Baked Jalapenos|Bacon-Draped Stuffed Pepper Poppers

Baked Jalapeno Pepper Poppers make a great snack for almost any occasion.

Mammoth jalapeño peppers; ground beef and pork; cream cheese, thinly sliced hickory-smoked bacon and a 350° F oven are what's required to produce these wonderfully tasting cheese-filled hot pepper poppers.

I am always on the look-out for the large jalapeño peppers at my the local market but this year I decided to grow some myself in my herb garden so I can have plenty at hand at a moment's notice.

That is what it takes to make up a batch of these baked peppers. If hot tasting food is part of your dietary indulgences, then you will certainly be pleased when you bite into one of these spicy-hot appetizers--guaranteed to open up the sinuses.

Ingredients

• 12 large jalapeño peppers, cut in half lengthwise
• 1 lb. breakfast pork sausage
• 1 lb. lean ground beef
• 1 (8 oz.) package cream cheese
• hickory-smoked bacon, thinly sliced

Instructions

1. cut the peppers in half and remove seeds and inside ribs
2. brown the two types of meat together and remove any oil
3. mix meats and cream cheese together until well blended
4. stuff each pepper half, slightly bulging
5. stretch and drape bacon slices over peppers
6. arrange the pepper halves (face up) in rows on a cookie sheet
7. bake at 350° F for about 30 minutes (until bacon turns crispy)

Note: In the prep stage, cut the bacon slices into 3 equal lengths. Gently stretch the cut bacon in all directions before draping it over the peppers. This means you should have enough with 8 slices of bacon to cover all of the appetizers.

When the peppers are done you may serve immediately, or you may freeze them to use at a later date.

When you are ready for a few appetizers just pop them in the microwave oven for a minute or two until they become piping hot.

You may want to serve ice cream as a desert. (smiling).

Bon Appetit!
KT

Gaspard's Cajun Dirty Rice Recipe (video)

Gaspard's Cajun Dirty Rice Recipe is an easy meal to make and a very tasty side dish which goes well with barbecue, smoked or fried turkey and chicken, and is also a great stand-alone meal.

Ingredients

• 1 lb. lean ground beef
• 1/2 lb. hot breakfast sausage
• 1 lb. long grain rice (3 cups)
• 2 Tbsp. butter
• 1 can beef stock
• 1 packet of Lipton's Beefy Onion soup mix
• 1 medium onion, chopped
• 1 small bell pepper, chopped
• 1 bunch of green onions, chopped
• 2 sprigs of fresh chopped parsley (optional)
• salt and pepper to taste

In a large cast iron skillet begin by browning both meats over medium heat. About half-way through the browning process add the Lipton's Beefy Onion soup mix, the chopped onions and bell peppers and continue to cook (uncovered) until the vegetables have become translucent.

Next, stir-in the can of beef stock and continue cooking and stirring for about 15 minutes before adding the chopped green onions and parsley.

Finally, stir-in the cooked rice and mix well.

Serve piping hot. Makes 10 -12 servings. Enjoy! Ahheee!!

Scary Stories | Loup Garou | Cajun Werewolf

A Haunting We Will Go. Please Don't Forget the Garlic.

The four Cajun fur trappers in this bloodcurdling story eventually found themselves trapped (like rats) in an old hunting and fishing cabin deep in the dark and foreboding swamps of south Louisiana.

The date was October 31, 1969 -- Halloween night.

Place: Indian Bayou, Louisiana.

Follow along as the unsuspecting Cajun quartet leads us on a journey of unimaginable freight as they experience, first hand, the full meaning of what it feels like to be truly terrified. Forget the popcorn, but NOT the garlic.

TASTE FOR THE BIG RATS

It was a long day and hard work running and setting rat traps for miles along the mosquito infested water's edge of the winding bayou.

It was also a few minutes before nightfall when the four trappers gathered at an old fishing camp where they planned to spend the night.

The cabin was an inheritance and now belonged to Gaspard, one of the members of the trapping party.

His deceased uncle left it to him several years earlier. The small weather-beaten shack had not been used by anyone since the old man's death.

The inside of the old fishing cabin had a tight seal to prevent mosquitoes from entering.

Old army cots,  which were still folded in place against one of the inside walls,  provided the trappers instant access when it came time to get some shut-eye.

Despite the harsh weather conditions it had experienced through the years, the old shack was still in good shape. Good enough to serve as a temporary shelter for the night.

No one wants to be caught outdoors in a south Louisiana swamp after the sun goes down.

A warped overhead sign hanged above the door of the small fishing camp.

The crooked hand-painted letters spelled, "TIDE OVER" and was almost illegible because, like the old cabin, it too had weathered many violent gulf storms over the years.

Like boats, Cajuns traditionally give their fishing camps names.

Most names have a story behind it, but no one knew why Gaspard's dead uncle gave his camp the name "TIDE OVER".

Behind the camp, catercorner to the porch, was a walk-way which jutted several feet out onto the waters of the bayou.

Gaspard's uncle had built a make-shift dock about mid-way and that was the place where the trappers safely secured their boats.

The bounty of nutria was stored in a large metal cooler near the back door.

The quartet had settled in for the night.

They had already bagged a couple dozen large rats so now it was time to pop-a-top on a few cold ones.

After skinning and tanning the animal skins, Cajun trappers would sell their hides to a French consortium who made fashion products with them.

The meat of the large rats was sold to the locals for consumption or for crawfish bait.

Soon the screened windows of the little camp were aglow and casting feeble yellow light into the labyrinthine darkness of the surrounding swamp.

Insects buzzed against the window screen and now and then a big moth would flutter there for a while before the darkness would swallow it up again.

The men made a quick meal of some catfish they had caught earlier in the day and washed it down with ice-cold beer.

Soon the lights were dimmed and the tired trappers contentedly took to their beds.

From outside, amid the comforting chirping of the crickets and katy-dids, the familiar snuffling of the raccoon and the possum could be heard.

Every now and then a little “plunk” from the still bayou water meant a fish was jumping or a frog had caught a meal.

Surrounded by the all encompassing darkness and the hypnotic symphony of sounds from the insects and bull-frogs, the trappers were soon asleep.

Baudier was the name of the first man to wake up, jolted, all of a sudden, but by what he did not know?

Blinking in the darkness, he listened. He sat up. And, he listened some more.

He heard nothing ... absolutely nothing ... not a sound. Not a cricket, not a katy-did, not a snuffle or a plunk, or a croak. He heard nothing.

“Chotin!” he whispered to the man on the cot next to him.

“Chotin! Wake up, man! Dere’s sometin’ wrong out dere!”

Chotin, a large figure of a Cajun man, slept shirtless with his pants and white shrimp boots on. Suddenly he sat up, too, and blindly gazed into the darkness toward Baudier’s voice.

“Maannn! What is wrong wid you?” Chotin droned.

“You waked me up from a good sleep, I tell you. Dis better be good!”

“Shhh!” said Baudier. “Listen!”

 Baudier looked around the small cabin until he focused on Chotin's face.

“Hear dat?”

Chotin listened, but he heard nothing.

“Hear what?” , Chotin asked with a scowl on his face.

As Chotin asked the question he became acutely aware of the dead silence outside.

He whistled in the direction of the front door using a low-pitch so as not to awaken the other men in the cabin. But, there were still no sounds coming from outside.

“Chere! Dere ain’t notin’ out dere!”

But, Tirout and Gaspard did hear Chotin's whistle and sat up too.

“Man, what yous doin’?” asked Gaspard.

“Shhhh!” came a hoarse little whisper from Tirout.

“Listen! What’s dat?”

Together they heard it. It was the sound of a thump, followed by another thump, followed by a couple of splashes ... then two more thumps.

The trappers were terrified by the approach of  the thumping sounds and were wondering where they were coming from?

Then they heard another thump, and then another, coming from the little spit of land where the traps were set. 

The splashes put the sound near the boats which had been tied-up at the dock.

Waiting, sweating, not understanding what had them so frightened, but too scared to ignore their gut, the four trappers sat petrified, in the dark, while they listened to something approach in the absolute stillness of the night.

Thump! Thump!

“Gawd!", said Baudier as he cleared his throat. When the white eyes of the other men turned on him he said, “Dat sounds like feet to me!”

Then all eyes turned toward the screened windows.

Just then came three more thumps in succession followed by the definite sound of something stepping onto the wooden porch alongside the camp.

The men had never before been so frightened in all their lives. The feeling of terror inside the little fishing camp hit a peak as a sniffing, snuffling, snorting kind of sound filled the air around them.

 SOMETHING was out there and it was SMELLING for them!

Beads of sweat broke on Baudier’s forehead and dripped down into his eyes.

He glanced at the windows which were sparsely illuminated by the moonlight as it shown down on the shack between the passing clouds high above the canopy of moss laden cypress trees - like a scene from a horror movie.

He could feel the others looking, too.

There never was any doubt as to what Baudier saw next before he passed out, because the other men saw it too!

A huge animal head slowly went past the windows. It had the head of a dog - blown-up to enormous size. They saw the creature in vivid profile against the shimmer of the full-moon.

Long dog-like ears stood straight up to hear every sound. The glassy-yellow monstrous and watery eyes that, had they turned to look inside the camp, would surely have caused the shaking Cajuns to die of fright on the spot!

Drool hung in long sinuous strings from its grisly teeth, and, perhaps worst of all, was the scraping and screeching of what could only be long nails scratching along the outside wall.

Suddenly, the creature bent down, probably to walk on all fours because the next sound was like a big dog scampering on the wooden porch planks.

The thumping led away to the rear of the camp and suddenly there came a loud metal “CLANG!” The beast had found the old cooler where the nutria were stored.

With growing terror and disgust the Cajun trappers sat in the darkness of the camp and listened while the horrible loup garou devoured every single one of the large nutria rats they had trapped in the swamp that day.

Guttural gulping and horrible cracking of skulls and bones filled the men with dread, but they dared not move so long as the loup garou was feasting.

Long moments passed that seemed like hours, then suddenly, to their horror, Baudier began to awake and he was groaning loud enough for the werewolf to hear!!

All the white eyes in the pitch-black room turned upward and each man began to pray, while Baudier continued to groan. Suddenly, the horrible eating stopped. The loup garou was listening!

They heard a limp and sad little thump. The men knew the beast had dropped a nutria to the wooden floor of the back porch. A rustling and clicking noise meant the beast had surely heard Baudier’s pitiful groaning.

Chotin, Tirout and Gaspard thought about all the things they would miss in life – boudin sausage and Miller Lite beer, bingo and deer hunting and their boats and wives – when suddenly, from out in the swamp, they heard a sound that made the hair on their bodies rise and stand straight on end!

“Aaaarooo!!” came the howl. The noises on the porch outside stopped.

“Aaaaarooooooooooo!”

Another loup garou was out in the swamp calling for its mate!

In a flash of thumps, snorting and splashes, the loup garou bounded away from the little camp, leaving the trappers in a drenched, watchful peace.

They clung together, with the revived Baudier holding on for dear life, until the pale gray light of day could be seen through the windows. Then, all together in a group, they moved toward the back door and opened it.

What greeted them was such a feast of horror that none would soon forget it!

Nothing was left of their trapped nutria except some patches of brown fur ... and some bones ... and a lot of blood.

The men moved around to inspect the area. They found huge prints, like the footprints of a large canine, all around the camp. It was Baudier who pointed out the scratches on the outside walls.

Suddenly Tirout stopped.

“Listen!” he called out in a hoarse whisper.

They listened.

Out of the silence they heard a single cry.

It was the “caw” of a lone black crow from the very top of distant cypress tree.

As they watched, the old crow spread its wings and flew away. As it did it seemed to the men, that life in the swamp might be returning to normal.

“You know what dey say, don’t you?” asked Tirout.

“Dey say that dem old gypsy women ... dey go around like big black crows and dey is the only one dat know how to get rid of the loup garou!”

The men watched the crow grow smaller in the distance - wheeling and fluttering down to be lost among the moss-shrouded trees and vines. This was a sign to them that it was safe to move on.

And this, they say in south Louisiana, is a true story of the loup garou.

I hope you enjoyed this anonymous short story entitled "A Taste for Nutria".

And, I hope he or she [the unknown author] does not mind the few embellishments I made.

I don't know if even a boat-load of garlic would have done the trappers any good, do you?

Garlic offers a variety of benefits besides culinary uses and scaring hairy monsters away.

It is a natural insect repellent which can be used on the body and garlic helps us ward off other insidious creatures which lurk inside our bodies, like parasites and harmful bacteria.

It is also claimed to help prevent heart disease (including atherosclerosis, high cholesterol, and high blood pressure) and cancer.

So, it might be a good idea to keep garlic around the house for other reasons besides warding off evil spirits and werewolves.

Ahheee!!

Real Beef Onion Soup Mix

Real Beef Onion Soup Mix that you can make at home. So easy!

Ingredients: 

• 1 crushed (granulated) beef bouillon cube
• 2 Tbsp dried minced onions
• 1 Tbsp all-purpose flour
• 1 tsp corn starch
• 1/2 tsp salt (optional)
• 1/4 tsp granulated garlic
• 1/8 tsp onion powder

There are times when I like to use soup mixes to liven-up the tastes of the meals I prepare and I'm particularly fond of a well-known mix with the highlighted words 'Beefy Onion' on the package (Lipton). But the fact is that one cannot find a single hint of beef products in the mix. Hmmm?

Semantics! I think that's when advertising companies slightly bend the meaning of words to represent something totally different. It sometimes confuses consumers, like me, into thinking they are buying something which they are not. I hate to say it but it happens to me all the time.

In this example, their use of the descriptive word 'beefy' means something which tastes similar to beef,  (not the real thing), thus allowing the imitation beef flavor to stand out from the rest of the average onion soup mixes on your supermarket shelf. And, they charge a premium price for it.

While it's true that well-placed words on product packages can increase sales, it's also true when consumers don't take the time to analyze all the ingredients on labels they may not discover the differences between the imitation flavors and the real McCoys.

If you read the box labels on the most popular brands of onion soup mixes, for example,  you will discover that each packet contains roughly 4 tablespoons of well-mixed ingredients. Much of this is salt which may be gratifying for instant soup lovers and good for quick gravies, but not useful for many types of cooking.

When salt is added at the beginning of the cooking process it usually toughens that which is being cooked, unless it is done on low heat for longer periods of time. Slow-cooking crock pots make excellent vessels for that particular cooking technique.

In the old days, meats which were preserved with rock salt in large 20-gallon ceramic containers would retain the salinity. The salty meats, therefore,  had to be soaked in fresh water for dilution prior to cooking. Then the process of cooking for prolonged periods with low heat was utilized to achieve tenderness.

Moving on.  All you have to do is break down the onion soup mix formulas into their integral parts and play around with different combos until you discover that magic taste and VIOLA! ... you just saved yourself a ton of money over the coming years.

Creating your own brand of 'beefy' onion soup mix at home will save you about 75% of the cost of buying it in the store. Plus, you come out with the real deal, a better deal and a better blend, too. It feels good to know you can make it fast, at a moment's notice, right from your own pantry and spice rack. You don't have all the preservatives and stuff that are in the packaged brands, either. 'Nuff said.

Mix together thoroughly and you are ready to go. Use your mix as you would with any store-bought variety.

Hint: If you want to make your mix "Extra Beefy", you can always add another crushed bouillon cube. You can also add about a half-teaspoon of ground cayenne pepper to 'Cajunize" your mix. This reminds me. Check out my  DIY Cajun Seasoning mix and you will discover yet another pure and simple way to save money and end up with a superior product.

Save and Enjoy! Ahheee!!

Bacon-flavored Ol' Time Homemade Cathead Biscuits

Cathead Biscuits made with hog lard was a very tasty treat at breakfast time when I was a kid growing up on the farm and had a very distinct taste which separated it from today's traditional methods of making biscuits.

Hog lard was the most used cooking fat in our home at that time. There were also occasions when we used the rendered fat of other animals (chicken and beef) in which to prepare specific meals which were associated with the cut of meat being cooked.

If you have never experienced the taste of an omelet or scrambled eggs using a couple teaspoons of chicken oil, then you have missed out on some wonderful taste. To learn how to render oil from chicken skins see an earlier post entitled "Cacklin Cracklins".

Retail hog lard has begun to slowly disappear from the marketplace (even in the deep south) as it is steadily being replaced with processed industrial oils like soy and Canola--the same stuff used in lubricating machinery, running diesel engines, in the formulation of toxic pesticides, as well as for cooking. You can learn more about the toxic effects of soy and Canola oil as a food substance by visiting here.

Today we are going to bake-up a batch of Ol' Time Homemade Cat Head Biscuits made with bacon drippings. I suppose the reason they might be called "Cat Head" biscuits might be because someone  fashioned the biscuits by hand a little larger than usual and they wound-up looking similar to, and as big as, a cat's head when they were done baking. That sounds like a plausible story to me, so I'm sticking with it. I do remember when one of 'em could just about fill me up back in the old days when I was a boy.

I don't fashion the biscuit dough with my hands, however. Instead, I use the opened end of a clean empty food can as my biscuit cutter. It gives me more biscuits of normal size (6 - 8 servings).

This recipe will add a slight bacon flavor to your batch of cat heads. When using bacon drippings keep in mind that it already contains salt from the curing process. Therefore, in this recipe there is no need to add salt when converting the all-purpose flour into self-rising flour.

Note: To make 1 cup of self-rising flour add 1 1/4 tsp. baking powder, a small pinch of baking soda and 1/4 tsp. salt to 1 cup of all-purpose flour and mix thoroughly.

As mentioned previously, there is no need to add salt to make your self-rising flour in this recipe because the bacon drippings already contain enough to create the chemical reaction with the baking powder and baking soda that is needed to make the biscuits rise.

Tip: Liquified bacon drippings can be put in the freezer for a few minutes and it will solidify enough to be cut-in with your flour mix.

Ingredients

• 2 cup self-rising flour
• 3 Tbs. solid and cold hog lard (bacon drippings)
• 1 cup milk

Instructions

1. preheat oven to 450 degrees F.
2. add self-rising flour into a food blender
3. using the "Pulse" feature add 1/3 of the cold hog lard at the time until it mixes-in well with the flour
4. slowly add and pulse the 1 cup of milk into the blender until a soft dough is made
5. roll out the biscuit dough on a slightly floured cutting board to about 1/2 inch thick
6. cut your biscuits into circles (the size of a soup can)
7. place the biscuits onto a slightly oiled pan (touching)
8. bake at 450 degrees F. for 10 - 12 minutes

Serves 6 - 8
Bon Appetit!
KT