Crusts and Crumbs: Bacon bacon bacon!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Bacon bacon bacon!

So, I actually made this a long time ago. But, I just started a full time job and haven't had quite as much time (or energy) to cook in the past few weeks. I plan on fixing that very soon! : ) But here is an older recipe I've been meaning to post. Actually, it's not so much a recipe as it is a method. Anyway. Brown Sugar Bacon!
I know this has been done before, but I'd never made it and randomly decided to give a shot one evening to go along with crepes. All I did was layer my bacon (cheap bacon...very cheap bacon...it was so fatty I thought it was going to be an utter failure! But, I guess all that fat just soaked up that brown sugar and transformed into a sticky, beautiful, tasty, dental catastrophe) on my stoneware bar pan and sprinkle generously with brown sugar. I then baked it in the oven for awhile, til it looked done. I don't know, 20 minutes or so. Voila! It was so good we ate the whole mess before we even began to finish our crepes. I knew we needed a way to make bacon even more ridiculously toxic. : ) Happy artery hardening!!

While I haven't been devoting quite as much time to cooking, I have managed to do a little more photography. It's becoming more and more a passion of mine! Sadly, I've been having trouble with my camera. The pictures have been coming out grainy and streaky. I'm afraid it's about to bite the dust. Let's hope I can get that Nikon before it does!

More Kansas scenery...

I noticed these hay bales on the way to church and wanted very badly to photograph them. My husband stopped on the way home one day, just so I could. :) Isn't he a sweetie?

I think country roads are so achingly beautiful...there's just something so unbridled about them.

I love the lighting in this one. And the lovely natural blurring!

I happen to think Kansas is a beautiful place. : ) Don't you?

This little darling is one of my best friends' daughter.

She's a doll!

This is my oldest nephew. He's my baby, but I can't tell him that anymore. He still gives me hugs though. Without prompting. : )

Oh, how'd this one get in here?? ; )

I think they look like jungle explorers. Even the little one.

Speaking of the little one...

Those eyes kill me. Every time.

1 comment:

ShalSeptember 13, 2009 at 5:37 AM
Hiya! The pics of the kids are adorable, but I really loved the pics of Kansas... it's totally how I imagined Wizard of Oz :D Loved the post about the bacon too... I love love LOVE bacon!
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Understand, I don’t intend to stop posting recipes completely. I still love cooking, and sharing that love with others. But I’ve also always enjoyed writing, and have recently rediscovered that dusty love. I feel like digging it out of the attic, and giving it a bit of a polish. I’ve been inspired by other bloggers, by their
daily grit and grind that they share with the world. By their faith and tenacity as they plod through life. I feel like taking advantage of the flexibility of a blog, and writing what I feel like, when I feel like it. The crusts and the crumbs of my life. A recipe today, a remodel post tomorrow, a reflection on parenting next week. I face a wide open space, waiting to be
filled with whatever I desire. And I like that challenge.

Me.

Much of my writing will never even see the light. It will never make it past the parchment of my mind, where it is scribbled in invisible ink for me alone. But some of it does. That bit is what is written here. Humbly posted for the world to see, if it cares, or to ignore if it doesn’t.
I’m not a spotlight kind of girl. I’m shy, and quiet, and a bit reserved. Oh, I like a good razzing between friends, and a spirited board game with the best of them. I love hosting friends and family and cherishing moments together.
But at my soul, in my heart of hearts, I’m a quiet evening with my man, fire blazing, hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea kind of girl. That’s when I’m most blissful.
So, I don’t write for a spotlight, imagined or otherwise. I don’t write for others. I write for me. If not a single person (besides my soul mate-we’re bonded as one, so he counts as me) reads this blog, I’d be just as satisfied in writing it as if a thousand had read it.Which is good, because a thousand people definitely
won’t be reading this. No, I write because there is an itch in my soul. An urge, somewhere deep inside of my being, to craft my thoughts into words and inscribe them, preserve them, and make meaning from them. It brings me peace to take the whirling dervish in my mind and put him to rest.