My mom made fruitcakes every year during Christmas season; the rum they were soaked in was all I could smell in our house for weeks and I would only eat the special cake my mom made for me that had no alcohol (I prefer my booze in a glass, thanks). My mother said her fruitcakes would never go bad because of all the alcohol (except for mine, of course) but the theory never got tested because they always got eaten by the people she gave them to. My mom is not old enough to have made the cake they just found in Antarctica, though:

A fruitcake thought to be 106 years old was recently uncovered in an extremely remote Antarctic hut.

The cake was almost “perfectly preserved” and apparently untouched when conservators from the Antarctic Heritage Trust spotted it on a shelf inside a Cape Adare hut, according to Stuff.co.nz.

The shelter was built in 1899 during a Norwegian expedition, but it’s thought that the fruitcake was brought to Cape Adare in 1911 by Robert Falcon Scott’s expedition party.

Lizzie Meek, the trust’s artifacts manager, told Newshub the delicacy still had remnants of Huntley and Palmers brand paper stuck to its side.

“It looks like new, which is quite fantastic,” Meeks said. “It smells a little bit of rancid butter, but it looks beautiful.”

Despite looking “edible,” the researchers were not permitted to taste the cake for ethical reasons.

Meeks added that while the fruitcake’s tin had nearly disintegrated, the cake itself was well preserved due to freezing conditions.

The fruity treat was among nearly 1,500 artifacts found in the Cape Adare huts. The conservators also discovered tools, clothing, sardines, “rather nice looking” jams and “badly deteriorated” meat and fish during their 14-month effort.

Meeks described the fruitcake finding a “quite a surprise.”

“Most people don’t carry a whole fruitcake to Antarctica and not eat it,” she said.

No word on the alcohol content of the cake, but I don’t want to eat it – and it isn’t for “ethical” reasons. Maybe if I had a bunch of alcohol in myself first, but that’s a whole other thing. The cake and other items found with it will be returned to their places of origin so someone else can “discover” them again in the future.

I kind of want to go clear the leftovers out of my fridge now, for posterity or something.

Very old fruitcake

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When you think of American Success stories in Hamilton Missouri it’s quite natural for the first thoughts in your minds to be either JC Penny who was born here, or Jenny Doan of the Missouri Star Quilt company who we wrote about here.

But at the very end of the street, just beyond the last quilt shop, there is a very small building. It doesn’t look like much and only sits about 20 people but it’s an American success story all the same.

This is Hank and Tank’s barbeque and you should know about it.

DaWife DaYoungestSon and I stopped there in the midst of her Missouri Star Quilt experience to have some lunch. Tank took our order and gave me a few minutes of his time.

I recorded this interview after we ordered but before we got our food. Believe me it was worth the wait.

Yes the scarf comes off when eating DaRibs

The Ribs I had were the best ribs I’d ever tasted and it wasn’t even close, they were not served sauced but sauce was provided i we wanted but I found that the ribs were so good that I didn’t want to dilute the flavor the slighted bit (this was in contrast to the pork and pickle at the airport whose ribs which needed bbq sauce to give them flavor). My wife who had the Brisket said it was “melt in your mouth tender” and not only did my son love his pulled pork sandwich but while he never cared for ribs absolutely loved the ones I shared with him as did DaWife, both of who gave me a taste of their food as well.

I spoke to both to Tank’s father and Tank as we ate, he starts preparing his meat for the smoker at 4:30 AM and prepares his mix of hickory and cherry wood before feeding the smokers at 5:30 AM. He was very humble concerning his praise of his food still very much the man who told his family when the idea of opening a restaurant was presented to him “Who’s going to pay money for my barbecue”” even as he sells 800lbs of meat a day on the Thursday, Friday and Saturday that they are open. He was constantly in and out with his brother and son Hank serving the customers who came from all over the world for the jewel of the crown of the quilting world and discovered another gem right beside them.

Without a doubt the food here is spectacular and if you are anywhere near Hamilton Missouri it’s worth coming down for some of the Best BBQ you will ever eat, but what I love most about this story is how American it is. Think about it, a family deciding they have to get their hard-working father and husband out of a corrections job that was killing him, going all in to make their tiny restaurant a success and being rewarded not with glowing reviews from all over who have eaten their food, but more importantly with the improved health of the person they love, which is what they really wanted above all else.

That’s the quintessential American success story.

I don’t know if they’ll eventually decide to open a fourth day or a fifth, or expand into a bigger restaurant and I can’t tell you if you will someday see a Hank and Tank’s chain serving great food all over the country, but that doesn’t matter because that’s not the measure of what success is. If they simply remain a family able to support themselves by working hard and providing customers with great food three days a week that makes it no less an example of the American Dream that Tank’s great grandfather came from Sicily to pursue.


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Honey Badger don’t care, and neither does Mike Huckabee – and for that, we thank him.

Today is the fifth day of May, which means tequila and margaritas are flowing in American bars, to celebrate a Mexican holiday that few really know anything about. Mike Huckabee offended the perpetually outraged by saying on Twitter that he would celebrate Cinco de Mayo by drinking salsa and watching Speedy Gonzales cartoons. Hysteria ensued, of course!

The former Arkansas governor quickly drew criticism comprised mostly of howls that he is raaaaacist, but some people hope he will post video of his festive activity.

Remember last year when Donald Trump tweeted about a taco bowl on this day? Snowflakes got all worked up over that one, and they are all worked up over Huckabee’s tweet today. Trump and Huckabee seem friendly with each other and neither one of them seems to really care at all if they tick off the tolerance mob; I wonder if they are engaged in a competition to see who can get the most histrionics out of the SJW crowds with the least amount of effort? I’m pretty sure my Donald is winning that contest, but it’s not for lack of trying on Mike Huckabee’s part, and I hope the games never end because every time the left loses its collectivist mind, an angel gets its wings another American realizes that the petty leftist temper tantrums are never ending and of no importance other than being nuisances.

Here is the “controversial” Huckabee Tweet:

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When I saw the uproar I said to myself, “I hope he doesn’t apologize, the right needs to stop apologizing for trivialities while the left runs roughshod over us with impunity!”, and I am delighted to report that The HuckaBadger ain’t backing down:

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Right on, Mad Mike, sock it to ’em!

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I woke up unusually early this morning, so I naturally (ehem!) looked up my Twitter feed, and came across this from Juliette,

Indeed.

While I prepared breakfast (huevos rancheros with bacon, in keeping with the tex-mex theme), I pondered the delicious benefits of having a taco truck stop by near my house every day at noon:

  1. A choice of freshly-prepared, tasty food.
  2. It would encourage entrepreneurship and small businesses.
  3. It would probably mean that local governments reduced the red tape associated with such an enterprise – a woman can dream!
  4. Last, but not least, it may put Taco Bell out of business. (Disclosure: I got food poisoning at a Taco Bell years ago.)

Win-win.

It wasn’t until after I finished eating the huevos and bacon and putting away the dishes that I wondered why #TacoTrucksOnEveryCorner trended.

Sooper Mexican explains,

In an absolutely bizarre segment on MSNBC, the Latinos for Trump founder says that if we don’t elect Trump, you’re going to have taco trucks everywhere!!! I’m not sure why he’s against deliciousness, but there you have it.

Say whut?

Sooper Mexican gets to the core issue much better than the guy on TV,

Having been raised in California, I think I get what he’s trying to say, but he’s using the worst example ever because taco trucks are AWESOME. It is true, however, that we’ve been far too lax with illegal aliens in America, and it’s allowed a secondary culture to thrive – one that isn’t assimilating. And that’s a problem. We need to preserve American culture and our principles, and when we don’t even do that among our own native-born kids, we shouldn’t be surprised when immigrants, legal or otherwise, don’t assimilate into that culture either.

But c’mon dude, lay off the taco trucks, they’re amaaazing. That’s the worst argument everrrr!!!

In the interest of culinary diversity, I would not only love a nearby taco truck, but also a gyro truck, a pastrami on rye truck (complete with egg cream, of course), an empanadas truck, and a cubano sandwich truck. On a rotating basis, they would round up the work week nicely.

Speaking of cubano sandwich trucks, if you haven’t seen it yet, watch Chef. Funny and delicious.

Now if you will excuse me, I think I’ll make nachos for lunch.

Fausta Rodriguez Wertz writes on U.S, and Latin American politics, news, and culture at Fausta’s Blog.

by baldilocks

Being blessed with great health and energy for almost all of my life, I found it disconcerting when I began to get tired at strange times in the day—like 1PM. The cure? Vitamin C and lots of it. An orange, a half of a grapefruit, the juice of a small lemon and a kiwi a day seem to have fixed the problem.

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Blood Oranges. Disconcerting at first, but really good for you.

It seems so simple, doesn’t it? We all grow up being told to eat citrus fruit and to drink a lot of fruit juices. Well, I don’t drink juices—or soda—because they have too much sugar in them. I don’t even buy bread that has more than one gram of sugar in it. (The only area in which I break this rule: coffee.) Keeping sugar out of my diet has kept me from getting too humongous–a battle which members of my family fight, especially the women. So, I had been inconsistent in eating the good sugars. No more and those grapefruit(s) are tasty!

Another natural remedy I’ve used for a couple of years: apple cider vinegar. Members of both sides of my family also suffer from high blood pressure, beginning in the late 40s and I was no different. My pressure had been very low before that, but I noticed the up-creep; I was always right on the borderline of hypertension. I did not want to take prescription medication, so I searched online for natural remedies and consistently found a daily recommendation of 2 tablespoons of ACV with 8 ounces of water. Now, every time I go to the doctor and my vitals are check, my systolic is in the 120 range and my diastolic is in the 60-70 range. (I drink it with a straw so that it doesn’t damage the enamel of my teeth.)

I don’t recommend doing any of these things without doing your own home work first and checking with your doctor. I mention them merely because it seems to me that God has provided many of the cures for nagging issues and signs of aging (I’m 54). We only have to be looking for them. And in the age of Obamacare, it’s always a good idea to be looking for ways to avoid the healthcare system.

I also wonder whether much of the craziness we see around us stems from vitamin, mineral and other dietary deficiencies. Well, excuse me now; I think I need a burger. Beef.

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Food has been in the headlines this week, involving both Republicans,

Carson’s theory: Egypt’s pyramids stored grain,

Rubio and Big Sugar. The Florida Senator defends what may be the worst farm subsidy and Marco Rubio and the Virtues of Government Cheese,

Rand Paul awkwardly eats soul food with Larry Wilmore, finally jabs at Donald Trump,

and Democrats,

Pro-Hillary group smacks Republican candidate who asked female supporter: ‘Have you ever been on a diet?’ to make a point about the budget,

Michelle Obama School Lunch Program Gets Boot From High School After Making Cafeteria Look Like It Was In The Middle Of Perpetual Fire Drill.

But the one that really caught my eye was this one: French police in meltdown after four-tonne cheese heist.

That’s 8,818.49 pounds of cheesy goodness, and I mean it (emphasis added)

Police were called to a break-in on Monday in which the owner of the Napier dairy in the town of Goux-les-Usiers discovered some crooks had stolen roughly 100 wheels of comté, a luxury cheese which can only be made in the Franche-Comté region using unpasteurised [sic] cow’s milk.
. . .
It is though that the stolen cheese could be worth more than €40,000 (£28,000).

At current exchange rates, it’s worth almost US$43,000.

I love cheese, especially cheese made from unpasteurized milk, particularly from goat’s milk, but comté is also wonderful. Some may find it an acquired taste, or as Wallace said,

Wensleydale?
Stilton?
Hmmm, I don’t know, lad. It’s like no cheese I ever tasted.”

Back when I lived in Princeton I knew someone who made fabulous cheese from unpasteurized goat’s milk. As Ace puts it,

Unpasteurized — that’s the good shit. That’s what hooks you, that’s what makes you a junkie. Once you’re hooked on cheese made of unpasteurized milk, you’ll spend the rest of your life “Chasing the Cow,” walking down lonely streets and breaking into seedy fromageries looking to score your next “wheel.”

Ace knows.

Ace also points out,

Meanwhile, tens of thousands dollars worth of Welsh biscuits were stolen last week in a crime police are terming “a robbery.”

Crime does not pay, but it sure eats well.

Speaking of eating well, and on time for the weekend, here are recipes for croque-monsieur and Welsh rarebit. You don’t need to spend the rest of your life “Chasing the Cow” for their ingredients.

Fausta Rodriguez Wertz writes on U.S. and Latin American politics, news, and culture at Fausta’s Blog. She’s enjoying a fine New York cheddar while writing this post.

Yesterday all over the web and on TV shows everywhere (even from sane folks like Jake Tapper) about the horrible terrible news that your bacon will be the death of you.

The WHO findings were drafted by a panel of 22 international experts who reviewed decades of research on the link between red meat, processed meats and cancer. The panel reviewed animal experiments, studies of human diet and health, and cell processes that could explain how red meat might cause cancer.

But the panel’s decision was not unanimous, and by raising lethal concerns about a food that anchors countless American meals, it will be controversial

That’s the Washington Post, at Yahoo they say this:

Each 50-gram (1.8-ounce) portion of processed meat eaten daily increases the risk of colorectal cancer by 18 percent, the agency estimated.

A 50-gram portion would be the equivalent of eating one hot dog or two slices of bacon. Americans eat about 21.7 grams of processed pork per day, according to a 2011 National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey.

Right now a lot of lawyers are licking their chops and a lot of members of the food Gestapo are preparing to demand changes in school heath programs, school diets etc etc and I can feel the sheer panic among shoppers at whole foods from here.

And the reason why this is coming?  Well there are two:

  1. Americans are really ignorant about math
  2. What are the actual odds of getting colorectal cancer?

Question #1 matters because while most people hear the words “18% increase” and think that their odds of getting this disease have gone to better than 1-5 the reality is that means the odds have gone up 18% from what they actually were.  For example if something has a 1% chance of happening if you increase the chances of that thing happening by 18%  the new odds are not 19% as some would think but 1.1%  (1/100) * (118/100) or 118/10000 = 1.1%

And Question #2 matters because we can’t find out what the actual new odds are for a particular event until we know what the old odds are, how will we know what number to multiply by 118/100?

Well the answer to question 2 is available online at cancer.org.  Going by their charts men have a lifetime risk of developing colorectal cancer of 1 in 21 or 4.84% and the odds of a woman catching the same disease is 4.49 or 1 in 22

So even though we know that according to the stats given we eat only 43.4% of a hot dog per day on avg let’s assume for the sake of argument that you actually eat a hotdog every single day for your entire life. what does that do to your cancer odds.

Well if you do the actual math and multiply 4.84/100 by 118/100 it mans that 18% increase makes a man’s odds of getting colorectal cancer  go to 5.7% .  For a woman that 4.49/100 multiplied by 118/100 the woman’s odds go up to 5.2%

In other words, if this study is absolutely positively spot on correct eating that hotdog every single day for your entire life raises your odds of catching colorectal cancer by nearly but not quite….1%.

Or to put it another way if you’re a gamer if you eat that hotdog a day then your odds of catching colorectal cancer go from being about the odds of rolling a 1 on a D20 to about the odds of rolling a 1 on a D20.

Now when you put it that way, if you told a guy that giving up bacon decreases your odds of getting cancer by less that 1% most people would decide those odds aren’t worth panicking over and would rightly consider such panic as idiotic.

Which is why newspapers that make a living off of scary click bait, tv shows that make money off of scary click bait, NGO’s that make money off of scary panics, and pols who get big contributions from NGO’s after they get taxpayer-funded grants and colleges who get funding from taxpayer and NGO’s to study these things, and lawyers who make money off of suing successfully profitable businesses, like for example the meat industry aren’t going to show you the math I just did.

It doesn’t fit the meme and there is no profit for them in it.

To be fair, there is absolutely nothing wrong if person decides that 1% increase warrants decreasing one’s intake of processed meats, if an individual thinks the increased risk isn’t worth it it’s their life and their choice to make.

But if you do make that choice do so on the actual evidence not due to panic and deception.

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In case you’re wondering if this is my second post in a row about food, the answer is, yes and no. It’s about food, and it’s about capitalism, two components of the pursuit of happiness (in the form of culinary pleasure, that is).

Ace wrote a very insightful post about the WaPo’s Roberto Ferdman’s Inequality in everything: The rich get better breakfast sandwiches, too.

For starters, Ferdman’s premise that “the rich” are the only ones able to exclusively partake of $12 breakfast sandwiches is faulty, but a superficial person like myself reacts with, “well, boo, freaking whoo. If you want to splurge on a sandwich, you can buy one and enjoy it. Deal with it, Roberto.”

Luckily for us, Ace can intelligently discuss how Ferdman problematizes a simple sandwich while engaging in class warfare in order to defamiliarize your common sense:

If the rich are to be Sandwich Shamed — or worse; perhaps we need to register or even outlaw “Assault Sanwiches” — from even indulging in such a minor upgrade, then what, precisely, are they permitted to spend their money on?

This is socialism, straight up — the insistence that literally no one is permitted to buy or enjoy a better grade of good or service than anyone else.

Which brings us to last night’s Democrat debate, with this takeaway,

President Obama is a great president who has done a great job

But economy is a mess

and the rich are getting richer

and people don’t have good jobs

and only the rich are being helped

So we democrats have to change things.

In other words, socialism.

Capitalism, on the other hand, is the only system where individual rights are prioritized, protected and encouraged. The individual can best exercise her freedoms in a capitalist system, including the right to buy any breakfast sandwich she best pleases. Indeed, a competitive system of free enterprise encourages cooks and chefs to profit from the sale of such creations.

Chew on that while enjoying the breakfast sandwich of your choice.

Fausta Rodriguez Wertz writes on U.S. and Latin American politics, news, and culture at Fausta’s Blog. She reserves the right to proudly buy any breakfast sandwich she feels like eating.

gay flagBy John Ruberry

Like it or not, same-sex marriage is the law of the land. As a conservative with libertarian leanings, I favored civil unions for gays for years, in essence, marriage in all but name. What is now called traditional marriage reaches back into pre-history–social norms should not be thrown overboard so quickly.

As for the other side of the gay marriage debate, the media focus has been on what Friday’s US Supreme Court’s 5-4 ruling in favor of what some call marriage equality means for observant Christians who oppose it.

But what about Muslims? The Daily Beast managed to find a few Muslims who favor gay marriage, but it’s safe to say that followers of Islam overwhelmingly oppose it.

And I believe that Muslims considering emigrating to the United States–and for that matter, other Western nations–might want to consider staying home instead.

Other than our high standard of living, there is much in America for Muslims not to like. Arranged marriages are not only rare but are frowned upon. Dogs, beloved members of many American families, are viewed as only slightly better than pigs in Islamic society only because of their hunting and protection skills. As for those pigs, most Americans eat pork. Women in the United States wear whatever they want–or in some cases, how little they want. And the great majority of Americans drink alcohol–and advertisements for intoxicating beverages can be found almost everywhere. We can change our religion if we like–or, as has been happening more frequently, choose no faith at all. While somewhat controversial, religious satire is common in the USA. For the sake of brevity I’m stopping here.

Bridgeview, IL
Bridgeview, IL

And since Friday–two men, or two women, can marry each other in a government-sanctioned marriage from Portland, Maine to Honolulu, Hawaii.

Guam too.

Despite President Obama’s ridiculous claim that “Islam has been woven into the fabric of our country since its founding,” there is very little Islamic about America.

And the roughly three million Muslims in America won’t be able to change that.

John Ruberry regularly blogs at Marathon Pundit.

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