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Pineapple Bundt Cake
1 can (20 ounces) crushed pineapple, undrained, divided
1/2 cup vegetable shortening
1 cup butter or margarine (2 sticks)
2 cups granulated sugar
6 large eggs
3 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup butter
1 1/2 cups confectioners’ sugar
Cake: Put 3/4 cup of undrained pineapple with its juice in a small bowl; set aside. Drain remaining pineapple and measure 1 cup of drained crushed pineapple; set aside.
Cream shortening, butter, and sugar. Add eggs, one at a time, beating thoroughly after each addition. Sift flour and baking powder together; add to creamed mixture, 1 large spoonful at a time, alternately with milk. Add vanilla; stir in 3/4 cup undrained pineapple with juice and blend well. Pour batter into a well greased and floured 10-inch tube pan. Place in cold oven. Turn oven to 325° and bake for 1 1/2 hours, or until a toothpick comes out clean when inserted. Let pineapple pound cake stand for few minutes in pan. Run knife around edges to loosen and remove pineapple cake carefully to a rack.
Glaze: Combine butter, confectioners’ sugar, and about 1 cup drained pineapple. Pour pineapple sauce over cake while still hot. (My sauce wasn’t all that saucy, so I added a little pineapple juice back to the mixture)
I think this cake recipe would be good even without the pineapple…
We started our three day holiday weekend, by going out to eat sushi at a local place in town we discovered. David used to call sushi “BAIT” and now he has me eating it too…
The water was clearer than it had been on any of our trips this year. We’ve had a lot of rain and the times we had gone before were not long after it had rained. Saturday was one of those days that I wish there was such a thing as a glass bottom canoe.
Between the gurgling rushing water over the rapids, and all the scenery I became so relaxed at one point I actually fell asleep on the canoe!We stopped for a lunch picnic and I found a log to relax on while David continued to fish. As I sat there on that log and gazed at how Skyline Drive carved out the top portion of the mountain in the distance. I thought about how David and I needed to take another drive up there…
I joked with David about getting up at the “butt-crack of dawn” to go up to Skyline Drive to watch the sun come up. I had threatened this before, but slept through dawn as I always do, because I am really not a morning person. For some reason, I magically woke up about 5 a.m. I decided to make true with my words. I hopped in the shower and the first thing that came to my mind was: I hope it isn’t supposed to be cloudy today and I am not standing in the shower this early in the morning for nothing. I proceeded to get ready and then put my robe on to go outside and look at the sky from our deck to see if it was clear. I was so glad I could still see stars shining in the dark early morning sky.
For some reason David and I switched rolls that morning. Mr. Morning Person was hard to get up and get moving, but he finally managed to get in the car. Unfortunately, I did not feel comfortable with the amount of gas that was in the car. We stopped for gas, and I believe that is what made us miss the very moment the sun popped up from the edge of the earth. It really didn’t matter that we missed that moment. It was still beautiful. I believe we may have to make a habit of this early morning outing…
Perhaps not making the sunrise allowed us to experience a real treat within the national forest.
Then we came across a car pulled over on the side of the road. A father and two sons standing on the side of the road staring up into a very tall hickory tree. We asked what they were looking at. It turns out there was a mama bear and three cubs eating hickory nuts in a tree. The bears looked like monkeys climbing around from tree limb to tree limb.
We were so worthless that we didn’t even cook the cheeseburgers we talked about making for supper. Instead, we didn’t go to the store at all. I defrosted some BBQ we had in the freezer from our favorite North Carolina BBQ Restaurants, “Ralphs” and we had some corn in the fridge from the week before (Yes it is was still good).We didn’t do any grilling or much cooking in the kitchen this weekend. We did something else without even realizing it. You see, it was five years ago Labor Day weekend that our journey to live in the mountains began (I promise to get us out of that tree soon). Without either of us even planning it, we celebrated the mountains we love so much, by doing some of the things we love about them.
This leads me back to the question I asked before sharing our weekend adventures. Do you think that your subconscious knows when you should be celebrating? I think so. Do you?