It’s a brisk, November day in Dallas. I am headed north on I-35 during Friday rush hour, when out of nowhere a little voice beckons to me…
I examine my surroundings, my mind emerging from the banter of a good podcast, and take a sip of my pumpkin spice latte. Suddenly, I know just where I am—I’m approaching Houston Street.
My heart beats faster, my brain releasing a flood of chewy gooey memories, as the urgent voice in my head gets louder.
They’re right here! They’re less than a football field away! It pleads.
I have about 30 seconds to make a choice. I smirk, half scolding myself, and half repressing a squeal of delight, as I flick on my turn signal and move into the right lane.
My heart flip-flops as I exit on Commerce Street and descend upon the most famous block in Dallas— Dealey Plaza. The spot where JFK was assassinated on November 22, 1963.
The School Book Depository stands towering above me, tourists pouring in and out of its museum doors, and I walk the 100 feet of sidewalk to the gift shop on the corner.
There’s no going back now. I see the candy display on the counter, and I have no regrets as I shamelessly pick up 5 little bags of bacon caramels and hand them to the clerk. She looks at me for a moment, amused, and then places them in a bag and takes my cash.
“I’ll take one bag now!”, I exclaim, reaching in and twisting the tie off the little brown sack of candy. I claim my prize, ripping the wax paper off a silky, golden, toffee-like jewel.
I step out into the late autumn sunshine, close my eyes and place the entire piece of candy on my tongue. The sensation is gloriously familiar, an avalanche of sticky sweet sugar and bacon fat melting slowly; the fragrance of burnt sugar, and the aroma of my grandparent’s smoke house drifting through my head.
I open my eyes and grin, deliriously happy, as the chewy knob of bacon caramel softens and liquifies into pure bliss.
In that moment, I make the promise to myself that I will reverse engineer the recipe this weekend, not just for me, but for the whole wide world to enjoy. Because you can’t keep moments of pure bliss like this to yourself. 🙂
From me to you, I present the recipe for the famous, Dealey Plaza Bacon Fat Caramels.
In my mind, any caramel is best enjoyed between friends—and that’s just what I hope you do with this recipe!
Here is the recipe for the Bacon Fat Caramels
If you make the recipe, post it to social media and tag Urban Cowgirl! 🙂
I’d love to see how it turns out!