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Dave's Garden Cookbook: Nemisis Orange Breakfast Ring

The 2001 Dave's Garden Cookbook

Nemisis Orange Breakfast Ring

By woodspirit1

Category: Breads, rolls, and pastries

1 cup sugar
3 tablespoons grated orange rind
2 (12-ounce) cans refrigerated buttermilk biscuits
1 (3-ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1/3 cup butter
1/2 cup sifted powdered sugar
2 tablespoons orange juice concentrate

Combine sugar and orange rind. Separate biscuits; dip each in butter, and coat with sugar mixture. Stand biscuits on sides, overlapping edges, in a 9-inch tube pan. Bake at 350 deg. for 30 minutes or until golden brown.
Remove ring from pan, and invert on serving platter. Combine cream cheese and powdered sugar, mixing until smooth. Add orange juice concentrate, stirring well; spoon mixture over top while ring is hot. Serve bread warm. Yield: one 9-inch coffee cake.

  Extra Notes  
This is really a good recipe but the story is better. My husband wrote a humor column for the local paper for a couple of years and what happened to him was hilarious. I'm going to type in the whole article, but if Dave finds it too long, I will do a synopsis.
From Mountain Ramblings: The "Thing" attacked my leg.
Things happen to me. I'm not talking about ordinary events like auto accidents or diseases. I'm talking about happenings so unlikely that winning the lottery looks easy by comparison.
Like today. I was driving to a nearby convenience store when I heard a "whump" and out of the corner of my eye I saw two objects fly from under the passenger seat. The smaller object clanked against the dash and fell to the floor. The larger one ricocheted off the dash and jammed itself between my right leg and the seat. It was warm and soft, and it wiggled!
In reflex, my leg hit the steering wheel, but that wasn't the main reason my car was lurching about the highway. By the time I realized that my seat belt was keeping me from leaving the car, I had already decided that at 50 miles per hour, it wasn't a good idea anyway. When I jerked my leg up, I could tell that the thing held onto the seat for a split second before deciding to hang onto my leg. Panicked, I struck out at the loathsome thing with my right hand, and felt its squishy body give. After several whacks, I held up my hand, and saw that is was covered with a hideous white glob! I was being attacked by a giant amoeba!
Half out of my mind, I got the car stopped on the shoulder and finally got a look at the thing. White and segmented like a huge grubworm, it appeared to be dead, but I still had no idea what it was.
Finally I found the second object in the car, and discovered that it was the end cap from a tube of canned biscuits.
The biscuits, lost after a grocery shopping, had lain unnoticed for days in the warm car, spoiling and fermenting, building up pressure and just waiting for me to drive to the store.
Just tell me this: who else do you know, living or dead, that was ever attacked by a can of biscuits?
John Sherrill
(woodspirit's note: I bought those biscuits for this recipe; I never ordinarily buy canned biscuits, so I didn't notice when they were missing).

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