We’ve come to the end of the Summer of Franks! And let me tell you, it couldn’t come soon enough. Bring on fall! And bring on dishes that don’t include cylindrical-shaped foods!
For the very last Wiener Wednesday, I turned to Click Americana and One-Dish Frankfurter Meals.
I was feeling a little spicy, so I picked Mexican Franks and Eggs.
Which has absolutely nothing spicy about it. I don’t even know what makes this Mexican. The mere existence of red and green bell peppers? Cornbread? (which reads more Southern to me).
Moving on, where there’s cold tomato juice, there’s a Bloody Mary. And where there’s anything Mexican there is tequila. So I decided to make a Bloody Maria. I used this recipe from 1974:
The first day of the Aztec week is symbolized by a crocodile; representing alter and aggressive beginnings for all endeavors.
Finished meal:
- To the eggs, I didn’t add any sort of herbs or seasoning, because the recipe didn’t tell me to. But I did add mozzarella.
- The franks browned beautifully in the butter.
- The cooked-in-water-peppers were a joke. If they had been sauteed in butter with the hot dogs.
- My cornbread rounds were actually cornbread muffins, but the muffin tops broke off.
I have the stumps in a bag. I do not know what to do with them.
The muffin tops were yummy! Mr. Sauce said that he’d be happy if I’d make them every day. Should I tell him that they’re just Jiffy?
As for the Bloody Maria–it was fine. I’d definitely swap out the lemon for some lime (It’s tequila. Duh). But honestly, I’d rather just drink the tequila and make a Bloody Mary with vodka the next day.
All said and done, this was a delicious dish. Plus it’s super-easy and more often than not, I’d have eggs, peppers, hot dogs, and cheese in my fridge.
Mr. Sauce actually gave me a review of the Mexican Franks and Eggs, which I wrote down verbatim:
A breakfast this good at night makes the mind ask: what does tomorrow morning bring?
I think we drank too much tequila.
There are a lot of people who don’t consider Jiffy to be “real” cornbread, but it’s been my go-to for years. Never understood the notion that convenience was bad in the kitchen. Once I was buying some at Walmart and a guy came up behind me with his daughter. He started telling her (she’s easily five, btw) about how “people who get Jiffy don’t know anything about good food.” I started to point out that grown men who go to the grocery in pajama bottoms and slippers have no credibility (on anything), but I let it go. And I still buy Jiffy. Might even make some to go with the sauerkraut I plan on serving later this coming week . . .
Ah, people of Walmart!!!
I’m sure it makes me a terrible person, but Jiffy cornbread was always my favorite (until I cut out things with lard).
They now make a vegetarian version and it’s lardless (if that’s a word).
Freeze the stumps to make cornbread stuffing in the future
Brilliant!