I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of my family.
Isn’t she pretty? Such a doll. We’re related. No really. Here’s how I found her:
Early this year I got inspired to uncover our ancestry after my husband’s uncle was able to trace back their family tree to the 800’s. No, I didn’t forget a ‘1’ there. I really meant 800.
After joining an ancestry website and doing some digging, I discovered my great great great grandfather was a man by the name of Charles Nelson.
Charles immigrated to the United States from Germany with his family. His father was a wealthy soap and candle factory owner who converted the family fortune into gold bars and had them sown into his clothing for safekeeping during the passage. One night during a terrible storm, Charles’ father was thrown overboard and the weight of the family’s wealth took him straight to the bottom of the ocean. So they say.
|Charles’ daughter, Louise holding my great grandmother Sarah.|
With a mother and siblings to support, Charles would eventually settle in Nashville and open a distillery called Nelson’s Green Brier Distillery. At one point, Nelson’s was out-producing Jack Daniels 17 to 1!
|My great grandmother Sarah–Charles Nelson’s granddaughter.|
Unfortunately the distillery closed down in 1909 when Tennessee passed prohibition laws. Sad, sad day for all of us bourbon lovers.
In discovering our family history and our hard liquor roots, we uncovered that two boys from my generation (also the great great great grandchildren of Charles Nelson) re-started the distillery business in 2012 are now distilling Belle Meade Bourbon; a brand Charles manufactured back in the day.
To say uncovering all of this incredible family history and sipping a bourbon my great great great grandfather used to make has been fun would be an understatement. Our family has had a wonderful time uncovering who we are and for me, that’s what it all boils down to.
Food has always had a sentimental and memorable presence in my life. The stories that pair with recipes and food experiences are equally as important as the taste of the dish to me.
Therefore, upon receiving a beautiful bottle of my bourbon relative, I spent an entire day figuring out how I could cram as much of her smooth flavors as I could into a delectable dessert.
Ladies and gents, I’ve done it.
I present to you Belle Meade Bourbon Ice Cream and Bread Pudding.
If you like your bourbon, you’ll love this. Just as much as I love my long lost relative.
Now, I must go pull her back out and enjoy a sip. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do!