What is there about bacon? No idea, but here’s another lovely, imaginative example of its versatility:
Need I say more?
UPDATE: Would adding these to the table be going overboard?
Take care–Susan Kaye
Perhaps Austen was onto something when she had Emma Woodhouse send Mrs. and Miss Bates a hindquarter of pork. One of my favorite lines belongs to Miss Bates as she exclaims to Emma, “What a happy porker it must have come from!” She then shrieks at her hearing-impaired mama, “PORK, Mother!”
This is Australian National Bacon Week, and it occurs to me that Ponce de Leon could have saved himself a great deal of time and expense spent searching for the Fountain of Youth. The secret to long life probably lolled happily in a mud hole on a nearby farm. (Hence the old saying, “Happy as a pig in slop.”)According to the Huffington Post, a 105-year-old Texas woman says the secret to her longevity is bacon. She became a widow at age 38, reared 7 children alone, and worked as everything from a cotton picker to a hay baler. I’m not surprised that she didn’t credit her long life to getting plenty of sleep.
“I love bacon. I eat it everyday,” Pearl Cantrell told NBC affiliate KRBC when asked her secret to living so long. “I don’t feel as old as I am. That’s all I can say.”
I admire this woman, a great-great-grandmother who still enjoys country dancing, waltzing, and two-stepping, and who kept mowing her own lawn until the age of 100.
When Oscar Mayer heard about Pearl’s love of cured pork, they sent one of its Wienermobiles to her home with a special bacon delivery. She rode “shot-bun” in the Wienermobile through her hometown.
I’m stopping short of advocating that our readers follow Mrs. Cantrell’s example. Most doctors would advise people to avoid the high-fat meat. Even so, I’m also not a person who thinks people should give up foods that they absolutely love. Perhaps moderation is the key?
“Peponi” is Swahili for “paradise,” and since the music of The Piano Guys is heavenly, I think their rendition of Coldplay’s song improves on the original. I like the African connection; Peponi School is an international secondary school in Ruiru, Kenya, which produces student excellence in both academics and a huge variety of sports. Teachers and pupils have massive input into the school. Peponi School was founded 1989, and its goal has been to “take out the inner pupil.”
Many places are referred to as “peponi” in Africa. The Peponi Hotel in Shela, Lamu, Kenya, is well known for laid-back charm. The food is both simple and legendary. Critics recommend the giant prawns in butter sauce, eaten Swahili-style, sitting round a big brass platter on the floor.
Reading a very short article on the web site Days of the Year dot com they mentioned this day gives us permission to recreate a recipe from our childhoods.
How about it? If you were so inclined, what dish or meal would you make to honor the day?
I have to be honest, I don’t really remember any favorite foods from my childhood. I remember epic battles over things I REFUSED to eat. Liver and onions anyone? I’ve always loved creating mashed potato dams to keep back the molten gravy from the villagers. I used to stir my ice cream until it was the consistency of soft serve. And, I usually sort colored candies like Skittles and M&Ms into their individual colors and eat them accordingly.
We will probably be having tortilla soup for dinner here at Casa de Kaye. It’s easy for me and most of the family likes it.
Back to the question, if you were creating a dish or meal from your childhood, what would it be?
Have a great weekend.
Take care–Susan Kaye
The week started out with my elderly modem peacefully transitioning to that great electronics recycler in the sky. So I was off the grid for a couple of days. I didn’t go nuts, I just sewed a couple of dresses for my granddaughter. I may take pics and post them.
Anyway, after allowing Verizon to give me a great deal on a new hot spot, and pay them $99, I am back in our cyber society. I was panicking yesterday and apologizing to Robin for not posting, blah, balh, blah. I was thanking her for posting in my place, blah, blah, blah. She said, “I thought THURSDAY was you day to post.”
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Well maybe not mine, buy you catch my meaning.
Using my new Wi-Fi hot spot, I found this last night:
Now is this cute or what? A blue ribbon to this person for the most imaginative use of crockery.
My husband and I are prone to digging into thing like this. Who was the first to do this? And was there alcohol involved? (There’s no saying this isn’t coffee and someone was trying to sober up.) Was it a parent? Is this a family tradition? A rite of passage in an ancient culture? Who knows. Regardless of origin, I think it’s great.
And try this at home. Tell me how it works out.
Take a cue from this creative soul and have an inventive Thursday.
Take care–Susan Kaye
Oddly enough, until today I had never heard of George Motz, the creator of the Food Film Festival, the writer of “Hamburger America” book, star of the “Hamburger America” Film, developer of the Burger GPS (the iPhone app which helps you find the best burgers anywhere in the USA), and now host of the Travel Channel’s “Burger Land.”
Too bad Mr. Motz was not able to visit Press’s in Pageland, SC, before it closed. His burgers were the best I ever ate. I have fond memories of stopping by his diner after cheerleader practices, school, or ball games, and I always had a burger and fries. Press didn’t use pre-formed patties. He made his burgers by hand, and I’ve never figured out exactly what he put on them, but they were fantastic. Whatever his secret was, it disappeared with him, and his diner has been replaced by Burger King, Hardee’s, and McDonald’s. It’s just not the same anymore.