Homemade corn dog recipes almost never make me happy. There is some flavor missing or the batter isn’t right — I don’t know, it’s always something. I compare them in my head to the ones at the state fair and they never measure up. The frozen ones from the store are just ick.
So, this is simple and there no real trick to it other than the choice of hot dogs. This is going to make the biggest difference in how it comes out. Please, please do not use cheap ones in this and for the love of God don’t use turkey or chicken. What you want is an all beef hot dog that has a strong smoky flavor. I think that the Ballpark Franks Angus type are the best here but you may have a local brand that is better.
So, we went to the fair yesterday. It was warmer than last year but much less crowded. I think I prefer it empty. I just don’t do well in crowds.
I love Fair Park. If you haven’t been to Dallas and you get a chance to come you must, absolutely must, visit Fair Park. It has a collection of some of the most gorgeous Art Deco buildings anywhere. It’s open all year, even when the fair isn’t going on.
So we did the normal stuff, looking at quilts and cars and other things that interested us. Eventually I, predictably according to Shiloh, headed for the wine tasting area. I like this part, not only because I like tasting artisan wines and talking to the vitners and winery owners. There were three Texas wineries represented and I tried one of each — well sort of. One winery was so good that I tried two different wines and liked them both. Continue reading
Since I was a little kid I have looked forward to going to the fair. I am addicted to fair food even though it clogs your arteries and is full of all kinds of chemicals and GMOs this one time of the year I just don’t care.
It’s the state fair, y’all.
Fletcher’s Corny Dogs are pretty much a standard state fair food. I am not sure it’s even legal to come away from the fair without having greedily consumed at least one. I don’t think I’ve ever met a child that didn’t like them — even my child that hates hot dogs likes corn dogs. Continue reading
Homemade buttermilk donuts – there’s just nothing like them when they are hot and fresh out of the oil. Dip them in a shiny, dark chocolate glaze and you have the makings of the best Saturday ever.
You know that life has been crazy busy when I am away from Texas Well Seasoned for six weeks. My gosh! It doesn’t seem like it has been that long. My son came home from Japan on the 22 of July. It was the first time in two years I had seen him – and he brought with him a lovely young lady. We had some exciting things happen, took a whirlwind 36 hour trip to Northwestern Missouri and back, got the kids ready to go back to school… Life is just crazy. I had so many plans for this summer and, although we had a blast, I don’t think I did one of them. Not one. Continue reading
You may have noticed that I do quite a few variations of this dessert from banana pudding with nilla wafers to banana pudding that is a little more exotic. Yes, here is is again, banana pudding with Nilla wafers but this time it is exotic, too, because it’s a banana mousse.
And a peanut butter mousse, too. Continue reading
This has nothing to do with food but everything to do with Texas.
In case you have been living in a storm shelter for the past several weeks you know that Texas is voting on an abortion bill. Well, this post isn’t about that.
What it is about is all of the people who are creating a ruckus and saying that they talk for Texas women. They’re saying that Texas women are suppressed by the men here, don’t have a voice, and are being controlled.
Well-sir, you don’t know Texas women very well.
First of all, one thing we can do here in Texas is talk. I don’t know one woman that has lived here more than a few years that doesn’t learn how to shoot straight from the hip when it comes to what she wants to say. She might say it graciously, bless your heart, but she’ll say it. In fact, a Texas woman can put you in your place so nicely that you will be halfway home before you realize you have been burned. Big time.
Secondly, suppressed. Again, you don’t know Texas women. We know how to talk to our men and we know how to handle things behind the scenes, so to speak. We don’t need to tell everyone how powerful we are, or how important we are — we’ll leave that to the rest of you. Here in Texas we are proud of our men, and we might stand behind them but that’s only because they are man enough to take a bullet for us. You can bet that if they are crossways with something we think is right we’ll set ‘em straight — and we don’t need any help from any fast talkin’, big mouthed woman who has the balls to say she speaks for us. Continue reading
Looking for a homemade waffles recipe that stays crisp, freezes easily, and is delish? Cornmeal breakfast waffles with a little honey for sweetness are perfectly crispy and tender at the same time. The cornmeal gives them that comforting country breakfast vibe and helps them stay as crisp under melted butter and hot syrup as they do under chicken. They freeze well, too!
Waffles are a favorite and I just don’t make them enough — as if any amount could be enough. I have a couple of children that painstakingly fill each indentation with syrup and others that just slap as much butter and syrup on as they can and hope for the best. Continue reading
One of my favorite sandwiches when I was little was peanut butter, Marshmallow Fluff, and banana on toast. Even then I liked to have contrast in the food I ate — sweet, salty, crunchy, rich, creamy, sticky… you name it. I took that sandwich for lunch every single day. Continue reading
When I inherited my mom’s 1939 edition of Better Homes and Gardens cookbook it was stuffed with recipes she had clipped over the years. Once in awhile I still very carefully go through them to reacquaint myself with flavors and foods from my childhood. One of the worn and stained papers has a recipe that was on the back of Pace Picante sauce at some point. Don’t ask me when, but she usually made her own salsa which explains why it was handwritten, right? Continue reading