Hard Cracker Recipe

You've heard stories about it and now you can make it yourself to try. The following are a few recipe's I've found.
Mind your teeth!
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Wayne's recipe for hard tack.
Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.
Mix 3 cups flower and one table spoon of salt with 1 cup water.
Mix until very tacky, slightly dry. (I use my hands and knead in bowl).
Sprinkle table with flower and dump ball of dough on it. Roll it out to about 1/4" think.
Cut in rectangles 4" x 2 1/2", or 3" squares, or circles.
With a 16 penney nail poke at least 16 holes in it. I use one of those 4 prong ice picks.
Put in oven for 30 minutes and then flip 'em baking them another 15 minutes. Cooking time may vary depending on oven and how thick you actually rolled 'em out. Keep an eye on 'em and don't let 'em burn.
After they've cooled have at it, but mind your teeth.
They are good fried in bacon grease or soak 'em in your coffee.


The following is a recipe I picked up at Pea Ridge Arkansas.
It's probably a bit more accurate than mine is.

5 cups flower
2 cups water
2 teaspoons salt
Preheat oven to 425 degrees
Knead ingredients until dough is stiff.
Roll out on floured surface.
Cut in 3" squares and poke 16 holes into top of squares, 4 rows of 4.
Bake for 15 minutes on each side and then turn oven to 200 degrees and let cool. Bake crackers until the moisture is gone, around 8 to 12 hours.


Hard Tack
To the tune of "Hard Times Come again no More"

Let us close our game of poker, take our tin cups in our hand
As we all stand by the cook's tent door
As dried monies of hard crackers are handed to each man.
O, hard tack, come again no more!

CHORUS: 'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry:
"Hard tack, hard tack, come again no more."
Many days you have lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hard tack, come again no more!

'Tis a hungry, thirsty soldier who wears his life away
In torn clothes--his better days are o'er.
And he's sighing now for whiskey in a voice as dry as hay,
"O, hard tack, come again no more!"--CHORUS

'Tis the wail that is heard in camp both night and day,
'Tis the murmur that's mingled with each snore.
'Tis the sighing of the soul for spring chickens far away,
"O, hard tack, come again no more!"--CHORUS

But to all these cries and murmurs, there comes a sudden hush
As frail forms are fainting by the door,
For they feed us now on horse feed that the cooks call mush!
O, hard tack, come again once more!

'Tis the dying wail of the starving:
"O, hard tack, hard tack, come again once more!"
You were old and very wormy, but we pass your failings o'er.
O, hard tack, come again once more!