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Archive for November 23rd, 2010

Mashed Potatoes in the Crock

I took this for a potluck last week and have had several requests for the recipe-you can make them early so your not rushing at the last minute for dinner.

Boiled Russet Potatoes* – about 8 lbs for a large crock, Red would be good too, I think.

2 sticks Butter
1 Cup Chicken Stock (home made, 4-5 legs (thigh and drumstick) in a medium stock pot, boiled until chicked falls off the bones.

Side note: I keep fresh chicken stock in the fridge/freezer for my elderly dog J)

*I boiled the potatoes whole the night before in my 5 quart stock pot. Drained them and left them in the pan on the stove with the lid to cool. In the morning removed them, washed the pan, put the chicken stock and butter in it on warm to melt, peeled them with the blunt side of a knife and sliced them in large chunks adding the pieces back into the pan of the broth and butter while it melted together.

Tip: I put the raw potatoes into the crock to see how many would fit before cooking them; that’s how I figured out how many to cook.

Add a small Pinch of Baking soda (very, very, very little…)
Mix with a mixer (right in the pot) until fluffy and creamy with some chunks remaining for texture.

Fold in:
Salt & Pepper to taste
16 oz Daisy Sour Cream (large Container) – Daisy has no additives in it! One ingredient: Cultured cream/milk

Consistency should be moist and slightly soupy.

Transfer to crock pot.
I turned it on high at 9 until we ate 11. At 11 I removed the lid for 20 minutes to let some of the moisture evaporate and the starches thicken up, then turned the crock down to warm.

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“A Soldier Died Today”

(Author unknown-if anyone wants to foward me the author, I would be happy to give them credit.)

To my cherished friend in Afghan today who is alive and strong…you will have many more stories to re-tell. Heads up!

He was getting
old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly

For they knew whereof he spoke.

But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
For old Bob has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.

He won t be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won’t note his passing,
‘Tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Someone who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician’s stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier–
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end?

He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier’s part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he’s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
“OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.”

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