{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The News Journal","provider_url":"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net","title":"Bena Mae's Kitchen: Winter Stories &ndash; The News Journal","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"0wI9n9GTFV\"><a href=\"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net\/bena-maes-kitchen-winter-stories\/\">Bena Mae&#8217;s Kitchen: Winter Stories<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net\/bena-maes-kitchen-winter-stories\/embed\/#?secret=0wI9n9GTFV\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Bena Mae&#8217;s Kitchen: Winter Stories&#8221; &#8212; The News Journal\" data-secret=\"0wI9n9GTFV\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! 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It was an unprecedented force in many ways, below zero degrees, 3 foot snowfalls, closed highways, power outages, cities that were shut down to all walking or driving traffic. And we thanked Mother Nature for sparing us the cruelty that was being felt by our neighbors to the North. You might say that we haven\u2019t had a terrible winter as far as winters go. But it will be a while before we see a crocus popping up out of the ground since we\u2019re just in the middle of February. But even in the worst of circumstances we still have our moments when we find a flash of humor to lighten up the direst of bad times. I cite the following story as an example: It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the young lady got off work. She made her way to the car and wondered how she was going to make it home. She finally remembered her daddy\u2019s advice that if she got caught in a blizzard she should wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it. That way she would not get stuck in a snow drift. She was feeling pretty smug and sure enough in a little while a snow plow went by and she started to follow it. After quite some time had passed, she was somewhat surprised when the snow plow stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled for her to roll her window down. He wanted to know if she was alright as she had been following him for a long time She said that she was fine and told him of her daddy\u2019s advice to follow a snow plow when caught in a blizzard. The driver replied that it was okay with him and she could continue if she wanted to, but he was done with the Wal-Mart parking lot and was going over to K-Mart next. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Then there are those who think snow is a four-letter word: \u201cI\u2019ve seen snow twice in the 10 years I\u2019ve lived in Austin, Texas\u201d the man said. \u201cTwice at home in Texas anyway. About five years ago I was working for a couple weeks in Chicago during the early spring (much later than even they should see snow) and it started snowing. I was walking in from the parking lot next to a woman. I didn\u2019t know her, but I delightedly told her \u201cisn\u2019t this beautiful?\u201d She looked at me a little grumpily and said \u201cI don\u2019t know who you are but I think I\u2019ll slap you.\u201d ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Delight guests with this fruity bread pudding made with their signature Cinnamon Raisin bread. Panera Bread Pudding with Apples, Pecans and Raisins Source: Panera Bread \u00a0Ingredients 4 tablespoons (1\/2 stick) unsalted butter 1 loaf Cinnamon Raisin White Bread torn into bite-size pieces 1\/2 cup brown sugar, packed 1\/2 cup pecan halves Zest and juice of 1 large orange 1\/4 cup apple cider 1 tablespoon vanilla extract or rum 8 small baking apples (about 2 pounds) such as Fuji, Gala or Granny Smith, peeled, cored and thinly sliced 1\/2 cup apple, quince, or blackberry jam or jelly Instructions Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Melt the butter in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the bread and cook for 2 to 3 minutes, or until well coated. Add the sugar, pecans, orange zest and juice, cider, and vanilla extract. Cook an additional 2 to 3 minutes until a sauce begins to form. In a 9 x 13-inch baking dish, layer the bread mixture with the apples and dot the top with the jam or jelly. Bake 30 to 40 minutes, or until bubbly. Serves 4"}