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Watermelon Granitas



It’s hard to write about food when you’ve lost your appetite. With all the hot weather lately, who wants to cook, anyway? Not this gal. Lucky for us we don’t have to turn on the oven to enjoy the cool fruits and vegetables of summer: sweet berries, cool cucumbers, crisp salads, and best of all, watermelon.

But watermelons are tricky fruits. Who among us has not experienced the letdown of thumping a pile of grocery store melons, taking one home, cracking it open and discovering a pale, anemic interior? To learn how to pick a good ‘un, I revisited tips gleaned from South Dakota Magazine‘s 1997 visit to the melon-growing experts in Forestburg, South Dakota’s watermelon capital. Here’s what they said:

  • Thumping is a layman’s test of whether the melon is ripe. A hollow sound means “get the knife.”
  • “Once you’ve raised them for a while, you can tell by the color,” said Charlotte Nelson of Nelson’s Melon Stand.
  • “I look for the little curl beside the stem. If it is dry the melon is ripe,” confided Skip Larson.
  • The late Levo Larson, Forestburg’s Watermelon King, told us ripe melons have a chalky look. A melon that needs more time on the vine will have a shiny appearance.

The best way to ensure you’ll be enjoying a ripe, sweet melon is to buy from a grower. “It hurts our pride to pick a green watermelon,” Levo told us. “We guarantee ours to be ripe and we guarantee them to have Vitamin P if you eat enough.” If a cool slice of melon doesn’t seem cold enough on our hottest days, try a watermelon granita. It doesn’t require cooking, and it gives you an excuse to periodically stick your head in a nice cold freezer.



Watermelon Granita

Adapted from Bon Appetit


4 cups cubed seedless watermelon
1/2 cup sugar or to taste
1 tablespoon lime or lemon juice

PurÈe all ingredients in a blender until smooth. Pour into a 9x9x2″ baking pan. Freeze mixture for 1 hour. Stir, mashing any frozen parts with the back of a fork. Cover and freeze mixture until firm, about 2 hours. Using a fork, scrape granita vigorously to form icy flakes. Serve.

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The War for the Strawberries

There is a war taking place in my backyard. Ace, one of my miniature dachshunds, has been battling with the squirrels since he was a mere pup. He stalks and chases them daily. They respond by bouncing from tree to tree and limb to limb, mocking him with their perky chattering. Meanwhile, Ace plants his stout frame on his hindquarters at the base of the mighty cottonwood in which they make their home and bays like a coon dog. It has been comical, and I will admit that I have laughed at him on more than one occasion.

However, the laughing is over. I am joining Ace’s army against the squirrels. You see, last week I witnessed one squirrel digging merrily into my strawberry plants. His bushy tail swayed cockily as he plucked one of the few red, ripe berries and sat back on the railroad tie edging of the berry patch to eat it. Then, haughtily, he reached in and grabbed another. WHAT?!? THIS is why I don’t have any strawberries to harvest?

I have invested in netting to drape my precious strawberries, but the internets are telling me that it won’t be long before my pesky little friend finds a way through that meager barrier. Hubs has suggested a .22 mounted to Ace’s back that he can fire with his tail. This may be war, but I (and city ordinances) would like a more peaceful solution. What is your method for protecting your garden from critters? Any tried and true way to keep the squirrels from driving you nuts?

If you are lucky enough to have strawberries, here is an easy recipe for a sinfully creamy strawberry dessert. This Strawberry Mousse is excellent on its own, served with a few butter or chocolate cookies on the side, layered with fruit and cake or crushed cookies in parfaits, or as a dressed up whipped topping on your favorite strawberry pie or strawberry rhubarb cake. The ideas are endless…if the squirrels don’t eat your strawberries.


Strawberry Mousse

Adapted from Gourmet Magazine

4 cups strawberries, quartered, plus a few additional berries for garnish, if desired
3 tablespoons sugar
3 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
2 1/4 teaspoons unflavored gelatin
4 1/2 tablespoons water
1 cup heavy cream, well-chilled

Mash the strawberries with sugar and lemon juice in a bowl with a fork or potato masher. Sprinkle gelatin evenly over water in a small saucepan and let stand 1 minute to soften. Warm water gently over low heat, stirring until gelatin is dissolved. Stir gelatin mixture into mashed strawberries. Chill bowl of berries and stir frequently until gelatin begins to set, about 5-10 minutes. (The mixture should hold its shape briefly before dissolving.) Meanwhile, beat cream until it holds soft peaks. Fold whipped cream into the strawberries. Spoon mousse into serving dishes and chill for at least 30 minutes, until set. Garnish with additional whipped cream and berries, if desired. Serves 4.

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and two dogs reside near Colome.

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Celebrating with Rhubarb

Today is May 17, and as usual, I am completely offended. On March 17, everyone pretends to be Irish. For Cinco de Mayo, folks don sombreros and down margaritas. But when Norway’s national holiday, Syttende Mai, rolls around on May 17…nothing. No dinner deals, no special drinks, no wild debauchery. What gives? Where’s the Scandinavian love?

It lives in places like Vivian, with its annual Syttende Mai parade and rare springtime lutefisk supper, and at Nordland Fest in Sioux Falls. But that’s not enough. I will not rest until bars across the state offer Syttende Mai drink specials.

There’s just one problem. I have yet to come up with a suitable Norwegian cocktail to capture the public’s attention. Should it contain cream? Probably. Or how about equal parts aquavit and lutefisk cooking water with a butter ball garnish? Hmm… Maybe rhubarb margaritas?

Scandinavians do have an affinity for rhubarb, you know. Its fresh and springy taste goes well with sugar and cream. So until I can come up with a good Syttende Mai drink, let’s celebrate with something safe — a simple rhubarb pudding with plenty of whipped cream on top.



Rabarbagrot (Rhubarb Pudding)

From Norway-hei.com

1 1/2 lbs. rhubarb cut into 1/2 inch pieces
1 1/2 cups water
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup water
3 tbsp cornstarch
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup whipping cream
2 tbsp sugar

Heat 1 1/2 cups water and 3/4 cup sugar to boiling, stirring occasionally. Add fruit. Simmer uncovered until rhubarb is tender, about 10 minutes. Mix 1/4 cup water and cornstarch; stir into rhubarb mixture. Heat to boiling, stirring constantly. Boil 1 minute over medium heat while continuing to stir. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla extract. Pour into serving bowl or individual dessert bowls.

When ready to serve, beat whipping cream with 2 tablespoons sugar in chilled bowl until stiff. Spoon onto rhubarb pudding and serve.

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Prize-winning Rhuberry Pie

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the May/June 1989 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To subscribe, call 800-456-5117.

Somewhere between raising and butchering 2,500 chickens, keeping track of two little boys, gardening and helping her husband, Eugene, with the farm, Marilyn Moeller of Huron won the state rhubarb pie contest in 1988 with a rhubarb-berry blend.

“It was named by my husband. The pie had to have a rhubarb base, and I added raspberries.” She laughed at the suggestion that there might be a secret to good pies.”It helps to raise your own rhubarb. I like the fresh garden rhubarb, it’s sweeter and fresher than anything you can buy. And we like the strawberry rhubarb better than the green stuff.”

Her state victory is proof that practice makes perfect. Marilyn started to make pies at age eight.”My mom (Aileen Luckhurst of Clark) was a 4-H leader and she taught me how. She held pie-making classes when we lived on the farm near Garden City. It was always my job to go get the rhubarb and cut it up.”

She probably learned a few more tricks at Brookings, when she graduated with a home economics degree from South Dakota State University in 1979.

While some gardeners adhere to the philosophy that you should not harvest rhubarb in months starting with the letter”J,” Marilyn said her family ate it all summer.”It probably depends partly on how hot the weather is, whether the plant gets enough water, and when you pick it. The more you pick, the more the plant will produce. Also, if you pick it small it will be sweeter.”


Rhuberry Pie

Crust (makes two):
2 cups flour
1 tsp salt
4 tbsp water
3/4 cup shortening

Filling:
4 tbsp flour
3/4 cup sugar
1 egg, beaten
3 cups diced rhubarb
Ω cup frozen raspberries in sauce
Ω cup cran-raspberry sauce

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. To prepare crust, mix flour and salt together. Cut in shortening. Add water one tablespoon at a time until dough is of proper consistency. Divide in half, roll out and place one half in pie pan. Reserve other half for top crust.

For the filling, sift flour and sugar together. Add beaten egg, fruit and sauce, and stir together. Pour in pie pan. Cover with top crust and cut steam vents. Bake at 425 degrees for 10 minutes, reduce heat to 350 degrees and bake for another 35 minutes or until done.

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It’s Always Cake-Thirty at the Pennington House

Long ago, when the clock struck beer-thirty at the Johnson Brothers Blacksmith Shop in Mission Hill, my great-great uncle Anton Johnson would recite a poem:

Over the crick and through the fence
I’ve got a bucket — who’s got ten cents?

Now there are probably not many people around who remember the days before bottles, cans and open container laws, when thirsty folks could lug their beer home from the local bar in a galvanized, lidded pail. Seems like it could’ve been pretty messy. Would the Johnson Brothers have drunk straight from the bucket — and if so, wouldn’t one of their rowdy blacksmithing buddies have been inclined to jostle the container and spill brew all over? If any of you have insights on blacksmith shop or beer bucket drinking etiquette, please enlighten me in the comments section below.

Much like blacksmithing, putting out a magazine is hot, dirty work. But times have changed in the last century or so, and drinking on the job is as frowned upon here at the Pennington House as it is elsewhere. Cake, on the other hand, is strongly encouraged. For this one, butter and a stout beer such as Guinness are simmered together, then combined with cocoa and other cakey ingredients to make a moist, dark dessert. Drizzled over the top is a chocolatey ooze that puddles irresistibly on the serving plate.

You may wonder whether a slice of cake can give as much satisfaction as a cold pint. I might’ve doubted too, until I brought this to work for all to sample, and heard one coworker exclaim,”Oh my gosh — this is good cake! Wowwww!” so loudly that I could hear her on the second floor.


Chocolate Stout Cake

From the Smitten Kitchen

1 cup stout
1 cup unsalted butter
3/4 cup cocoa powder
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
3/4 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
2/3 cup sour cream


6 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
6 tablespoons heavy cream
3/4 teaspoon instant coffee granules

Cake:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Coat a bundt pan thoroughly with butter or cooking spray. Bring 1 cup stout and 1 cup butter to simmer in a heavy saucepan over medium heat. Add cocoa powder and whisk until mixture is smooth. Cool slightly.

Whisk flour, sugar, baking soda and 3/4 teaspoon salt in large bowl to blend. In another large bowl, beat eggs and sour cream together until blended. Add stout-chocolate mixture to the egg mixture and beat just to combine. Add flour mixture and beat briefly on slow speed. Using rubber spatula, fold batter until completely combined.

Pour batter into bundt pan. Bake cake until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean, about 35 minutes. Transfer cake pan to cooling rack. Cool completely before removing from pan.

Chocolate Ganache:
Melt chocolate chips, heavy cream and instant coffee in the top of a double boiler over simmering water until smooth and warm, stirring occasionally. Drizzle over the top of the cooled cake.

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In Search of Easter Traditions

Do any of you have Easter traditions? Ones that you still celebrate? I’ve been asking around for the last week and a half to find out what other people make for their springtime feast. Ham? Lamb? Hard-boiled eggs? That’s what comes to mind, but most people told me they celebrate with atypical foods like pizza, or that their family spends the holiday at a restaurant. Nothing wrong with that, but I was in search of something a little more South Dakotan, if I could find it.

I have no memory of my family’s Easter meals. We were probably too hopped up on sugar and adrenaline from cousin-chasing to eat actual food. In an effort to find something to write to you about this week, I immersed myself in South Dakota church cookbooks and Wynn”Your Neighbor Lady” Speece recipe booklets from WNAX, but it was no use. Nothing really resonated as being particularly Eastery.

I discussed the problem with my friendly local librarian.”When I think of Easter, I think about citrus and Cool Whip and pastel desserts,” she told me. Aha! I have just the thing — and it happens to be one of my very favorites.

Lemon Icebox Pudding is an old recipe (the”icebox” in the title is a clue), but it’s easy and GOOD. Frozen, creamy lemon fluff rests between layers of crushed crumbs. That’s it. Nothing fussy or fancy, but that’s kind of a bonus when you’re whipping up food for a crowd. Hope you like it.


Lemon Icebox Pudding

3 eggs
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup sugar
Juice of 1 Ω lemons
1 cup heavy whipping cream
3/4 lb. graham crackers or vanilla wafers

Beat eggs. Add salt, sugar and lemon juice, and cook until thick, stirring often. Set aside to cool. When cold, whip cream and mix with the thickened lemon custard.

Crush graham crackers or vanilla wafers and cover the bottom of a square pan with half of the crumbs. Spoon in the custard and cream mixture, then sprinkle with remaining crumbs. The original recipe says to”let stand overnight in a cool place” — mine goes in the freezer so the lemon layer is nice and solid. Cut in squares to serve.

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Housekeeping Secrets of the Bachelor Hermit

I used to be envious of my father’s boyhood experiences growing up west of Volin in the 50s and 60s. The hard work didn’t sound appealing, but the assorted cast of characters did. I was especially drawn to stories about the old bachelors who used to populate the neighborhood. There was the hired man who washed his clothes in the cattle tank and — how do I put this delicately — eschewed both indoor and outdoor facilities in favor of the comforts of the hog yard. Then there was the neighbor across the road who thought he might have a mouse problem. He bought and set a bunch of traps…and caught 40 mice the first night. He said it sounded like a machine gun going off when those traps snapped shut. He collected the bodies in an old flour sack before disposing of them.

Now, I don’t know that I should follow these examples, but it’s nice to know it’s an option. I have a certain admiration for folks who do things their own way, no matter how unorthodox those ways might be, so it was with great delight that I struck up a friendship with a real live bachelor hermit a few years ago. He’s like an eccentric housekeeping mentor, cluing me in on things that my mother never told me about and that my grandmother would’ve been horrified by.

Lesson number one is to never throw anything away. Ever. Seriously. He’s got fruitcake ingredients old enough to buy their own booze, a collection of food containers that threatens to take over his basement, and vast stores of junk mail to be used as scratch paper. Even kitchen scraps can be reused, either as fodder for the compost heap or, in the case of orange peels, converted into candy. Turns out everything’s edible if you just add enough sugar.


Candied Orange Peels

From Classics From a French Kitchen by Eliane Ame-Leroy Carley

Peels of 4 oranges
1 tbsp coarse salt
2 cups sugar
1 cup water
6 tbsp white corn syrup
Confectioner’s sugar

Soak peels overnight in cold water with the coarse salt. Drain and scrape out the white pith a bit. Cover peel with water and boil 20 minutes. Drain and repeat this step twice. In the last cooling period, cook until tender. Cut peel into 1/4 in. strips.

Combine sugar, corn syrup and 1 cup water in saucepan. Bring to boil, then add orange strips and simmer until translucent — about 1 hour. Do not allow syrup to caramelize.

Remove peels with a skimmer and drain on a cake rack. Roll in confectioner’s sugar while still hot. Let peels rest on cake rack 24 hours to dry. The candied peels are quite good plain, and even better when dipped in chocolate. Whatever you do, don’t throw away the cooking syrup — it adds a nice, citrusy boost to drinks.

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Spread the Love

Lately I’ve gotten a startling number of requests for dating advice from people who know me, and should therefore know better. They are surely aware that the closest I’ve come to a date in the last three years was the time I told a lonely ex-Hutterite that my ideal Sunday dinner was chicken and dumplings. Never mention dumplings to a single Hutterite male — he’ll get the wrong idea about you for sure.

Even though my friends have mistaken my jaded air for worldly wisdom, I feel compelled to oblige them as best I can. Here’s some of the questionable dating advice I’ve been handing out lately. Feel free to add your own advice in the comments, so I can steal it and look smarter next time I’m asked for guidance.

  1. Wear clean clothes. This is probably always a good idea when you’re going out in public. If you’re in an emergency date situation and cannot be clean, be prepared to be extra charming to compensate.
  2. Be yourself — but not too much yourself, or your date will get scared. On the other hand, maybe you should unleash the full force of your personality on them. Weeding out the timid right away saves time in the long run.
  3. A lady does not arm wrestle on the first date.
  4. I’ve never forgotten what my kindergarten teacher told me: red and green clash. Dating people of different races, religions, political beliefs and sports affiliations is fine, but never get serious with someone of a different tractor faith.

With brilliant advice like that, is it any wonder no one’s had much luck? Ah, but since store-bought romance is in the air, my single female friends are feeling twitchy. How will they cope with being alone on Valentine’s Day? I say we take a tip from the late Tub Rath, mentioned in our last e-newsletter, who faithfully delivered holiday goodies to the women of Wasta for many years. Perhaps instead of waiting for someone to show up with boxed treats, sappy cards and out-of-season flowers, we should take some initiative and spread a little love around town ourselves. I’ll be doing it with cookies.


Oatmeal Valentine Cookies

2 1/2 cups sifted flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup soft butter or oleo
3/4 cup sugar
2 tablespoons milk
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup oatmeal (quick or old-fashioned)

Powdered Sugar Icing

Confectioner’s sugar
Vanilla
Milk
Red food coloring

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Sift flour, baking powder and salt into a bowl. Add butter, sugar, milk, eggs and vanilla. Beat until well blended, about 2 minutes. Stir in oatmeal. Roll dough out on lightly floured board to 1/4 inch thickness. Bake 8-10 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool on wire rack.

Add confectioner’s sugar to a bowl with a dash of vanilla, a few drops of food coloring (if desired) and a bit of milk. Stir thoroughly, adding milk as needed until icing is thick enough to spread but still runny enough to ooze a little. Spread onto cooled cookies, and let dry.

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Cake Vacation

Photo by Katie Hunhoff.


One by one, my friends are all heading south to enjoy weather even more pleasant than our own. They come back with tales of bikini-clad frolics in the sand, 10 a.m. nacho deliveries by the pool and long lists of new fruity drink sensations. It sounds like fun, but I have no plans to follow suit. After the two years I spent in the Fargo/Moorhead area, EVERY winter seems like a tropical vacation to me. So I skip the longings for sun, surf and sand and opt for this cake flavored with pineapple, coconut and rum instead.



Pina Colada Cake

From the Smitten Kitchen

Cake:
2 c all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
3/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 stick unsalted butter, softened
1/4 c light brown sugar
1 tbsp dark rum
2 large eggs, at room temperature
1 c cream of coconut (look for it in the drink mixer section of your grocery store)
1/2 c finely chopped fresh pineapple (or pineapple from a can, strained, juice reserved)

To brush over the cake (optional):
1 to 2 tbsp rum or 2 tbsp pineapple juice

Glaze:
1 c powdered sugar
Pinch of table or fine sea salt
1 1/2 to 3 tbsp pineapple juice

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter a 9-inch round cake pan and line the bottom with a circle of parchment, then butter the parchment, or use a cooking spray.

Whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a medium bowl. In a large mixing bowl, beat butter and brown sugar with an electric mixer at medium speed until pale and fluffy, then beat in eggs, one at a time, and rum. Add cream of coconut and mix. Add dry ingredients, half at a time, mixing and scraping down bowl between additions. Mix only until flour is just incorporated. Using a rubber spatula, fold in bits of pineapple.

Spread batter evenly in prepared pan. Bake until golden and a wooden pick inserted in center of cake comes out clean, 35 to 40 minutes. Cool in a pan on a rack 10 minutes, then run a knife around edge of pan. Invert onto rack and discard parchment. For extra flavor, brush cake with rum or pineapple juice while still hot.

Cool cake completely at room temperature. Once completely cool, place powdered sugar, salt and 1 Ω tablespoons pineapple juice and whisk until a thick glaze forms. Thin glaze only as needed, adding additional pineapple juice a teaspoon at a time until glaze is just thick enough to pour. Pour glaze into middle of cake and if it’s too thick to crawl to the edges itself, nudge it with a spatula until the top is covered.

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Sweet Time


Editor’s Note: This story originally appeared in our Nov/Dec 2009 issue. In 2011, donations of fudge for state prisoners will be accepted Dec. 12-16 at four locations:

St. Michael Parish –1600 Marion Rd., Sioux Falls
East Side Lutheran Church –1300 East 10th St., Sioux Falls
Benedictine Multicultural Center –2500 5th St SE, Watertown
St. Benedict Parish — 1500 St. Benedict Drive, Yankton

These sites provide holiday treats for inmates in Sioux Falls, Springfield and Yankton. Rapid City and Pierre have their own gift sack programs, so every prisoner in South Dakota will receive something for Christmas. To find out about the Rapid City inmate sack program, call Len Portillo at 605-641-2211. Email Rev. Michelle Bradley at churchofhope@midco.net to learn about Pierre’s program.



Just after the Christmas Eve dinner, chaplains and volunteers will hand out small paper sacks to 3,000 state prisoners in Sioux Falls, Springfield and Yankton. Inside are two Christmas cards nestled among five pieces of hard candy, one cup of peanuts in the shell, a candy cane and two squares of homemade fudge.

Families are not allowed to send food or gifts into the prison. They can give money, but many inmates receive nothing. The cards and candy are the only things that will mark their holiday.

Leonard Blue Thunder has been incarcerated since 1989.”To some in the free world maybe it’s not much, but for me and my friends it’s a very big treat that we wait for the whole year,” he said.”It’s like at home during Christmas, Grandma used to make fudge for us.”

The Christmas cards are handmade by elementary and Sunday school students.”One inmate who had been in prison for seven or eight years saved every one of the cards and took them with him when he left,” said Mary Montoya, penitentiary volunteer for Native Americans. Another inmate was deeply touched when he discovered that the name on one of the cards was the same as his child.

Prison is isolating, particularly during the holidays.”It’s very lonesome and you long to be home with loved ones,” said Blue Thunder.”Sometimes the best part of the holidays is a card from someone you forgot about. It sure cheers your soul up by remembering the good times you had. Then we appreciate the little things in life that we used to do, like going for a simple walk and just being around family at supper time.”

Inmates especially appreciate the fudge and cards because they rarely receive anything homemade.”Anything that helps connect them with the outside — their families or when they were kids — softens them and takes the hardness of prison away,” said the Rev. Regan Beauchamp.”It makes them feel connected, less isolated.”

Most of the prisoners’ fudge comes from home kitchens, but the Catholic sisters of Sacred Heart Monastery in Yankton cooked some in 2008. The monastery also became a drop-off point (above) for Christmas bags that were assembled for prisoners in Yankton and Springfield.

Donated fudge has been a part of the Christmas sack program at the South Dakota State Penitentiary in Sioux Falls for 25 years. Yankton and Springfield state prisons were added recently.

The Rev. Joe Mardian started the fudge program. He raised funds and arranged to stuff the sacks. When he left, the program was overseen by chaplains of various faiths. For a while it was run by St. Dysmas, a Lutheran prison congregation. Dysmas was the traditional name given to the good thief next to Christ on the cross; it’s a common name for a prison ministry. Recently the Christmas sack program has been organized and sponsored by an ecumenical group of prison, religious and cultural volunteers.

Prisoners in solitary confinement receive bags along with everyone else.”We deliver sacks to the door and wish them Merry Christmas,” said Beauchamp. An inmate was on a hunger strike during the holidays a few years ago, but when a chaplain arrived with fudge the strike promptly came to an end.

The recipe has been tweaked a few times over the years.”We were getting fudge that was so hard it could be used as a weapon,” said the Rev. Gary Ternes, a prison chaplain. The present fudge formula is easy to make, doesn’t scorch and most importantly, remains soft.

Appeals for fudge and donations for the other Christmas sack treats are made to parishes of all denominations.”One thing that is neat about the program is that it’s ecumenical — there are people from every faith handing out sacks,” says Montoya.

Nobody calculates how much fudge it takes for 3,000 sacks. “Somehow we end up having enough,” says Beauchamp.”The peanuts and candy — of course we have enough — but the fudge is by faith.”



If you would like to make a donation, here are a couple of prison fudge guidelines: The recipe must be followed exactly and variations will not be allowed inside the prison. Each piece of fudge must be wrapped in plastic wrap; plastic bags are not allowed. For further information or to make donations please contact Rev. Gary Ternes at (605) 367-5113 or e-mail gary.ternes@state.sd.us.

‘Christmas Sack’ Fudge Recipe

1 1/2 sticks butter or margarine
1/2 lb Velveeta cheese
2 lbs powdered sugar
Ω cup unsweetened dry cocoa
1 tbsp vanilla
Ω cup chopped walnuts
Ω cup chocolate chips

In a large saucepan, melt cheese, chocolate chips, and butter together stirring constantly until smooth. Remove from the heat and add the vanilla and nuts. In a large bowl, sift together the sugar and cocoa. Pour the cheese mixture onto the sugar and cocoa mixture and stir until completely mixed. The candy will be stiff.

Using your hands (covered with gloves or plastic wrap) remove the candy from the bowl and press it evenly in a 9 x 13 inch pan lightly sprayed on the bottom with nonstick spray. When cool, cut into 24 pieces.