When life gives you a giant plaster statue of Jack Daniels, you should make Bourbon Syrup with Pecans.
(And never go to another silent auction again.)
Bourbon Syrup with Pecans
1 1/2 cups good maple syrup
1/2 cup bourbon (Jack Daniels, preferred since he is now the ambassador of my living room)
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/2 ish cup of chopped pecans
Bring the maple syrup and bourbon to a boil and simmer for about 10 minutes. Quickly add the cream and stir to combine. The bubbling will reduce immediately, add the pecans, turn down the heat and simmer on low for several more minutes.
Serve warm on waffles or ice cream.
Or on the rocks. Obviously, a woman with a 7 foot replica of moonshiner makes no judgments.
There’s a certain inevitability on any given radio dial in the Year of Our Lord 2013, that at some point within a 3 minute time period, you will be subjected to a Taylor Swift song. Whether this entertains or tortures you is your business, but for me, it provided an unexpected birthday gift this year.
With just a little tweaking to her smash hit “22,” Taylor gets me. So, thanks, T-Swizzle for capturing exactly what it’s like to turn 42.
It feels like a perfect night to pull up our hipsters Way past our solar plexes uh uh uh uh It feels like a perfect night for Pinterest at midnight Errantly texting strangers uh uh uh uh Yeahhhhh We’re savvy spent clever and jaded at the same time It’s miserable and premenopausal oh yeah Tonight’s the night we forget about the laugh lines, it’s time uh uh
I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 42 everything will be alright if you keep my wineglass full You don’t know about me and I can’t remember you but everything will be alright if we just keep Spanxing like we’re 42, 42
It seems like one of those nights Outback’s too crowded too many school kids It seems like one of those nights We ditch the sitter and end up sleeping instead of eating Yeahhhhhh
We’re savvy spent jaded and clever in the best way It’s juvenile and geriatrical oh yeah Tonight’s the night when we forget about the backaches It’s time
I don’t know about you but I’m feeling 42 Everything will be alright if you keep my wineglass full You don’t know about me and I can’t remember you Everything will be alright if we just keep Spanxing like we’re 42
After I spent an insane amount of time rewriting this simple song, I realized that I didn’t even turn 42 this year–I’m effing 43 which is such a 42 year old thing to do that I could have added another refrain.
So here’s some damn sugar and chocolate with booze in it.
Happy @#$% birthday to me.
Tiramisu for 22 at 42
3 eggs, separated
8 oz mascarpone cheese
1 cup strong coffee (because who has a cup of espresso laying around?), divided
1 cup sugar, divided
1 T. brandy
2 T. Kahlua or coffee liqueur
1 1/2 packages of lady fingers
1 cup heavy cream
2 T. cocoa and/or shaved chocolate
(If you’re a normal cook and not a Food Network star, you probably only have 1 hand or stand mixer in your kitchen, so included are some hints for that.)
Beat egg yolks, 1 tablespoon coffee, 1/2 cup sugar until well combined. Add the mascarpone and beat until smooth, about 3-4 minutes. Remove from mixing bowl and give the bowl a wash and final rinse in cold water.
Whip egg whites and a pinch of sugar until fairly stiff; gently fold into your mascarpone mixture, just until combined. Don’t over mix.
Rinse the mixing bowl out in cold water again, dry, and whip the heavy cream with the remaining scant half cup of sugar. (You can adjust the sugar here to taste, and add a teaspoon of vanilla if desired.) Set aside.
Mix the last of the coffee with the Kahlua or brandy in a shallow bowl. Dip a lady finger quickly, and then line the bottom and then the sides of a 13×9 glass dish or trifle bowl with the cookies. Layer half of the mascarpone mixture, sprinkle with cocoa, then repeat with a layer of dipped ladyfingers. After two layers of cookies, cheese and cocoa, top the top with the whipped cream and cocoa. Drizzle with some Kahlua if desired and wrap tightly in plastic wrap. Chill 4-5 hours, but it’s best overnight.
Sing “Happy Birthday” (or any Taylor Swift song) loud and proud.