Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. You know, I enjoy every blessed one of Mr. Keillor’s stories, but this one in particular was just plain lovely. He talked about ice fishing and how sobriety is a like a piano with three black keys that don’t work (you didn’t notice them much before, but now that they are gone things are a bit different) and storm families (I had one when I was a kid. I lived on a farm two miles from town and whenever there was dangerous weather I went to the Raethers’ farm on the edge of town not far from the school).
People are always saying there are two kinds of people, those who THIS and those who THAT. People who like lutefisk and people who don’t. People who fly and people who don’t. People who smell the roses and people who don’t. You know. Two kinds of people for just about everything.
One way I see it is there are people you can count on and people you can’t. And I don’t mean “count on” like bring home a gallon of milk, please (though that’s a big deal). I mean those people who, if you suddenly fell backward, would be there to catch you. Those people who recognize “I need you” without your saying it and there they are. The people who would leave work early, turn off the TV in the middle of the championship round, drive longer than a distance to get to you, inconvenience themselves, figure it out, find a way. Those people. Storm people.
You can run through, in your head, the names of Your People, and I’m guessing you won’t have to think too hard. It’s either “yes” or “no”, and it’s probably a short list. You might love a LOT of people, have a lot of friends, but when it comes down to it, there aren’t many storm people out there. Few and far between, and you’re lucky if you have to count ‘em on two hands.
Everyone should have storm people. And, now that I think about it, everyone probably is one. How do you know? Well, has someone ever called your name, and when you answered, they replied, “Just checking”? There’s a clue right there. How ‘bout that. Who knew?
Here’s a simple recipe for a cold, cloudy afternoon; Sunday’s football game; or Valentine’s Day, if you’re a plan-ahead kind of person. Contains cheese. Enough said.
Kahlua Pecan Brown Sugar Baked Brie
1 whole wheel of Brie, 19 oz. (President Brie is a good one)
1 cup Kahlua
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1 cup chopped pecans
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a medium saucepan, bring Kahlua and brown sugar to a boil and simmer for 10-15 minutes, until a syrupy consistency is reached. Throw the pecans in for 2 minutes at the end to warm them through and completely cover with the sauce. Remove from heat and set aside to let cool a bit, stirring now and then as Brie bakes.
Gently slice the rind off the top of the Brie wheel, but do not remove completely. Bake for 15 minutes. Remove the Brie from the oven, remove top rind, and pour the Kahlua sauce over the Brie.
Serve warm with club crackers or your favorite.
Enough for 6-8 people.