Lake Cumberland, Kentucky is
about five hours south of Cincinnati, but it became the center of my summer
life when my husband and I first started dating. He and a friend shared ownership of a
speedboat named “GoldiLox” (so named for the bagel-loving Jewish owners). We’d
make the trek every other weekend and spend three glorious days waterskiing,
swimming and of course, eating!
Days were spent driving the
boat around the massive lake with miles and miles of smooth skiing water. We’d
head out early in the day soaking up the sun until late afternoon. After hours
of multiple ski runs and swimming in the lake, we’d clean up and head across
the lake at dusk to feed the voracious appetites we’d worked up during the day.
A gin and tonic in one hand
and the wind from the speed of the boat blowing our hair and sunburned faces,
we’d head across the massive lake to Grider Hill Lodge. Not a Four Seasons
resort or fancy marina, Grider’s rustic dock and log cabin lodge might have
been overlooked by a less discerning palate, but we knew what was waiting up
the hill.
With all the calories burned
that day water-skiing, we were ready for a meal to replenish us . Grieder’s
restaurant was known for its’ pan fried chicken and peanut butter pie and they
more than lived up to the hype.
Before the days of eating
clean and low-fat, low-carb foods, the meal began with baskets of dollar rolls
and real butter. A salad came next; mostly iceberg & tomatoes, dripping
with creamy dressing. But the piece de resistance was the fried chicken.
Lightly coated and pan fried (no doubt in lard), the magic spices couldn’t be
duplicated. Add the mashed potatoes, buttered corn and green beans (something
healthy) served family style, and we were in food heaven.
We’d gorge ourselves to the
point of “almost full” because it was almost time for pie. The choice was
always difficult. They were known for the peanut butter pie, but often they had
banana and chocolate cream as well. As good as those pies were, they were
always a disappointment compared to the peanut butter pie. Fluffy and creamy at
the same time with an enormous meringue top, the peanut butter pie was always
cut into “Grandma”-sized slices.
Always too full to move right
away, we’d sit and talk with the lodge owners and staff for hours until they
closed. It became a sort of summer family and we visited often. As time went
by, we moved away from the area and sold the boat. But years later, we went
back to Lake Cumberland for a family trip with our children, and of course,
took them to Grider. Their menu still includes the Cumberland Skillet Fried Chicken and Laura
Ann's Famous Mile High Peanut Butter Pie.
It was delicious, of course,
but I think what it stood for was more important . The tastes, the smells, and
even the pictures on the wall brought us back to a carefree, easy summer life: even
at a time when we were dealing with all of the stresses of careers and
parenthood.
And, from my first bite of
fried chicken to the last morsel of pie, work deadlines, carpools, homework,
and “mom” stress magically disappeared.
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