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Bacon Around the World: Speck-en Sie Bacon?

Bacon Around the World: Speck-en Sie Bacon?

People often think of it as being as American as apple pie, but many cultures around the world bring home the bacon.

The largest pork-producing nation is China, clocking in at 51.6 million metric tons, according to the USDA’s Foreign Agriculture Service. After that comes the European Union at 22.6 million and the U.S. at 10.5 million. Brazil, Russia, Vietnam, Canada, Japan, the Philippines and Mexico round out the top 10.

In China, bacon is actually called “lop yuk,” which is air-cured bacon with soy sauce, brown sugar, and spices. In Japan, you pronounce it “beikon.”

In the U.K. they call it a “rasher”; in Germany it’s “speck;” in southern Switzerland and southwestern Austria it’s “bauchspeck,” which is air-cured, birch-smoked pork belly. In Italy, it’s called “pancetta,” and they also have “guanciale,” a dry-cured pig jowl, and lardo, which is “dense, white, delicate fat from pig rump cured for months with salt, spices and herbs and served raw paper-thin on toasted bread,” according to the RepublicofBacon.com. (See their infographic on bacon around the world.)

In France, it’s called “lard salé,” and a popular dish is “petit sale,” which is salt pork with lentils. In Hungary they have garlic bacon, which is bacon soaked in a garlic saline solution that is dry-cured for several days, coated with beef blood and paprika, and then heavily smoked to “dry-burn the coating,” according to RepublicofBacon.com.

“America is pretty much the only place where bacon is from the belly — in other countries, it’s typically from the loin like Canadian bacon and Irish bacon,” said Heather Lauer, author of the book “Bacon: A Love Story” and the "Bacon Unwrapped" blog. “But while we may not agree on the cut, we all agree that anything from the pig that has been cured and/or smoked is always delicious!”

Brooks Reynolds, chairman of the Iowa Bacon Board and co-founder of the Blue Ribbon Bacon Festival, said the main difference is that American bacon tends to be crispier than bacon in other countries, where it’s thicker and less crisp.

In Canada, they use back bacon, which can be smoked or unsmoked.

“Canadian bacon’s just ham,” Reynolds said.

Though, in their defense, they also have peameal bacon, which is back bacon, brined and coated in fine cornmeal. It used to be made of peameal (ground up dried peas), hence the name.

“I taught English in Korea, where it’s called 'Sam Gyup Sal,'” Reynolds said. “That’s some great stuff. It’s not cured. It’s pork belly. It’s different. They cook it on the grill right there — like Korean barbecue!” he said. (See pics at koreanbacon.com.)

“I was in Austria and Hungary last December — their bacon is so unique, it varies from town to town. More of a thinner and not as heavily cured or smoked,” Reynolds said. “Mexico has the ‘chicharron’ – pork belly. I love this little Mexican tienda (shop) — I eat half a pound of chicharron and a Mexican Coke for lunch sometimes!”

And, of course, there’s that time he ate whale-wrapped bacon in Iceland. There, bacon is thin and cooked like a rasher — English-style.

“Here (in the U.S.) bacon is very crisp. There, it’s a rare bacon and kind of limp. They don’t have a lot of fruit wood like applewood or cherrywood to smoke it with. The cure isn’t as strong and prominent,” he said. “There aren’t a lot of hogs in Iceland!”

And while Reynolds has indulged in porcine delights all over the world, he says the best bacon in the world comes from Des Moines, Iowa. Well, he is from Iowa, the nation's No. 1 pork-producing state, where I believe there's bacon in the tap water, so he may be partial.

There’s only one way to find out: It’s time to hit the road and bacon up!

— Cindy Perman, CNBC.com

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About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.


About A Boy…A Tape Measure…And A Footlong Weenie

Never underestimate the importance of knowing your weights and measures.

For Christmas one year, my mother gifted my boys with Home Depot tool boxes, complete with the full range of functional, but small-sized tools. They each had a hammer, saw, pliers, screwdriver, wrench, level and tape measure. Most children, when in possession of such items as hammers and saws, would immediately set about harming themselves or property with these tools. Not my kids. For my kids, it was the tape measure.

We all know that men get really hung up on the size of their “bits and pieces”, but being from a family full of girls, I had no idea that this obsession begins in boys at such a young age. When he was in Kindergarten, my youngest informed me that his bits were bigger than Jacob’s bits. As it turns out, the kindergarten boys were in the habit of conducting side-by-side comparisons. Nice.

Enter the tape measure. So one day when this same cherub-cheeked boy was 5, I was in the kitchen cooking lunch, and he was lying on the sofa watching T.V. He was devoid of clothing, without apparel, save for the Spiderman underpants he was wearing.

I heard an odd sound, sort of a cross between a chirp and a gasp, coming from his general direction, and couldn’t really tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Glancing over at him, nothing looked askew, so I chalked it up to he was just making weird noises. Boys makes LOTS of weird noises, and I often find I would rather not know why.

Then I heard it again. This time it was a bit louder, and decidedly NOT good. I looked over at him again, and nothing looked odd. Of course, all I could see was the back of his head, and his feet sticking out in front of him. Better take a closer look. As I came around from the side, I noticed that he had the tape measure up against his bits and pieces. Turns out, he had been checking to see if he measured up.

But–and I am trying to put this very, very delicately–you see, we are Catholic….Gentile. Not Jewish. We have never been visited by a mohel, nor had a bris. Sooooo, anywho, some of his bits had gotten stuck in the metal tape as it retracted, and he dared not allow the tape to retract any further. He was a millimeter away from losing his religion. I calmly reached down and pulled the tape back out, thereby releasing his boy bits and allowing him to breathe again. The color came back to his face in an instant, and he let out a huge sigh, at the same time crying out “Mommy, are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. I am not mad at you–I was worried you were hurt”.

I am glad to report that both his religion and his bits escaped unharmed. Bless his little heart.

And his little bits and pieces.

But the funniest part was what happened next.

You see, because he was only just beginning to learn his weights and measures, and didn’t quite have a firm grasp on his terminologies, he went around for the next three months telling everyone that his “weenus weighed 3 pounds”. In between the howling laughter, and spitting beer out of his nose, my husband simply said “you wish..”

His teachers had questions. His friends seemed impressed.

So, please make sure your children understand the difference between weights and measures, and that you know the difference between an inch and a pound when trying these recipes.

BUTTERMILK POUND CAKE

makes one standard bundt cake

This cake is super moist and dense, and tastes exactly like a Buttermilk Pie. It is best served room temperature, with no fanfare, but fresh berries are nice with it if you want to dress it up a bit.

  • 3 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon nutmeg
  • 3 cups sugar
  • 1 1/2 cups softened butter
  • 4 large eggs
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Grease and flour (or spray) a heavy bundt pan.

Combine flour, salt, nutmeg and baking soda in a bowl and set aside.

In the bowl of a mixer, beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add eggs, one at time, beating well after each addition. Add 1/3 of the flour, and 1/3 of the buttermilk, mixing just until incorporated. Repeat 2 times, until all of the flour and buttermilk has been incorporated. Stir in vanilla. Pour into prepared bundt pan, and place in center of oven. Bake for 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out mostly clean.

If you are using a light weight, dark metal, or aluminum pan, you may need to reduce bake time by 10 minutes, at least.

Jalapeno And Cheese Stuffed, Bacon Wrapped Texas BBQ Dog

Foot-Long Texas BBQ Dog

  • 1 foot-long beef weiner
  • 1 foot-long hotdog bun
  • 3 slices thin bacon
  • 1 oz cheddar cheese stick
  • 8-12 jalapeno nacho slices (use pickle slices if you don’t like the heat)
  • 2 tablespoons BBQ sauce

With a sharp knife, cut the weiner lengthwise, going most of the way through, but not all the way through the meat. slice the cheese into three long pieces, and place them in the slit you cut. Place sliced jalapenos or pickles into alongside the cheese. Carefully wrap the bacon around the stuffed weiner, going at a diagonal and gently stretching the bacon to cover the whole dog. Use toothpicks if necessary to secure. Fry on a griddle, or on a grill, until the bacon is crispy on all sides. Brush with BBQ sauce and cook for 2 more minutes. Serve on a toasted bun, with sliced onion.