When I was little, both set of grandparents lived on farms. My mom’s parents’ house burned down when I was really young and they moved into town, so I don’t remember their farm. But I do remember my dad’s parents’.
I remember a barn with a lot of farming implements and vehicles … and a pony. We also got meat from them fairly often from butchering. I remember the packages wrapped in white paper in the freezer. Actually, I’ve never been big on meat and I just hated most of it. To this day, I have no desire to ever taste steak again. My memories of it are tough and chewy.
Anyway, my mamaw (yes, we called her mamaw – we’re just classy like that) made something from butchering scraps called “ponnus” (that’s how it sounded). I had no idea what it was made of, but I LOVED it.
Ponnus kind of faded from my memory until recent years when I was reading a column in our newspaper by an Amish woman. She was describing “pon hoss”, a fried dish using leftover hog meat. Basically, you mix meat scraps (from Wikipedia I learn that the head, heart, and liver are often used – lovely!) with onion, corn meal, flour and broth, then bake it in a loaf pan. Then fry it up.
I also learned that its origin is German, called Panhaus. It’s still popular in Pennsylvania, where it can be called “panhoss” or “pannhas”.
I often think of food during my childhood. You didn’t hear (at least I didn’t) talk about what was healthy, reducing fat, etc. I doubt that Panhaus would be recommended on any healthy eating list. However, it is a fond childhood memory. Here’s a panhaus recipe.
Panhaus – Mamaw’s recipe
1 lb. pork sausage
2-3 chopped onions
1 t. salt
1/2 t. pepper
Cook until pork is done.
Add water to pan until it is 2/3 full.
Mix 2 cups cornmeal and 1/2 cup flour in loaf pan.
Turn burner to high.
Add cornmeal/flour to broth using mixer.
Cook until it pulls away from the sides of the pan.
Add to loaf pan until chilled. When ready to eat, slice it and fry in a hot skillet with oil in the bottom to prevent sticking.
(I have to admit, as I typed this recipe much of it did not make sense to me – but there it is).
Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons. ~Author Unknown