Great-Grandma’s Homemade Egg Noodles

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These homemade egg noodles are pure comfort food.  My great-grandma made them, then my maw-maw, my mom and now little dude. They are a must have around Thanksgiving, but we also make chicken and noodles at least a time or two throughout the year.

These homemade egg noodles are perfect for making chicken noodle soup. They are also great for beef and noodles or any variety of comfort foods. 

But they are perhaps most famous for showing up as a side dish on our Thanksgiving plates.  No matter how you serve them, they are fun to make and a great project for the family. Nothing tastes as good as homemade!

Noodles were a staple at my mom’s Thanksgiving dinners growing up.  Turkey, stuffing and Thanksgiving noodles were the must haves.  Paw-Paw grew up eating these noodles.  When the hoosier moved to Illinois, the noodles had to come too.

My Great-Grandma McCallum taught my Maw-Maw to make them after she and Paw-Paw got married.  The Buchsbaums took to them quickly!

Mom says Thanksgiving was always a big to-do.  The silver had to be polished, the china and crystal came out. Thanksgiving morning all the grandkids knew what their job was.

Noodle making!  They had to be spread throughout the kitchen to dry.

My mom and her siblings used to love getting to visit Indiana as children.  They enjoyed yearly reunions at Turkey Run State Park.  Visiting their grandparents, Omer and Evelyn, in Crawfordsville was always a treat.

Paw-Paw called the area where they lived “Tinkersville.”  They had a home on an acre and a half a little south of town.  to the suburban kids, this was real country living.

Evelyn (my Great Callum) had a large garden and chickens. She would go get a chicken out of the backyard and fry it.  Scalloped corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, home grown green beans and homemade pies made with lard would finish the menu.

She was adamant that her pie crusts be made with lard and never butter, and where she got her lard for that pie would always be a topic of conversation.

The kids also like their grandparents’ house because they had a riding lawn mower, which they had a lot of fun playing with.  One of the favorite things in the house was the cuckoo clock that was brought here from Europe.  The kids would tell their friends they were going to visit their grandma and grandpa at the “cuckoo house.”

 I remember visiting Great Callum’s house in Indiana at least once as a child.  She moved to Florida when Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw did.  I remember her as a sweet woman who took extra peanuts on her Peanut Buster Parfait and ate a little slice off a Snicker’s bar for a snack, making one candy bar last for days.

She just so happened to be in town when we got an unexpected foal from a pony the vet assured us was not pregnant.  My mom thought it was a dalmatian when she first saw it and then exclaimed “it’s a baby!”  It’s funny how things like that stick out in your head.

Were you lucky enough to know your great-grandparents?  I had the great fortune of knowing 4 of mine and though they are gone now they live on in our memories and in our kitchens!

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