The holiday season is a time of wonder – and wonder is just what your friends and family will do when they spot bacon atop the sacred red velvet cupcake. But just like Santa Claus, tasting is believing. Or was it seeing?
This is a classic recipe for the red velvet cake, with a sweet cake and tender crumb. Crumbled bacon is added to each cupcake before baking, and as a garnish at the end along with a traditional cream cheese frosting. The introduction of bacon fat into the frosting brings the flavor profile back into balance as a sweet and savory duet.
- You can adjust the amount of bacon fat you add to the frosting if you inversely adjust the amount of butter. However, be careful not to add too much or the frosting will be runny as bacon fat has a lower melting point than butter.
- Making these as mini cupcakes can make them go further and encourage skeptics to give it a try. You’ll need to reduce the cooking time.
- Red velvet cake gets its signature flavor partially from the tangy notes of vinegar and buttermilk, but the vinegar also reacts with baking soda to contribute to leavening. Keep this in mind as a quick-acting chemical reaction and work quickly once the wet and dry ingredients are combined to get the best texture and prevent a dense cake.
In case you haven’t followed along, I have the best friends in the world. Really (read more here).
About a month ago, I had the esteemed privilege of officiating as 2 of my friends joined in marriage. One of them is a geek, and one of them is a sprinkle. Or… she would be a sprinkle if she got to pick, but for now she’s settled for just being in love with sprinkles. Anyway – you can get to know them at geekandsprinkles.com.
This was my first chance to preside over a ceremony like this. I cannot put into words how momentous it is to be such an intimate part of a couple’s special day – being asked is an incredible honor. Here is an excerpt of words I shared on their wedding day:
What began as a surprise phone conversation when a phone was quite literally thrown at Jason, led to a Southerner moving to Minnesota, later kneeling in the snow on the Stone Arch Bridge in Minneapolis asking for a Chicago girl’s hand in marriage. I have known Coral long enough that I tend to forget she was not always part of my family. Once Jason moved and began to court her, I began to feel the same way about him. I have the privilege of seeing this love grow from the beginning and am excited to watch it blossom into a new era.
If you know Coral or Jason, you know how incredible their story and love for each other is. The setting atop a hill in Stillwater, MN on the steps of the historic courthouse was both appropriate and breathtaking. I hope you’ll join me in congratulating them!
I had another one of those “I’m not sure what to make for dinner, but I have a bag of potatoes to use up” moments a few nights ago. I decided to dig for other things that needed to be used soon, and found I had partial bags of corn and peas in the freezer. I decided a shepherd’s pie would be nice, but the only ground meat I had was chorizo. I’m quick to exchange ground beef or lamb out of a recipe in favor of Italian sausage or chorizo, given I change the herbs or spices up a little. And so, Chorizo Shepherd’s Pie was born.
You’ll notice the chorizo speaks for itself in this version, since so much flavor already exists there. The only flavorings are salt, pepper, garlic, and onion. The potatoes should be a golden variety, as the clean taste of a white-fleshed potato just can’t compete with chorizo.
- You will not be able to judge the doneness of the flour by color, as you’re cooking it in chorizo drippings, so be careful not to overcook it.
- Use a wooden spoon to incorporate the milk into the roux, as a whisk will be difficult with the meat and onion in the pan.
- Keep the potatoes a bit dryer than you would typically serve as a standalone side dish to ensure they’re firm enough to serve as a top crust.
- The overall method is different than you may be used to in a traditional shepherd’s pie, with the vegetables and gravy being cooked all together with the meat. The chorizo flavor needs to be spread out through the dish to prevent too stark a dish between the chorizo and the remaining ingredients.
- Afraid of chorizo? Don’t be! You can find a range of spiciness, from very mild, to very hot. The vegetables and potatoes in this dish help to cut the spice. If you’re afraid the dish will be too spicy for you, cook the onions/garlic and gravy separately and discard the drippings from the chorizo.
- Try creative ways of serving it – perhaps even in some preheated corn tortillas? Chorizo Shepherd’s Pie Tacos. No one will expect that on Taco Night.
You may have noticed I haven’t been here in a while (if not, scroll down). First, I got a new job, and was busy adjusting to a new world, then I started noticing some pain, which kept me from sitting to write as I usually would. A lot of people have asked about my back, so here’s the “short” story.
I began noticing pain in August. Nothing major, just a little twinging in my lower back and left hip if I walked for a while. If I pushed a cart in a store or sat down when I started feeling the pain, it went away. I could then walk just as far again before the pain started. It wasn’t in the way of my life.
As time went on things got worse, but I still didn’t worry. Then, in October and November, I started noticing I’d sit, and the pain didn’t budge. I still did nothing about it, except try to reduce my overall activity to reduce whatever strain I must have been putting on it.
Later in November, a day came where even in my office chair that had been my sole relief all this time left me in excruciating pain. By this time, the pain went all the way down my leg. For months I had been doing my best to hide a limp so people wouldn’t worry about me. I told myself I didn’t have time to worry about it. But this day, everyone knew how much pain I was in. I couldn’t hide it. My friend recommended an orthopedic clinic just down the road from work. I probably shouldn’t have driven, because I couldn’t pay attention to the road. But I went straight there from lunch.
I was seen right away. They suspected either a displacement of my sacroiliac joint or a bulging disc. They tried physical therapy first, since the SI joint problem would respond if that was the case, and would be a less expensive route. My primary physician also did an x-ray and saw my disc spaces seemed fine, but my pelvis was in fact out of place. By the second week in January, I was released by my therapist, had lost 30 pounds, and joined a gym. The pain was back to August levels, so it was once again not in the way of my life, even though I still had a limp. So my diagnosis seemed sound.
Time went on, and it didn’t get any better, but it didn’t get any worse. I continued a lot of physical activity, feeling lucky to dodge the bullet of a long drawn-out back problem. I lost 45 pounds (woohoo!) and went shopping without the motorized carts again (a bigger step than you might realize). But then in early April, as I was vacuuming the living room carpet, my back, leg, and foot hurt like never before. I stopped what I was doing, but the pain only got a tiny bit better. Back into the clinic I go.
This time, an MRI confirmed a ruptured disc – bad enough it wouldn’t respond to therapeutic or pharmaceutical therapy. Even with strong narcotics, steroids, and anti-inflamatories, I was in pain beyond any I’d felt before. I laid on the floor for 2 weeks, drugged and asleep. I didn’t leave the house except to see a spine specialist and back surgeon.
Surgery day changed my life. I woke up without any of the pain I went in for. Since then, I’ve only been dealing with the surgery pain, along with numbness and tingling left over from the nerve damage the disc did to my sciatic nerve root. But that I can live with, and it may go start to heal soon. I can sit and walk straight – and that is surreal. I’m still a month from being considered “recovered,” but I’m off pain medication and am returning to work tomorrow.
So next time you see me – take note that I’m not wearing the walking shoes, leaning to the side, or sitting on every bench in my path. I didn’t want surgery to be the answer, but I’m so relieved I took the step I needed.
If you want to see the fun conversations that happened online as a result of this ordeal, search for #HowChiChiGotHisBackBack (my recovery) and #ChiChiGoneCrazy (me, medicated). Hint: Chi Chi was the name I ended up with in Spanish Class in high school, and several of my classmates didn’t know my real name.