'And so what happens in this room?'
Whatever the hell “monkey bread” might be — something racist, we assume — it was the thing pill-popping anorexic Nancy Reagan was known to “cook,” at Thanksgiving or whatever. For America, and for Ronnie! Delight the people at the Holiday Table with this splendid treat.


* 1 package dry yeast
* 1 cup or so, of milk
* 3 eggs
* 3 tablespoons sugar
* 1 teaspoon salt
* 4-1/2 cups flour
* 2 Percocet
* 6 ounces butter, room temperature
* 1/2 pound melted butter
* 1 (9-inch) ring mold
* 3 whisky sours


In a bowl, mix yeast with small amount of milk until dissolved. (Remember to do this in a bowl and not just on the counter or whatever.) Add 2 eggs and beat, the eggs. Mix in dry ingredients. Add remaining milk a little at a time, mixing thoroughly. Cut in butter until blended. Take Percocet with first Whisky Sour. Knead dough, let rise 1 to 1 1/2 hours until doubled in size. (You can sit on the floor and lean against the cabinets for this part. No-one will see you crying.)

Roll dough onto floured board, shape into a log. Cut log into 24 pieces of equal size. Shape each piece of dough into a ball, roll in melted butter. Place 12 balls in the bottom of the buttered and floured mold, leaving space between. Take a rest, wash your hands, drink second Whisky Sour. Place remaining balls on top, spacing evenly. Let dough rise in mold for 30 minutes. Brush top with remaining egg. Bake in preheated oven at 375 degrees until golden brown, approximately 25 to 30 minutes.

Drink third whisky sour, fall asleep on floor. Make the negro servants bake dessert.

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  1. Well, of course Nancy would be depressed on Thanksgiving; with her and the senile one having to act publicly domestic, Sinatra couldn’t come around to knead her dough the way she needed it.

  2. Cooking with booze was Ronnie’s fave! His rum balls were a Christmas tradition. The secret: he soaked his balls in rum for a solid week.

  3. When the chef’s asked Nancy if she would like a toque, she declined saying she already felt a slight buzz from drinking the alcohol produced by the yeast.

  4. [re=466607]bitchincamaro[/re]: God, please tell me she doesn’t have Parkinson’s (I don’t keep up). Mind you I’ve hated the Reagan’s almost more than any other couple who’ve ever occupied terra firma – still, to live out her final years (months?) as a garish Bobblehead would be a bit harsh.

  5. I would attempt to make this, but my astrologer says that this isn’t an auspicious time for me to bake. So, everything will be served raw at my Thanksgiving table.

  6. On Thanksgiving, let us pray to Reaganus Maximus and all he has done for us…

    Ronald Reagan was living proof that there is a sense of Justice in the universe. During his terms as Governor of California and President of the United States, he defunded, deregulated and decimated our country’s mental-health system, also.

    And in the end, he lost his mind.

    buttsecks FTW

  7. The great thing about this recipe, you can trade it with your Iranian neighbors across the street and have enough leftovers for that nice Nicaraguan couple down the way.

  8. She looks like an apple impaled on a pencil. Oh and I don’t think mommie actually prepared any foodstuffs. She had coloreds for that. I can say that too because I’m, uh, near.

  9. This must be the “yeastiness” that Dame Peggy’s nameless friend still finds admirable in Obama’s America. Maybe Dame Peggy’s nameless friend is Nancy Reagan. This would explain a lot.

  10. In defense of monkey bread: Monkey bread is GREAT. Dough can assume no finer form. That stuff rocks. Served best with strawberry butter, but wonderful served any way at all. And when still warm? Mmmmm good.

    Nancy Reagan? Another story. As a “starlet” she was famous for blowjobs. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

  11. That photo! The dish with the flower standing up on it, in front of the grey-haired chef? If that’s not a spun-sugar dildo, my name is Sirimavo Ratwatte Dias Bandaranaike!

  12. [re=466647]AnnieGetYourFun[/re]: Zing!

    That was my first awakening to right wing full-frontal hypocrisy, the fact that they didn’t care ’bout that shit in the white house, after mocking sweaters on the previous guy.

  13. I saw some black girl making monkey bread, willingly, on the television, the other day, and stared in disbelief as I repated “have you no dignity, woman?” over and over and over, again. Seeing as how she continued to make the dessert, my question was answered. The white woman baking with her was having so much fun with said bread…

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