Hoot Owl Pie?!

Things to love about Appalachia!

Hoot Owl Pie?  While they last?!

I’m not even sure WHAT Hoot Owl Pie is, but this sign cracked me up. This sign appeared in Piney Creek, North Carolina in front of a little local mini mart, I knew I was going to have a go with Google when I returned home.  (This was also the land of little to no cell phone coverage.

Hoot Owl Pie?  Really??  YEP!

Briscoe Darling's Hoot Owl Pie 

1 Good sized cooked hoot owl, boned and chopped
1 Stalk celery, diced
1 Onion, chopped
1 tb Oil
10 oz Package frozen broccoli, cooked and drained
1 c Sour cream
10 1/2 oz Can cream of hoot owl soup
Salt and pepper to taste
Warm tortillas
1 1/2 c Hoot owl broth
1 c Grated rat cheese

Mix the chopped owl, celery, onion, oil, cooked broccoli, sour cream, hoot owl soup, salt, and pepper together.

Then you let them sit while you and the boys play "Never beat your Mother with a Great Big Stick." Be sure you don't play more than 6 choruses.

Roll all of this stuff into the warm tortillas and place them in a baking dish. Then pour the hoot owl broth over them. You cook all of this stuff in a 325F oven for 20 minutes, or 3 choruses of "Dirty Me, Dirty Me, Oh How I Hate Myself."

Make sure the onions are done. Then the last 5 minutes of cooking, place the grated rat cheese on top. Dish out the warm tortillas and hot sauce.

Now then, if the moon is in the "getgone" and the wind blows in snuffs, there ain't goin' to be no hoot owls. In that case, you get Ernest T. Bass to steal you a good sized chicken and ya put that in instead. If you do that, while the chicken is cookin' you get the boys and play 6 choruses of "Don't Dance on the Table Charlene You Stepped in My Collard Greens." Serves 6.

Submitted by: Denver Pyle - cast member, Mayberry.
Origin: Aunt Bee's Mayberry Cookbook. [source]

Yep, North Carolina is Mayberry Country.  And no, I didn’t try the Hoot Owl Pie!

However, I did enjoy a heaping helping of this gorgeous view!

My love of old buildings, abandoned houses, falling down barns – with or without barn quilts and white clapboard churches, meetinghouses and cemeteries knows no bounds.  U-turns happen quite often and you will find me with my cell phone clicking photos from every angle just discovering new places.

Piney Creek Meeting House.

Piney Creek Primitive Baptist church which  was organized here in 1825, but services stopped there in 1980 and the Piney Creek Dirty Fingers Garden Club took over lovingly and carefully restoring this beautiful building.

Thinking of my mom and her love of gardening, I got a big giggle at this sign.  Dirty Fingers!  So fun!

Beautiful!

I wished I could have taken a peek inside, but the windows were too high and the bushes prevented me from getting close.  But what a precious spot.

Further down the road.

Was it a house, or a corner store?

Looks like you could buy used furniture here at one time.

Yesterday in Mouth of Wilson.

It had been pouring on my drive – harder than I have seen in a long time.  While-knuckled driving up the pass from Elkin toward Sparta, fog engulfing everything making it hard to see even the double yellow line marking the center of the road.

As I approached Mouth of Wilson the rain was slowing to a drizzle and clouds were lifting – and yes, I stopped in the center of Jefferson highway, no one in front of or behind me to take this quick sot.  I’ve been curious about this brick factory and what it could have produced back in its day.  I love the color and contrast in this photo.  The ivy spilling over the building remains.  What could it have been?

The first brick house in the area was constructed at Mouth of Wilson in 1800, by Revolutionary War veteran Robert Parson.

The first grist mill to be located on the banks of Wilson Creek was built by Robert’s son, John. In 1884, Colonel Fields J. McMillan built a woolen mill on Wilson Creek. W.C. Fields and Granville Hash purchased the mill from McMillan twelve years later. This partnership lasted until 1902, when Fields purchased Hash’s interest.
Electricity came into the community with the construction of the Fields Dam in 1927.

The Fields Motor Company was established early in the 1920’s, and the Fields family operated a general store at Mouth of Wilson for many years.

Mouth of Wilson, Late 1800s

Was it the home of the Fields Motor Company?  More searching is needed to find out. But look at this town!  It was booming in the late 1800s.  I’m just fascinated.

Cut-throat Farkle Night!

Fun with friends Rick & Mona!

We haven’t seen these two in many months and are so happy to have them up with us!  Steaks on the grill baked potatoes with all the fixin’s and corn on the cob for dinner.  NO HOOT OWL PIE!  We finished up the evening with a few rounds of Farkle and a movie. 

We now live far enough apart from each other that a sleep over was offered and accepted.  Fun to have them as overnight guests. 

Mona and I will be busy in the sewing room shortly – she is eager to dig into the Sugar Bowl blocks (Check the free patterns tab!) as well.  In other words, I am begging her to help sew up my recycled shirt scraps.  My bin overfloweth.

I’ll be busy working on our Mystery project which is coming along so great. 

Quiltville Quote of the Day!

Vintage quilt shared by Virginia who found found it in Ohio.

Thanks for the share, Virginia!

Yep. We've all been there!  I saw this sign somewhere and it just cracked me up.  A good thing to keep in mind – always!

Enjoy your Saturday, everyone!

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