As there does not seem to be much going on I was at a loss on what to write for you faithful readers. Then I was lugging my 1975 Hope cook book. I have used this cook book a lot especially Peggy Ludwig's molded salad. Well anyway I had the cook book in my hand taking it to the bread box (I have to put it in there as it is in such terrible condition). Well it fell of my hand and went on to the floor in pieces. So what do I do now? I was trying to put it together and came across the page ...
A History of Cooking in Hope
The following is also in the same cook book. Long before a young man named Charles Barrett brought a group of courageous settlers to this area in 1782 to found "Barrettstown" (later known as Hope), there were folks already living here who were known locally as pretty good cooks!
These were the Wawenocks and the Tarratines, two Indian tribes who found this lovely valley, with its ample supply of fish and game, wild fruit and berries, much to their liking.
The Wawenocks set up their wigwams on the shores of the pond (Hobbs) during the warm months, migrating to the coast before winter to dig clams.
One of their favorite campsites was at the narrows at the foot of the pond. Many strange plants and herbs still grow there which could well have been planted by these original inhabitants.
In the fall, these were probably harvested and dried for later use in flavoring their dishes and most important as medicine.
The spot is still referred to by some older Hope residents as "The Indian Gardens."
The two tribes eventually had a disagreement which led to a two-year war.
A truce was finally called by the tribal chiefs. They built a council fire at the spot now known as Hope Corner. What a strange coincidence that this is the same place where Hope people have held hundreds of "council meetings" over years, known to later generations as "town meetings!"
The peace pipe was smoked while the squaws prepared for what was probably the first "public supper" in Hope!
Just imagine the wonderful aroma of roast venison, bear steak and whatever goodies they favored for accompaniment. After this sumptuous feast, still in a festive mood, a group journeyed up on the mountain.
There is a place overlooking the pond, a ceremony was held as they buried a hatchet, rolling a huge boulder over the site.
One of the braves, using a crude tool, carved the outline of a hatchet on the rock. This simple act, according to stories handed down by generations of Hope folks, gave "Hatchet Mountain" its name!
As more and more settlers began to move into the area, clearing land which the Indians had occupied undisturbed for so many years, many a hostile confrontation occurred.
Gradually as time went by most of the Indians migrated out of the area.
While the Indians had done all cooking over an open fire, the settlers built fireplaces, equipped with hanging cranes for fire kettles and brick ovens in which to bake fragrant loaves of bread, fruit pies and puddings.
Even though modern kitchens have changed the cooking methods dramatically since the early days, Hope cooks are still famous for their good food and hospitality.
Some of these early recipes which have been handed down through generations can be found in this cook book.