
When I think of heat nothing stands out in my mind like Texas. In fact I’m pretty sure Dallas was where I learned the definition of hot...
The summer I moved to Texas just happened to be the hottest summer on record. My husband had taken a job in Dallas and I agreed to move there sight unseen, as soon as school was out and the wedding was over and we had managed to spend a little time on a honeymoon. I had never been to Texas but that didn't really bother me. I liked adventure and had been wanting to move somewhere my whole life.
We arrived in Dallas in our brand new bright blue Dodge with black vinyl interior in the middle of June. We rented an apartment which happened to be on the western edge of the apartment complex next to an open concrete parking lot. Within a week the temperature soared over 100 degrees and the daily highs stayed there for the next month and a half. On my birthday it was over 110 degrees. The heat poured into our apartment through the large sliding glass doors, and the air conditioning had no hope of keeping up.
On the news the weatherman was frying an egg on the sidewalk. I think you could have baked a cake in our car as that black vinyl interior sizzled in the open parking lot. Day after day the heat wave broke records and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Thank goodness for air-conditioning, something I had lived without until we moved to Texas. People without it died that summer. Hundreds of deaths were attributed to the record breaking temperatures. It was a difficult summer in a number of ways but I adapted. In the end I think it changed my body chemistry forever.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love Texas. Texas is a huge part of who I am. And, for the most part, I enjoy the heat. On many a drizzly gray day in the Pacific Northwest I have driven my friends to distraction pining for that Texas heat. In fact, it was in Texas that I learned to appreciate not only the virtues of air conditioning but of many other heat inspired blessings as well. Blessings such as:

Pralines
from the November 1986 issue of Southern Living
2 cups sugar
2 cups pecan halves
¾ cup buttermilk
2 Tablespoons butter
¼ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
On the news the weatherman was frying an egg on the sidewalk. I think you could have baked a cake in our car as that black vinyl interior sizzled in the open parking lot. Day after day the heat wave broke records and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Thank goodness for air-conditioning, something I had lived without until we moved to Texas. People without it died that summer. Hundreds of deaths were attributed to the record breaking temperatures. It was a difficult summer in a number of ways but I adapted. In the end I think it changed my body chemistry forever.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love Texas. Texas is a huge part of who I am. And, for the most part, I enjoy the heat. On many a drizzly gray day in the Pacific Northwest I have driven my friends to distraction pining for that Texas heat. In fact, it was in Texas that I learned to appreciate not only the virtues of air conditioning but of many other heat inspired blessings as well. Blessings such as:
- Warm summer evenings under the stars.
- Huge jars of Sun Tea that are brewed on the patio with water heated by the sun instead of in the kitchen with water heated on the stove.
- Pesto sauce mixed in a blender or food processor from the many happy basil plants that thrived in my garden.
- Blue Bell Ice Cream in its seasonal variety of glorious flavors.
- BBQ Brisket in the slow cooker to keep the kitchen cool while providing a most delicious dinner for family and friends.
- The beauty of a bread machine which also releases little heat and requires little effort while making a nice loaf of bread.
- The knowledge that guacamole and tortilla chips, on occasion, can amount to an incredibly delicious no-cook dinner.
- The recipe for these amazing microwave pralines. Though I have traveled many miles since I discovered this recipe and have had many different microwaves with different power settings and options, this recipe, as written, has never failed me.

Pralines
from the November 1986 issue of Southern Living
2 cups sugar
2 cups pecan halves
¾ cup buttermilk
2 Tablespoons butter
¼ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
In a 4 quart microwave safe casserole (I have always used my CorningWare oval 4 quart French white casserole dish) stir together the sugar, pecan halves, buttermilk, butter and salt. (It isn’t necessary to have previously melted the butter.)
Microwave on high for 12 minutes, stopping to stir well at 4 minutes intervals.
Stir in the baking soda and microwave on high for 1 to 1 ½ minutes.
Remove from the microwave and stir until the mixture begins to thicken, then quickly drop by tablespoonfuls onto waxed paper.
When cool the pralines should lift easily from the waxed paper.
These are best served the same day but can be kept for several days in an airtight container.
Enjoy!








































