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It’s International Bacon Day!


bacon and brown sugarBorn from a blog written by graduate students in Massachusetts, International Bacon Day is  the Friday before Labor Day, every year.   We can’t turn up any information on who these students are, if they ever had a university affiliation or even if they graduated (and if so from what TO what), but we like their holiday and so, we celebrate. Some say bacon doesn’t have to be cured. Some say bacon is not animal-specific.  I say just because it’s from a duck or a turkey, doesn’t mean it’s bacon.    I also say, if it tastes good, eat it.

This is my blog, so I celebrate only pork bacon, bacon cut from the belly.  (Guanciale is another pork bacon, cut from the jowl or cheek.  On International Guanciale Day, I will speak of it and tell a really funny story about it …)

Today, though, belly bacon is the main attraction.  Forget microwaving and pan-frying, I think the best way to make bacon, is in the oven.

American bacon is from  the pig's belly.

American bacon is from the pig’s belly.


What you need:  Bacon, pan, something for lining the pan (foil, parchment).  If you want flat bacon, you need a weight big enough to cover the bacon.  This can be another baking sheet, a baking stone, or a heavy oven-safe dish.

You also need an oven.  Preheat it to 450.   Line the pan with parchment/pan liner (best), or aluminum foil (pretty good).

Place the bacon strips nice and flat in the pan, making sure none are overlapping.  If you are using a weight, be sure it’s evenly distributed.

And then, bake it until it’s the crispness you want.  This can take 15-20 minutes, depending on your oven, the pans, etc.

Flat bacon is better for glazing with maple syrup or brown sugar and cinnamon, or brushing with melted chocolate.  Also, it looks prettier on sandwiches and you can do more things with it.

Homer Simpson:   I’ll have the smiley face breakfast special. Could you add a bacon nose? Plus bacon hair, bacon mustache, five o’clock shadow made of bacon bits and a bacon body.

 Waitress:  How about I just shove a pig down your throat?”

Burger King's Bacon Sundae

Burger King’s Bacon Sundae



Move over, eggs. Bacon just got a new best friend – fudge.

-Homer J. Simpson



Bacon is fat and salty, which makes it a perfect complement to sweet and spicy.  Blot off the extra fat, and make sure your bacon is at room temperature.  Then,

-melt some chocolate and brush it on top of the bacon, freeze, and you’ve got a nice garnish for Dulce de Leche ice cream, yogurt, or banana cream pie.

-Top with brown sugar or maple syrup, run it back into the oven or under the broiler for a few minutes, let it cool to crispy, and crumble it on top of waffles or pancakes.

-Experiment with spices: cinnamon, star anise, come to mind.  Mix those in with the brown sugar before you top the bacon.

Keep your friends close, and your bacon closer.

My birthday is coming up.






Pirates Point, Little Cayman

Great diving, great food, great fun.  My computer is sluggish and I’m grappling with posting in a timely manner, and being on the beach, on the boat, on the bike.   I’ll try to be better and not bombard when I come home.

An example of why this is one of the best places anywhere, is how we are greeted by the staff, by the other guests.  Over a wonderful breakfast of quiche, strudel, fresh fruit, yogurt, granola, this sign welcomed us.  ”We” are the pop tarts.  Sometimes we are Honeybears or World Travelers; we are wished a blessed day, a gifted day.  Diane is the breakfast chef, she sings as she cooks for us, and she loves us SO much (and we, her).




Danger in the Kitchen

More cutting-edge reporting from the New York Times. (snick)

You stick your finger into an immersion blender, you get cut.  Who knew!  Still, I get it.  Back when I was a kid, our Moms warned us against removing toast from the toaster with a fork, which were known conductors of electrical current.

Now, there are so many new gadgets and geegaws to help cooks with their creations, and so much more to worry about.  A few:

-Vector-Nitro-Butane-TorchButane torches: You are brulee’ing your crème and the flame sputters and dies. Confused, you peer into the place where the flame is supposed to come out, and then press the little trigger thingie repeatedly so you can see if it reignites, and it does … you burn your face.  Danger!

-Pagrill-and-panini-pressnini Presses:  Not sure if the plates on your press will deliver the requisite grill marks to your artisanal bread and and hand-roasted pepper sandwich?  Spritz a little water on the plates and if the drops dance, it’s ready.  Do NOT stick your hand in and close the lid.  Yowza!

ronco injector-Ronco Favor Injector:  To be sure your Thai beef marinade is Thai enough, taste it, fool, don’t inject it into your vein with this hypodermic helper.   Think of the first responders; they have to not be laughing hysterically in order to save your life.  They will talk about it amongst themselves and they will LTAO.

-Commercial-Breville-JuicerJuicers: Electric or manual, press a button or turn a crank, a juicer is de rigeur for the modern cook.  If you find that all your fibrous material has been rendered juice-free and it’s creating a clog, turn the thing off BEFORE you stick your finger into the moving mechanism.  Unless, of course, you are fine with a little more protein in your shake.  LOL!

Any other Kitchen Dangers, post ‘em here.  No fair adding “my partner,” or “vegans.”


Double Nickels, baby!

I’m 55 now.  It looks old in print, but it feels about the same as 54.  Heck, it feels the same as 30, and I’m sure that after another wild week of socializing, I’ll feel 95.  But for now, it’s all good. The family is healthy and moving forward.  Here’s what I learned this year:

-While I do have another challenge in me, others may beg to differ.  So I’ll do my own challenges and be happy with that.

-I should keep this type of musing for New Year’s.

-Lifting “light weights for many reps” is for wussies.   I look and feel stronger after 3 months of Chalene Extreme, than after a year of personal training.

-The day wearing pink, walking, and eating packaged yogurt is proven to cure something, I’ll do it.  Until then, fuhgedit









Great Haul at the Pleasantville Farmers Market

My husband may beg to differ.  He comes from the generation that knows brussels sprouts ashose blocks of frozen goodness*, thawed, heated, and covered in Velveeta.  Not at all like what I found at the Market today — fresh,

tender, firm, and ready to be sauteed with pears and brown butter, or with pancetta and garlic and balsamic.

(* I couldn’t find a single picture of the brussels sprouts of our youth, on Google OR Bing!  Thank goodness for that.)




I snagged more Rainbeau Ridge Goat Cheese for my winter stash, and hit the BuddhaPesto stand — great texture, color, flavor, and I love the name.




Some days I think I have the best life — got to be a judge at the annual Apple Pie contest at the above-named market.  The pies were beautiful:  shiny sugar crusts, short crusts, double-crusts, crumb topped, latticed.  The apples were sweet, tart, firm, spiced, spiked, paired with raisins and nuts; sliced thin and chunked.   There was even a tarte tatin.    Great efforts — sure wish everyone could have won.

The Stats:  Number of pies tasted:  18.   How many I could have fit in my big-a**ed purse:  3.  Number of fellow native Midwesterners I met at the vegetable stand:  1.    What my husband said when he saw the Brussels Sprouts:  gah.





Good for her, sad for us!

There are changes in store for Rainbeau Ridge — wonderful Lisa is leaving for Beijing, and operations and programs there will be curtailed or suspended.  While I loved the cooking classes I took in her cozy kitchen, and my kid loved the goats he tended as a volunteer, we are trying hard not to panic about goat cheese production being halted after this season! I started stockpiling first at n  Mt. Kisco Seafood, and will grab some more at the Pleasantville Farmers Market this weekend.