women talking about how their men suck (mine doesn’t), what their kids are putting them through (I don’t have any), or how much they hate their coworkers (I only have one, and other than his fart smells occasionally wafting into the hallway, I kind of dig him).  I don’t do needlepoint or crochet or knit or whatever it is other women do for a hobby.

I was starting to think I’d have to take up one of these hobbies just to make some new girlfriends when I came across the A Girl and a Gun group on the range site.  It is a national group of women who support other women shooters, and they have local chapters all across the country.  I crossed my fingers and looked up my area, and low and behold there was one that meets two Thursdays a month a little under an hour from me.  HOT DANG!!  The idea of spending a couple nights a month in the company of other women who truly enjoy one of my own favorite new hobbies sounded good to me.  Guns!  Shooting!  Buckshot! YeeHaw!  And they even go out to socialize after the range.  I like socializing!  Naturally, I signed right up.

So far, I’ve been made to feel very welcome on their online group page, and I’ve verified they don’t mind my boomstick.  This Thursday is my very first time getting together with the A Girl and a Gun ladies, and I can’t think of a better way to kick off my 40th birthday weekend than with a little gunpowder and lead.


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Puppy Love

Today, some 14th day of February, evokes a lot of emotion in people.  For some people, it’s good.  For others, it’s very bad.  Well, I fall into the first category.  I can’t help myself. Maybe it’s the fact that I am happily in love with Guitar Dude or maybe it’s that I’m getting soft in my old age.  Either way, I started the day in the kitchen laughing hysterically at myself as I prepared this for my still sleeping love:

Puppy Love

Love makes you do strange things, man…

We don’t do grande gestures and expensive gifts in our house.  It’s just not our style.  So, for Valentine’s Day, I got Guitar Dude a Smith & Wesson sign to hang over the gun cleaning table, which he occasionally lets me use, and a sweet card which I perched next to his lovey dovey aiggs this morning.

I really wasn’t expecting anything in return because, let’s be honest, Valentine’s Day is mostly a girl thang, but yesterday The Big Brown Truck delivered a package for moi.  Let me preface this by saying I periodically ask Guitar Dude for a Basset Hound puppy, and he always answers, “…”  For real… I get silence or dots.  The last time I asked, I jokingly told him I better get a stuffed Basset Hound for my office so I can stare at it and be thankful it’s not pooping on my floor.  So, yesterday when he told me to open the box, I found this sweet thing staring up at me:

Puppy Love

Just look at those big ol’ eyes……

OK, I added the heart marshmallows.  Also, I ate most of the heart marshmallows after I took this picture.  Ain’t my new puppy cute?  And he won’t even tick off the cats.  Or poop on the floor.  Or need walked at 4am….in the rain….when he can’t find a good spot, and I’m standing there groggily in mismatched shoes with my hair sticking up going, “Cooooome oooonnnnnn……..” knowing dang well that dogs can’t poop under pressure, man.  Yep, ol’ Tracker and me are going to have a fine future together.

Anyway, our Valentine’s Day has been filled with a heart shaped breakfast, some puppy love, a lot of marshmallows and that deep, genuine kind of love you don’t need a special day to express.  I hope each of your days has been filled with something equally wonderful!

Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all… from our house to yours!

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Almost Healthy Corn Casserole

We went to a dinner party Friday night, and they served a delicious corn casserole.  When we asked about it, they told us it was a Paula Deen recipe.  Well, most of y’all know I am lactose intolerant.  I ate a handful of Lactaid pills at the party, but I still paid dearly the next day – to the extent that I had to miss going shooting which is one of my favorite hobbies these days.  So, Sunday I set about coming up with my own lactose-free recipe for corn casserole.  Now, I said in the title that this is “almost healthy” but I’m going to go ahead and tell you if you’re one of those carb-freak-out kind of people, this is not almost healthy.  You should probably just stop reading here.  It is, however, almost healthy for my carb-loving self.  (Lord I hope my doctor doesn’t read this blog.)

Most people use Jiffy cornbread mix and canned corn in their corn casseroles, but I’m not down with either.  First, I can make a way better cornbread mix than Jiffy ever could because they put sugar in theirs.  There ain’t no sugar in cornbread, dangit.  Also, I can’t eat canned cream corn because, well, it has cream in it.  So I did what I always do and made my own.  What follows here is a really freakin’ delicious cornbread casserole totally from scratch.

Almost Healthy Corn Casserole

Almost Healthy Corn Casserole (sugar and lactose-free)

2/3 cup White Lily all-purpose flour
1/2 cup white cornmeal
1 TBSP baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
10 oz. frozen whole kernel corn
10 oz. creamed corn (instructions to follow)
1 cup Tofutti Better Than Sour Cream
1/2 cup melted soy-free Earth Balance butter
1 1/2 cups shredded Cabot Extra Sharp White Cheddar (naturally aged)


Preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease 8×8 baking dish.  In large bowl, whisk together flour, cornmeal, baking powder and salt until well blended.  In a smaller bowl, stir together the melted butter, creamed corn, and sour cream.  Once mixed, add to the larger bowl and stir until well combined.  Add in the shredded cheese and stir, again.  Pour into greased baking dish and bake 35 – 45 minutes, until slightly browned on top.  Remove from oven and cover tightly allowing it to set an additional 5 – 10 minutes or as long as you can stand it.  This last part seals in the moisture and makes it so tender and delicious, so don’t skip it!  

Creamed Corn

10 oz frozen whole kernel corn
1 cup fat-free lactose-free milk
1/4 tsp black pepper
Pinch of garlic powder
1 TBSP butter
1 TBSP White Lily a/p flour


Place corn and butter in medium sauce pan on medium heat.  Stir flour into milk until smooth.  Stir into the sauce pan and add black pepper and garlic.  Cook until thickened, stirring frequently to keep the milk from burning.  

Most recipes call for some combination of heavy cream, half and half, plenty of salt and quite a few tablespoons of sugar, but I cut all of that out.  By doing that and using fat-free milk, it cuts out a lot of the unhealthy stuff that makes eating corn casserole such a guilty pleasure. Yes, there is still butter and cheddar cheese in it, but as long as you don’t sit and eat the whole pan, I’m pretty sure you’ll live.

By the way, you’ll want to eat the whole pan.  Don’t do that.


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