in a large roasting pan combine
3 cups of aundoille or polish sausage bite sized
3 cups of peeled diced carrots
3 cups of peeled red bell peppers diced
1 cup of peeled diced sweet potatos
2 sprigs of thyme
2 sprigs of rosemary
8 cloves of garlic
1 cup of diced onion
1/2 cup of diced fennel bulb
1 teaspoon of turmeric powder
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoons of salt 1/2 cup of olive oil
bake 45 minute or unt fork tender
remove from oven remove rosemary and thyme
puree smooth.
in a large pot mix 5 cups of pork stock
1/4 cup of lime juice
2/3 cups of sweet marsala
2 cups of smashed cooked white beans
(potato masher with a sift and plunger)
1 cup of smashed cooked chickpeas
( use a mash potato masher with sift and plunger)
1 cup of heavy cream
1 cup of cream cheese
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese
bring to a boil and add pureed veggies
thicken with a slurry.
serve over rice with sliced roast pork and shrimp!
Or substitute pork broth and roast pork with chicken
and chicken broth.
serve with shrimp or by itself
Categories:
potatos, business, culture, food, love,
Form: Bio
I don't care about turkey,
chicken wins hands down.
No need for any gravy,
it is never dry.
Add baked potatos,
some brussel sprouts too.
Yummy, yum,
yum!
The chicken, a lowly bird
In turkey's shadow
On the day it should be safe
It rests on my plate
Next to Brussels sprouts
and double baked potatoes
Baptized with
Wine!
For Andrea Dietrich's "Make me drool" contest.
Categories:
potatos, thanks,
Form: Epulaeryu
Mother having held near their canvas sacks
Rice, beans as potatos across time: ashen rivers
Muddy water dry brush seasons misty skies; faraway
Categories:
potatos, angel, baby, jesus, love,
Form: I do not know?
On heavy heels with beaten
backs we crawl our way back
home
A long day has damaged our
spirits
Yet we keep heart
Smiles long since faded begin
to again dance behind our eyes
Returning, finally
To a gay fireplace
To steaming potatos and
roasted meat
To hot cider
And a soft bed
And then we return
To tire ourselves again
And repeat the journey
With only comforts of home to
hope for
Categories:
potatos, life
Form: I do not know?
Great store cupboard standby
I'm sure,but tinned potatos,
It doesn't matter what you do with them,
They always taste the same,
Boiled,fried,roast,
Sprinkled with cheddar cheese,
Covered with curry sauce,
They still taste like
Tinned potatos.
There must be other food
That suffers from this syndrome,
Can you name one?
Categories:
potatos, funny,
Form: Blank verse
Come and buy
Fruits and vegetables from own garden
Best quality and most inexpensive items
Apples, Oranges, Bananas, Onions, Carrots and Potatos
Purchasers of my goods, I will give you some Plums for free
Come and buy from me
I have all the herbs you can imagine
Anise, Basil, Tarragon, Thyme, Coriander, Oregano,
Parsley, Rosemary, Cinnamon and Saffron
Fell how good it smells .......
If you wish, you may well get a taste
Come and buy
Here is the "real" goods for a cheap price
Adidas, Diesel, Bjorn Borg, Lacoste, Nike,
Jack & Jones, Gabba and Hugo Boss
Yes, the "real" goods and top quality
Try one as well, I will find a perfect fit for you
Come and buy from me
You need to buy one for your loved one
"Real gold and precious beautiful stones"
Beautiful work and see who it shines in the sun light
If you buy one you get the second for half price
Cheap, cheap .... What would you pay?
Give me a price you will pay...
So we`ll probably agree
Come and buy...... Cheap, cheap....
Turkey 04.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
potatos, holiday, people,
Form: Free verse
I mash my potatos
Mash mash mash
Salt and pepper play
As the milk mingles with the butter
I twirl my fork to make a swirl in the creamy mixture
Mash mash mash
Taste so good
These mashed potatos
Hot garlic running inside
Playing hide and seek
With the fried skins of paradise
I love mashed potatos
Mash mash mash
Categories:
potatos, food, children, funny, happiness,
Form: I do not know?
Nursing my Michelle in middle of the nights.
Gary and Teddy under Diedra's big double bed.
Seven room house, country road. One neighbor.
Gas station 'cross road: Gas, smokes - Candy!
Neighbor daughters babysit sometimes. I sleep.
We all go buy groceries. Gary is eating candy!
Box boy comes, tells me. I load food into my car.
Neighbors, mine, friend go to a quarry to swim.
Cut, bottom foot, hospital bandage. Father mad!
Husband never around. Cooking, studying, work.
Iron his shirt, mine. Gary pulls crockpot down!
Dinner ruined. Small fridge. Baby eats corn cob.
Diedra eats birthday cake in her room. Son picks
Up Bruce's beer can from coffee table. Two sips.
All kids drink milk. Peas on many vines. White
Potatos, carrots in the ground. Colored flowers
By front door. Nice, green country home. Fields!
Categories:
potatos, family, food, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
A cup of coffee,
And a moonpie,
A muffin fluffy
I just has to buy,
A cheezy burger,
And homemade fries,
A fizzle squirter,
Got in my eyes,
Mashed potatos,
Steak on rye,
With tomatoe,
And ice cream pie.
Categories:
potatos, food, funny, life
Form: Rhyme
Oh! my garden potatos...
and busted tomatoes..
The bull jumped over the fence...
And where did he go?
I really don't know!
I haven't seen him since!
But if I see one sign....
of his behind...
he'll get more than a piece of my mind!
If I catch him snoozin'...
he'll get a bruisin'....
right on his ornery behind.
Categories:
potatos, animals, funny
Form: Limerick
I miss the sweet sweet morning prayer I used to say,
In the lights of early morn, in the darkness of losing night.
In that surrealistic atmosphere I used to pray,
To the One who possesses endless might.
I used to make a society with my Lord;
The only society where I was so happy.
There used to be He and I and nobody else;
He used to call me with affection and I used to respond.
And I miss all that blissfull feelings
Of early morning breeze, so tender, so sweet......
And the smell of morning sweat so honestly earned,
And the pleasure of walking on the wide empty streets.
Then coming back home with endless satisfection
Of pride, of wisdom, of solitude.
Then reading stories about witches and fairies,
In such and atmosphere so close to the action!
But now the morning prayer is never the same,
Its just aformality of going into the busy day (that lies ahead).
Then going into the breakfast so testlessly cooked,
With smashed potatos and mushrooms and thick pieces of bread
Categories:
potatos, childhood, devotion, faith, happiness,
Form: Free verse