Thursday, February 10, 2011

Bacon; The Gateway Meat

It's not too late to get in on "We Love Bacon"
at New Pioneer Coop in Coralville.

Genie is teaching it.

Ah, we do love bacon. We do.

with Genie Maybanks
Thurs., Feb. 10, 6:00–8:00PM

Bacon is sexy, bacon is fun! Join bacon lover Genie Maybanks for a romp through her favorite recipes featuring outstanding bacon from Iowa and beyond. Learn about and sample pancetta, prosciutto and thick cut bacon; try the unique, double smoked Nueske’s, hailed as one of the top ten bacons in the nation. Genie will demonstrate the preparation of Bacon Wrapped Dates, Prosciutto Wrapped Asparagus, Spicy Squash Soup with Bacon Crumbles; Savory Chard, Prosciutto and Gruyère Soufflé-style Dutch Pancake; and Alambres, the “taco truck” style steak and bacon tacos.

Blueberry Cake With Everything!

My mom used to make something called "Pineapple Dump Cake."

I looked it up on the vast internet, and come up with a lot of recipes for a heart attack and diabetes. So I figured, how hard can it be to recreate this horrid Good Housekeeping recipe from 1982?

Yeah. Not Very.

And bonus! T & Z love love love it!

Butter a 9x13 glass baking dish, dump in a large can of crushed pineapple, 2 cups of blueberries, and a diced up peeled apple. Spread one yellow or white cake mix over the top of the fruit, chop up about 4 tablespoons of salted sweet cream butter and drop the pieces on top of the cake mix. Bake for one hour at 350 degrees.

Zoe named it.

You can eat it with ice cream. It's so cold can eat it for breakfast if it makes you feel better.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Home Sweet Home

I stopped working that big life sucking job.

I'm back.

I don't think I was making a profit. More importantly, my family was suffering. I was suffering. There are many reasons. I can be really analytical. I can prove anything with a spreadsheet, and I will. So I proved that we could probably make it on one income. The thing that really did it for me was this drawing that Zoe made one afternoon while I was at work. When she gave it to me, she said, "This is a picture of how it used to be."
That was the limit of what I could handle. I realized that she had reached her limit, too.