beer bread

Beers To You

Mmmm ~ Beer Bread!Dad was a Lone Star guy.

Mom’s fav was Pearl Light.

Whenever we’d go out for Tex-Mex (usually at El Nacho Grande or Teka Molino, mom would often order a Pearl Light and a side of chips and salsa. Before enjoying her beer, she’d drop a sliced lime or lemon pearl light beerinto it and sprinkle in some salt to give it a fizzy kick. At home, she’d have Pearl Light canned and she’d follow suit, too.

I also remember when mom was done eating, she’d salt a lemon wedge, chomp down and enjoy. Today, hearing of that would send my dentist (Dr. Borowski) into outer orbit. Whoopsie!

Salt aside, grab your favorite beer and let’s make bread!

i. ingredients

4 cups | self-rising flour
3 tablespoons | sugar
1 12-ounce can | your favorite beer (mom preferred Pearl Light)

ii. what to do

0. Preheat oven to 350°F.

1. Blend ingredients on slow speed in a medium-sized bowl.

2. Transfer batter into a greased 9″ x 5″ pan.

3. Bake 45 minutes to an hour at 350°F.

4. Cool and serve.

Foodie Tips ~

This bread is great with some butter on top. Remember, Nanny always called for Falfurrias brand butter.

Don’t overcook the bread; keep it moist and soft.

Family Fun Facts ~

I don’t recognize the handwriting of the recipe below and it was definitely given to mom from a family friend. For some reason, I think it arrived to mom’s cookbook from the Swinny’s, our neighbors who lived a few doors down at 3006 Northridge Drive (Lela Swinny also gave mom this Gazpacho soup recipe, this egg nog recipe, and taught me how to make my breakfast-time favorite egg in a nest).

Each summer, the Kiker family usually found our feet on the sandy beaches of south Texas (usually Port Aransas… sometimes Rockport). While Mom was an avid “crabber,” brother Roger recalled this beer-related memory of Dad’s love of surf fishing… “Dad would poke holes in the side of Lone Star beer cans, two at Louis O. Kiker and his youngest kiddo Patrick T. Kiker. About 1970.the top, and he’d tie a cotton rope in them. The rope went around your neck and hung at your chest. The can was filled with shrimp and we would go surf fishing. The holes at the bottom of the can drained the sea water out as the waves hit you. You had to be extra careful not to cut your hand reaching into the cans.”

My Brother Tim’s love of the sea continues to this day… he even recently invested in a timeshare on the Texas Coast.

Here’s a pic of me and Dad. And check out this one of Dad hypnotizing a crab!

a tasty beer bread recipe ~ note the hands holding a wrench watermark


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