OH SWEET CHRIST ON A CRACKER; there are so many bad places I could go with the name of this dish.
But I won’t. Because of the children.
OK, who the hell am I kidding? There aren’t any children! But I am presenting to you a sweet treat that every good little girl and good little boy might like on Christmas morning after they’ve gone mad-crazy like a pack of hyenas at the presents under the tree.
This recipe comes from The Dead Celebrity Cookbook by Frank DeCaro. It’s so much fun. I really love it–it was a gift from my other boss Beth (Kate is the one who inspired me with the magic that is Shrimp Sputnik). She earmarked this recipe for me because she knows how much I love Liberace–and how much I want to find an edition of his cookbook, Liberace Cooks!
Too bad that it is out of print and is over $100 on amazon. Sad face.
But this delicious dish was surely included!
I ran home right after work to bake these as a Christmas present to my co-workers.
This was pretty easy. The only items I had to buy were the rum (I do not carry rum in the house!), the whole pecans (I had crushed from something else), the golden raisins (it’s been a long time since raisins made an appearance) and the crescent rolls. I also bought myself a new muffin tin because mine was second hand and looking a little gnarly.
Anyway, here’s a rundown of the production via photos:
And into the oven they went. After 15 minutes (and a tumble onto a wax paper-lined cookie sheet), this was the result:
Liberace’s sticky buns!
And it’s just crescent dough roll in a muffin pin? It’s a tiny miracle!
Well, that’s going a little far. But it is a nice segue into the story of Liberace’s miracle in Pittsburgh.
Long story short: dry cleaning chemicals nearly killed him so he was rushed to the hospital. While he was a patient at St. Francis, a nun told him to pray to St. Anthony. The next day, when he asked if he could thank the nun, the hospital staff told him that no nun like that ever existed.
Read about his miraculous recovery HERE.
I totally believe that Liberace saw a ghost nun. Because nuns are totally freaky. Lucky for him that she was benevolent. I always think about what my great-grandmother, MomJo once said: WHEREVER THERE ARE NUNS, EXPECT THE WORST.
Me? I trust MomJo.
To wrap this up (with a beautiful, sparkly Christmas bow), I’m gonna share with you the entrance video to his 1981 Las Vegas show. Because it is phenomenal.
The fact that the first 3 minutes of this video were not a parody but the real-life-honest-to-goodness-right-hand-up-to-Cher-this-is-what-Liberace-wanted-as-the-entrance-to-his-show’s sequence—
I die. I think that the Interwebs have broken me.
OK, Merry Christmas, kittens! I hope you have a great one. I will see you on the other side after Santa makes his visits.