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NOLA Kitchen Talk & Pecan Candy “Pralines”

Hello everyone it’s ya girl, women, The Nola Chic, I decided to switch it up a bit and make a video that started out as a Facebook Live stream about about pecan candy, breaking down the lyrics to I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T by Weebie, and announcing my friend Polo NOLA’s exciting news, which lead to the title “NOLA Kitchen Talk and Pecan Candy.”

I received lots of great feedback, and I thought it would be cool to post on my blog. So, if you will please tell me what ya think. I didn’t plan to do it, but it seems like I’m on to something. As you will see I made pecan candy, better know to those outside of New Orleans as pralines. I’m using my family recipe which includes a secret ingredient that will forever remain a family secret, but I will give you a tip. Before you get any ideas, let me tell you right now, I don’t wanna hear ya’ll kick back bout “that’s not how ya make pecan candy or why you didn’t that or didn’t do this.” Don’t wanna hear it lol. We all have our very own versions of everything from how to boil water to the most exquisite cuisine, let the individual be, and you never know you may try their recipe and like it. But we talking pecan candy, pralines and as we know The New Orleans Queen of Pralines is Tee-Eva, may she rest in peace and may her spirit come upon me while I make my very own recipe.

Here’s The Nola Chic’s “Momo Pecan Candy” Recipe:

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 Cups evaporated milk
  • 3 Cups sugar
  • 2 Cups pecans, whole or pieces
  • 1 Stick butter or margarine cut into chunks
  • One 1/2t. Perfect Madagascar Vanilla extract
  • Buttered marble slap, waxed or parchment paper
  • Wooden spoon
  • Heavy Dutch pot, I like to use my Daddy’s Magalite Pot

Neauxla Chic Tip: Try different milk and sugars 🙃😜😏⚜

Instructions

  1. In a heavy saucepan, pour milk, sugar, and butter

  • Cook on medium heat, often stirring (do not scorch) until boiling. Stirring is essential, babysit your pot, the mixture will burn if you do not mix.

  • Boil on medium, stirring, until temperature on candy thermometer reaches 235, which is “soft-ball stage.”

  • To test for soft-ball stage (I go for a med-ball), get a glass measuring cup with ice water in it. Drop a bit of candy into the bowl, and reach into the cup with your finger and push the candy around into a ball. If it shapes and stays, then it’s ready. If not, cook a little more keeping a close eye on the temperature. DO NOT PASS 235, or they will not be the right texture and consistency

  • Remove the mixture from the heat, using a hot pad on the counter AND pan, quickly add butter, vanilla, and pecans.
  • Beat with a spoon until butter is melted and mixture thickens to a dark creamy caramel consistency.
  • On a buttered marble slab or cookie sheet with parchment paper (I would butter the parchment paper, but that’s me) use a butter spoon, scoop or 1/4c measuring cup to scoop on the paper or buttered surface. Some people prefer to pour the mixture into a parchment lined cake pan and cut into squares when cooled.
  • Let the candy cool completely before storing in an airtight container in a cool place

https://nolachic.blog/vid_20540920_153259_134-mp4/https://nolachic.blog/vid_96961009_105152_398-mp4/https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10212142418615225&id=1218678471https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10212136733073090&id=1218678471I was with my girlfriend the other day, and the Webbie song came on the truck radio, as I danced in my seat while rapping along with the lyrics, I was gifted with perfect hearing. The words registered to my brain as I slowly realized what he was saying, I found myself with my mouth wide open ready for a fly to enter. “I said oh no, did he really say all she wants is a good jog, she will buy the D 🤐” listen to the song you will understand. I decided I needed to talk to my followers about this song, we claimed for our theme song some years ago. I was quite disappointed that most men were on my Life, but actually, they were accommodating. So, Im asking you the question below.I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T do you know what that means??https://youtu.be/OmOiniVYZtILast, but not least, Congratulations to my good friend Polo Nolo, King of NOLA Photography. He has been blessed to be the very 1st NOLA native with no sports affiliation to have his very own tennis shoe line by Reebox!!! Shoe release date June 29th, Private Reebok Polo NOLA Release Party June 28th!!!I will actually post a separate blog about his new endeavor, but in the meantime feel free to read a blog I wrote about his event entitled, “Pop That Thang Feat. Polo Silk The Legendary Photographer.”

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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