Republican Chex Mix

Just so you all know, I am registered Independent.

But, I've just finished reading Walter Scheib's White House Chef...and the one recipe in that whole memoir/cookbook that I feel I could confidently make (and find the ingredients for) was for something called "Tex-Mex Chex". According to Mr. Scheib, President GW Bush requested this snack frequently...even traveled with bags of it. Personally, I like the addition of the pumpkin seeds and pistachios, not to mention the added Texas heat.

And so...in honor of our nation's birthday tomorrow and the impending presidential election...I give you the newly-renamed...

Republican Chex Mix

Preheat oven to 250 degrees.

1 1/2 cups of each: Wheat, Rice, and Corn Chex cereal
3/4 cups pumpkin seeds and pistachios (note: original recipe calls for unsalted nuts, but I couldn't find any - so I left out the pinch of salt)
1 cup pretzel sticks

Combine these in large bowl. Set aside.

3 Tbsp. butter, melted and cooled
1 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce
1/2 Tbsp of each: Tabasco and a favorite hot sauce (go with one of these for less heat)
Heaping 1/4 tsp each: cumin, oregano, and garlic powder

Combine in smaller bowl, pour over dry mixture, and toss or gently stir until all is coated. Spread out on two baking sheets. Bake for 15 minutes, then stir mix gently. Repeat twice (total cooking time: 45 minutes). Store in airtight container.

God Bless America!

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