When I was growing up, my great-aunt Florence used to send
us a package every Christmas. It
contained 2 things and 2 things only: roasted
pecans, and a fruit cake so soaked with rum that the cheesecloth it was wrapped
in was dripping wet. The fruit cake
would always find it’s way to the garbage (though no one would admit to putting
it there), but the nuts were delicious and we would eagerly await them. They came wrapped in wax paper, inside an
old Danish Butter Cookie tin. My dad was
allergic to nuts so they were all for my
mother and me, which was just fine with us.
Now, I can’t tell you this story without telling you a
little about Flo. She was kooky
crazy. And fabulous. She was independent and
eccentric, never married (though she did have a
“lady-friend” named Henrietta), worked overseas in Japan for the
government right after the war, then took a job in Downtown Chicago, communting daily on the train from our
suburb on the North Shore (so bohemian for a single lady in the early 1950’s),
where she worked as a legal secretary in the Loop until she finally
retired. She had rhinestone sunglasses,
painted red toenails, wore wigs (bad ones!) for “fashion”, smoked in secret and when she did, used one of those long handled
cigarette holders like Cruella DeVille, and had a beautifully embroidered kimono hanging in her closet that she brought
back from Japan. When she would get
drunk (which was often), she would put it on,
do a little bow and say “ohio
gozaimasu“, which means good morning in Japanese…lol She was way ahead of her time…until she got
older and then sadly, time passed her right by.
She also had a gigantic fat white-haired cat named Beauty.
One December, my aunt Annie went over to see Flo, who was in
the middle of making the nuts to deliver to our entire family. She was roasting batch after batch, and had
them spread out on cookie sheets all over her kitchen and living room. Annie knocked and let herself in, and then stopped cold: there was Beauty, walking on top
of the nuts, shedding everywhere and licking the salt off them. ALL OF THEM!!
Needless to say, as the story got back to my mom, every year thereafter
the nuts would arrive and my mom would yell “DON’T EAT THOSE! They’re full of
Beauty!!” and she’d throw them right away.
No worries, she said…we’ll make our own.
The recipe below is ours.
They’re spicy, but it’s a salty sweet kind of heat that sneaks up on
you. I like to pair them with an ice
cold Bud Light (or 3!) because its perfectly crisp and carbonated. During the Stanley Cup playoffs
I couldn’t make enough of these and with football starting, it’s a great time
for you to try them, too. Enjoy!
1 - 10 ounce bag shelled, halved pecans
6 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons light brown sugar
1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
4 springs fresh rosemary, stripped off the stalk
1 tablespoon kosher salt, plus a little extra
Preheat over to 300 degrees
ready to roast |
While the nuts are cooking, make the spice mixture:
In large bowl, mix brown sugar, cayenne pepper, rosemary, and 1 tablespoon kosher salt. Set aside on counter until nuts are ready.
When nuts are done, remove from oven and let cool for 10 min. Then, place them in the bowl with the sugar mixture and toss well, making sure the spices coat all the nuts. Pour into colander over sink and shake so the excess sugar mixture falls away.
Place in bowl. Let cool completely and cover until ready to serve.
NOTE: These nuts are great while still hot, but will still be a little soft from the butter. I prefer the flavor and texture of them the next day.
Watashi wa anata no oba Flo no wa toterno tanoshi ita ni chigainai
ReplyDeleteto omou. Will try these next Sunday for the game. -- TK
Ummm, TK...are you on the scotch?? lol
DeleteAwesome,Beauty finger licking good ---Marie B
ReplyDeleteLol I loved the part when she yelled the nuts were filled with beauty. -- not jake
ReplyDeleteLmao this is hilarious. Awww flo lol
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