HI,
Note: Henry is far from being considered central Illinois, though western may be more applicable.
To me it is pretty amusing all the people dressed in camouflage to chase a morel. Do they believe the morel will run and hide once they see them? Poor morel is anchored to the Earth until someone comes to claim it.
The move to Henry from Magnolia has been a mixed bag in respect to the food. My favorite vendor: the pie church fundraiser from Magnolia has been preserved. I am the big fan of the lady who leaves a cookie cutter pattern on her pie crust:
This year I had her peach pie, which was as good as this lady has made so far.
The grilled butterfly sandwich was available from the American Legion, whereas in Magnolia it was the fire department. Of course I do recall fondly my conversation with the firefighter spraying a live fire with charcoal starter. I inquired if that was really advisable to do. Another firefighter cracked, "We know how to put them out and we know how to start them."
The pancake and sausage breakfast took a leap in price when moved from Magnolia to Henry. Last year it was 3 sausages, 3 pancakes, $3. This weekend it was 1 coffee, 3 pancakes, 4 sausages, $5. The caseless sausage was excellent with lots of black pepper. When I asked them who made the sausage, they very kindly provided the information:
pork sausage by
Wyanet Locker, Inc.
218 East Railroad Av
Wyanet, IL 61379
Tel: 815-699-2208
Wyanet is west of Princeton. Princeton has a commercial mushroom grower. Twice a year they sell their mushroom compost for $10 a pick-up truck load. At the gatehouse you can arrange buy really fresh mushrooms.
Monterey Mushrooms
27268 US Highway 6
Princeton, IL 61356
http://www.montereymushrooms.com
815-875-4436
Back to the morel fest ... the other two food offerings were pretty mediocre. One vendor sold pig, cow or 1/2 chicken on a pita, your pick for $7. The other vendor made a big deal out of a breadless pork tenderloin. When I inquired what did that mean, he explained it was an oversized ground pork steak. Let's see it wasn't a tenderloin, it wasn't steak, it was really a ground pork patty. I stuck to the local fundraisers and collected tips of places to eat beyond the fairgrounds.
After the fair was over, I went to see the
Perdew Museum. I drove around town to find last years shuttered ‘Dips-N-Dogs,’ had morphed into Nan’s Place (for) Down Home Cookin’:
I stopped in for some iced tea and locally made apple caramel pie. While it was pretty good pie, it wasn’t as fine as the pie from the church fundraiser. However it beat the pants off of almost all the pies served in Chicago establishments. The salad bar was a patchwork quilt of a variety of containers with various salads made on the premises. The specials menu read like classic blue plate specials making Nan's a worthy stop someday in the future:
I proceeded on IL-29 south toward Chillicothe with the intention to check out a recommended restaurant. I wasn't particularly hungry, though it was an attempt to make the trip worthwhile to me. I had the car windows opened and could smell the smoke from BBQ a few moments before I saw the origin. A shuttered gas station now had a new life as:
Please note Willie's is closed on Sundays.
I inquired first for the tamales only to learn they had already sold out for the day. I then ordered a small tips with sauce on the side. Willie cut my tips personally while complaining about my picture taking. Once I got my tips and sat at a bench, I could feel him watching my every expression:
These tips were cut from two slabs: one was dried out and the other was juicy, smoky perfection. Meanwhile a group of local teenagers walked over to eat their fill. They took seat at the booth al fresco, then heaped lots of love and affection for Willie's pork cookery.
Meanwhile Willie came over to check on my verdict. It was easy to praise the perfect rib tips, while ignoring the ones past their prime. I inquired if this was a good weather business. He indicated he had just taken on the gas station, which he was painting and planning to fix up for eating inside. I told him I belong to the Southern Foodways Alliance, whose annual conference includes a catfish dinner in a converted gas station. When he learned it was in Mississippi, then he advised he was from the delta. This rang a bell in my mind, so I asked him about his tamales. He advised the tamales are hand made by himself as he learned them in the Mississippi Delta. He emphatically stated he uses no masa, only cornmeal and the filling is beef. I told him I was very interested in trying these tamales and lamented even more my missing them.
When I advised Willie I planned to come down in a month or so for a promised fried turtle dinner. I think at that moment Willie became my new best friend. He claimed to have talked to someone about fried turtle just an hour earlier, but didn't know any was nearby. We made a deal, the next time I come down he will hold tamales for me. In turn, he will come to the fried turtle dinner wherever it is held. A high five sealed the deal.
Willie advised he has another restaurant in Peoria serving BBQ and tamales, which he runs with his wife.
I have to admit my visit with Willie was the high point of my day. A source for real
Mississippi Delta Tamales is something not to take lightly. Southern Foodways Alliance is collecting oral histories, our Rene G made a contribution on the
Chicago Connection.
Willies Homemade Tamales and Smokehouse
4-way stop at IL-29 & IL-17
Sparland, Illinois
309/686-0515
Willie & Juanita Tamales
1800 North Knoxville Avenue
Peoria, IL 61603
309-686-0515