Home . . . A Book and A Menu and Thoughts of Being Home

I returned home on Tuesday from a long, exhausting but productive and exciting week of criminal defense, legal training in San Diego.  The small group sessions offered new friendships and dinner with a high school friend revived a long-ago friendship.  It’s funny how no matter how much someone changes, there is at heart, a nugget or two of the one you used to know deep inside.

Which brings me to the book, A Land More Kind than Home, by Wiley Cash.  The charismatic, heavily scarred, snake-handling Brother Carson Chambliss who guides the River Road Church of Christ in Signs Following in Marshall, North Carolina, would like to hide his past crimes from the congregation he now leads in a lonesome converted general store with windows blocked by newspaper.  No one can look in, and no one can see out; their  view and reason obscured by the newspaper and by Chambliss himself.

Some reviews call this a Southern Gothic novel.  I didn’t think it was Southern Gothic so much as horror.  The descriptions of Chambliss wielding his power by making his flock “pick up snakes and drink poison, hold fire up to their faces just to see if it would burn them,” induce dread.

“[A] right good many of them get burned up and poisoned, and there wasn’t a single one of them that would go see a doctor if they got sick or hurt.  That’s why the snake bites bothered me the most.  Those copperheads and rattlers could only stand so much, especially with the music pounding like it did and all them folks dancing and hollering and falling out on the floor, kicking over chairs and laying their hands on each other.”



The narrative has multiple voices: a child; a kind octogenarian and a sheriff who has seen just about everything.  Each is different, compelling and advances the horror and complexity toward the story’s nearly inevitable end.

My book club very much appreciated the writing while not so much enjoying the descriptions of the cultish church services.

Unless you particularly enjoy eating snake meat, there’s only one other food description in the book but it’s a lovely description by Miss Adelaide of a dream:

“I looked down and saw that I was holding a plate with a napkin over it and that was wet with grease, and when I lifted that napkin I saw that it covered a heap of fried chicken.  . . . I saw it was plum full of people in robes carrying food and instruments up the grassy hllside in the growing dark … and then it struck me that they might just be angels.  Jesus walked right up beside me, and we stood there watching them walk past us and on ahead of us … we were going to a Decoration Day and I knew they’d have the food set out and the hymns going and the sweet tea poured when I met them at the top of the hill.”

I think a fun themed menu would revolve around that vision (with the inclusion of a little devil’s food cake in Chambliss’ honor) and my menu takes the vision into account along with my memories of the potluck dinners at the Springfield Baptist Church from my own childhood.  No snakes there, luckily.  The recipes I’ve included are my grandmother’s — or her grandmother’s.


Fried Chicken

Corn Pudding

Green Bean Casserole

Devil’s Food Cake


Corn Pudding:  1 can corn, 1 cup milk, 2 eggs, 1 dash pepper, 1 1/4 teaspoon salt, 4 tablespoons sugar, 2 tablespoons flour, 1 tablespoon.  Bake 25 minutes at 420 degrees.

Divinity (In my grandmother’s own hand)

3 Cups Sugar    3 egg whites    2/3 cup water     1/2 teaspoon salt    1 cup dark karo syrup

Combine sugar, water and salt and bring to boil.  Cook until a few drops crackle when added to cold water.  Have Karo ready to heat in another pan.  Beat egg whites until stiff.  When sugar syrup is ready, remove from heat and place Karo on to boil.  Add sugar syrup to egg whites gradually while beating constantly.  Scrape mixture into electric mixer bowl and beat.  Heat Karo until it spins into thread.  Add to meringue, beating constantly at high speed.  Use two teaspoons to make individual servings.  3-4 dozen.

Put on some Southern gospel (The Blackwood Brothers, Happy Goodman) and have a wonderful time.


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