Since I haven't posted all month practically, it seems that I'm making up for it in these mini posts now. Mom was in town for a few days and we took her out to dinner at one of my favorite barbecue places, the County Line. I love their ribs and other meats and their wonderful sauce, but I especially enjoy their cole slaw. I'm not a fan of cole slaw, but this is the best I've eaten. It's actually the only cole slaw I'll eat. It's not mushy and soggy, but fresh and crisp with a bit of cayenne pepper or some kind of kick to it. Their potato salad is tangy, not too overcooked, and delicious, and finally, their ranch style beans are also fantastic.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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