January 7, 2011

At the Sweet Potato Café...

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... you can vent.

21 comments:

edutcher said...

If you're making sweet potato pie, I expect you to invite The Blonde.

ironrailsironweights said...

The ones in the middle are unusually round for sweet potatoes.

Peter

Stogie said...

Yum! Let's butter up those babies and chow down!

EDH said...

"Yammer on" at the Sweet Potato Cafe?

Not!

Although yams and sweet potatoes are both angiosperms (flowering plants), they are not related botanically. Yams are a monocot (a plant having one embryonic seed leaf) and from the Dioscoreaceae or Yam family. Sweet Potatoes, often called ‘yams’, are a dicot (a plant having two embryonic seed leaves) and are from the Convolvulacea or morning glory family.

Beth said...

The last potato cafe photo elicited a comment from me, detailing my plan to make gumbo with the wild ducks (teals) from my neighbor.

I began this project last night, browning and braising the ducks slowly.

Then I gave 'em a taste and found out that I HATE WILD DUCK.

Nasty little bastards taste like liver. I don't like it at all. I spat it out and rinsed with Listerine.

This puts a wrinkle in my plans. I'm going ahead, because it's just me here in my house who hates wild duck. But there's no joy left in it.

Carl Vero said...

A photo in a serial of close-ups of the new Congress, to determine party affiliation?
While elephants trumpet and donkeys bray, donkeyphants (commonly known as RINOs) trill.
After the mid-term elections, their tremulous voices and votes restored Obama's clout faster than the second coming of Clinton. The 112th Congress started with a House demonstration of the cure of insomnia; would that other ills, like Obama(s)care could be overcome as easily. Next agenda: greasy pole dancing to the tune of '2+2=5'(Radiohead). The equilibrium of each committee and subcommittee, the political make-up of counsels, secretaries, and researchers, who is beholden to whom – of these threads and some more the Capitol fabric is woven; gray, colored or transparent, sometimes invisible.

Clyde said...

I was driving out to Ruby Tuesday's to have lunch with my dad yesterday and got caught in (green) traffic. It is officially tourist season in Fort Myers, Florida. The roads were clogged with out-of-state plates: Michigan, Ohio, New York, New Jersey, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Illinois. I was almost up to US 41 and I saw a hybrid Chevy Tahoe with Illinois plates towing a trailer with one of those little bitty two-seater cars. The little car on the trailer was stuffed with clothes and boxes.

The really funny thing, though, was that I was behind a garbage truck with a big ol' sign painted on the back that said "This compressed natural gas vehicle has the same environmental impact as planting 1,606 trees." Not 1600, but exactly 1,606. It made me wonder how they came up wtih that number. And might some kinds of trees be more impactful than others? Shouldn't they have specified what kind of trees (oak, pine, etc.) if they were going to be that specific on the number?

Coketown said...

The top right one looks like the thing between the legs of the world's fattest man in the previous post. I think your potato has a convincing case against the NHS.

joewxman said...

Thank you Ann. I wondered how to keep my sweet potatoes from exploding and i now realize that poking holes isnt enought.One must cut slits in one's sweet potatoes to keep them from becoming grenades in the oven.

Mark said...

Titus has GOT to make an appearance on this one.

The Crack Emcee said...

Vent? O.K.:

Admit It: This Is Why You Hate Men And Fathers

Pastafarian said...

Beth, please send any non-gumboed duck to me. Duck is a personal favorite of mine, and gumbo is...not.

Now the strange part of this comment -- even I find it disturbing:

Last night, just a couple of hours ago in fact, I had a long and elaborate dream about Althouse.

I've never even met her, and I don't really spend much time here. This strikes me as odd. And Palladian was in it -- and I've no idea what he even looks like. In my dream, he looked like the late actor Oliver Reed.

We were all at a baseball game together -- Althouse and all of her commenters. We all had laptops, and we were spread around throughout the crowd. I'm not sure, but I think that Althouse was live-blogging the event, and the rest of us were in the comments section. Well, everyone but Palladian; he was there physically, but he was busy trying to escape someone who was trying to murder him.

Anyone care to analyze this dream and tell me what the hell is wrong with me? Please factor into your analysis the fact that I ate way too much Mexican food last night, much later than I should have; and I stayed up very late to watch the Red Wings win in a shoot-out.

Deb said...

in north Georgia we are hunkering down for a winter storm, expecting 4-8 inches of snow (I'll believe it when I see it), followed by ice, in the area beginning Sunday afternoon. this is what the weathermen in Atlanta live for. Please send bread and milk.

lemondog said...

Art of the American Soldier 1910-2010, on exhibit at the National Constitution Center in Philadelphia and available online.

A wide range of amazing talent.

Almost Ali said...

I wondered how to keep my sweet potatoes from exploding and i now realize that poking holes isnt enought.

Cooking temperature is the key: no higher than 350F, and you can skip the slits and holes (re; all potatoes) - because at higher temps they're likely to explode anyway due to multiple air-pockets.

Note: Sweet potatoes will caramelize and separate from their skins when cooked beyond "done," about 45 minutes at 350F. Cook for an extra 15 minutes for truly sweet - an extra 30 minutes for a natural sweet potato pie.

rdkraus said...

Shovelled up another 5 or 6 inches of global warming matter off my driveway yesterday.

They say we'll get another 2 inches of global warming today.

More global warming predicted for Tuesday.

traditionalguy said...

Thanks a lot for your pic of the World's Fattest Man's hors dourves plate. He may blame the Althouse Blog next for arousing his food lust. Meanwhile Michelle Obama is probably thinking about creating a new Fat Federal Agency to control fat people. Not that anything will work until the fatties decide for it to work.

Trooper York said...

It's quite obvious Pasterfarian. You are spending way too much time in Amy's Garden.

That is to say: drunk.

Sober up dude.

Pastafarian said...

Actually, Trooper, that's another odd thing about this: I ate Mexican food without any tequila or beer. (Which is very unusual for me).

I think maybe I need to drink more. It makes me more charismatic, witty, and physically attractive.

My New Year's resolution: At least one night of drunken commenting on the Althouse blog every week.

deborah said...

lol Pasta, Althouse has infiltrated your dreams. I'd say the lack of alcohol allowed you to access those subconcious thoughts.

I've had a two or three dreams about her. I've also had dreams about Bob and Mickey and rh's Vicki.

Beth said...

Pasta, you'd be welcome to them, but they're all in the gumbo pot. I'm sure they taste great to those who like wild duck. I'm so disappointed to find that I do not.