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¿Que? Cornelius!
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Last night, I left without a snack and found myself hungry. Reached a Taco Bell at 1:04.am. they closed at 1:00 am. I realize I was fairly close to home so I headed home to make myself something but I forgot to tell anyone that I was off duty and not accepting any assignments. So, of course the phone rings as soon as I get my boots off.
I grabbed a handful of nuts and a Rice Krispie Treat and headed back out.
Early years were in Lou-z-anna and I never really liked pecans. I remember trying them as they had fallen off a giant pecan tree and finding them to be disgusting. About like acorns when unroasted
My father never did a lot of cooking but he was in industrial engineer running a food processing plant down there so using those contacts he came up with a bunch of ingredients for some church fundraising bake sale for fruitcake. Still not a fan of fruitcake.
The next year praw-leens (not pray-leens) were added to the bake sale. I don't think he knew anything about them but he was given a recipe for them and he started cranking them out industrial style. I still didn't love pecans but was more than happy to put up with them for pralines. Because sugar. The crunch is just right in them. He made them just about every Christmas for the rest of his life.
So now, I like 'em, but only sugared ones. They are great with craisins and apples on a chicken salad.
I grabbed a handful of nuts and a Rice Krispie Treat and headed back out.
Early years were in Lou-z-anna and I never really liked pecans. I remember trying them as they had fallen off a giant pecan tree and finding them to be disgusting. About like acorns when unroasted
My father never did a lot of cooking but he was in industrial engineer running a food processing plant down there so using those contacts he came up with a bunch of ingredients for some church fundraising bake sale for fruitcake. Still not a fan of fruitcake.
The next year praw-leens (not pray-leens) were added to the bake sale. I don't think he knew anything about them but he was given a recipe for them and he started cranking them out industrial style. I still didn't love pecans but was more than happy to put up with them for pralines. Because sugar. The crunch is just right in them. He made them just about every Christmas for the rest of his life.
So now, I like 'em, but only sugared ones. They are great with craisins and apples on a chicken salad.