"PS If you guys were skiing after dark, was there any wind - I mean, how cold was it?"
It was after sundown, so the light was dying. By the end of the run, it was just moonlight and some distant street light. There were tracks laid down, so it was all about staying in the tracks, which wasn't too hard. It was about 18° and it wasn't cold for us skiing.
Who wants a pancake, Orange and piping hot? Good little Meade looks up and says, "I'll take the one on top." Who else wants a pancake, Full of sweet potato? Terrible Anne smiles and says, "Just let me take my photo."
Give a woman a sweet potato pancake and you feed her for a day.
Teach a woman to grow sweet potatoes and pretty soon she'll be asking, "hey, mister, are we ever gonna have anything for dinner besides sweet potatoes?
Give a woman a sweet potato pancake and you feed her for a day.
Teach a woman to grow sweet potatoes and pretty soon she'll be asking, "hey, mister, are we ever gonna have anything for dinner besides sweet potatoes?
Wait till the Mrs gets a load of the sweet potato pizza she'll be having while she blogs the playoffs.
Using the recycled containers as mixing bowls reminds me of my mother. Is your refrigerator filled with opaque recycled containers housing various unknown life forms?
My wife is into those "Sneaky Chef" books and our freezer is always stocked with small containers of sweet potato puree to be added to all kinds of recipes.
The "orange puree," as the books call it, is supposed to contain carrot, too, but I complained about that.
Also, the mayonaisse substitute, a puree made from white beans and cauliflower, is really awful.
But the lasagna with tofu instead of ricotta and orange puree in the tomato sauce isn't bad.
@Pogo, that has to be one of the saddest stories I have ever heard.
Honestly.
Now the next time you find yourself adrift in this part of the Driftless Area, I want you to stop by for some Roasted Sweet Potato Therapy (RSPT). Recommended by 9 out of 10 doctors. It could save your life!
Meade said to Pogo...Now the next time you find yourself adrift in this part of the Driftless Area, I want you to stop by for some Roasted Sweet Potato Therapy (RSPT).
@Pogo: Words to the wise--Madison was plowed over during the last Ice Age. Oh, you'll find plenty of drumlin circles, moraines, sweet-looking eskers, and residual kames, but the real hills are west of there--if you catch my drift.
Add an irritated figure looming and you'll never eat sweet taters again.
Substitute cauliflower and you have my childhood memory. The smell of cooked cauliflower still makes me gag and it tastes just like nail polish remover.
I tried the sweet potato baked at 350 for 70 minutes...accidentally added 10 minutes cause my timer is broken. I opened the door to a lovely melted brown sugar smell, and some juice was caramelizing on the pan...who needs candied yams???
The round cast iron griddle is a family heirloom. It's what Mrs. Althouse made grilled cheese sandwiches on for the girl who would someday become Mrs. Meade and her two siblings.
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If he did, The Blonde will want to know.
PS If you guys were skiing after dark, was there any wind - I mean, how cold was it?
"PS If you guys were skiing after dark, was there any wind - I mean, how cold was it?"
It was after sundown, so the light was dying. By the end of the run, it was just moonlight and some distant street light. There were tracks laid down, so it was all about staying in the tracks, which wasn't too hard. It was about 18° and it wasn't cold for us skiing.
Anybody wanna change the world - or know somebody who does?
And I mean really change the world?
Who wants a pancake,
Orange and piping hot?
Good little Meade looks up and says,
"I'll take the one on top."
Who else wants a pancake,
Full of sweet potato?
Terrible Anne smiles and says,
"Just let me take my photo."
apologies to Shel Silverstein
I use a cast iron griddle like that to make Indian flat-bread.
Give a woman a sweet potato pancake and you feed her for a day.
Teach a woman to grow sweet potatoes and pretty soon she'll be asking, "hey, mister, are we ever gonna have anything for dinner besides sweet potatoes?
Are carotenes, the substances which gives the orange color, really aphrodisiacs or do they just give you keener eyesight for babes?
Inquiring minds want to know.
And this was made by throwing the leftover swepo into the pancake mix?
Any spices or anything?
Do they taste like pumpkin pancakes?
Think I'll make pancakes fro breakfast ....
Mmmm. Pancakes.
We add yogurt to the batter.
And the cast iron griddle is the best.
Yes, yes, yes, no, no, and yes!
The latest song from Amanda Palmer should warm the heart of the other Peter who comments here: Map of Tasmania.
That's a mighty fine look'n pancake you got there.
Say, would you like to see something else that's orange like that? Peach-shaped cupcakes wot I dun tonight.
Recipe, please?
"Recipe, please?"
Combine Aunt Jemima pancake mix with a few drops of Boehner tears, for color.
OMG! I want to know this woman. She has to be my friend.
She does an excellent interpretation there for a hearing person.
Those pancakes lie. If I get an orange pancake, it better have Cointreau. Make me a pancake like that and serve it with a side car.
If you smoke, more carotene increases your chance of cancer.
Just sayin.
Meade said...
Give a woman a sweet potato pancake and you feed her for a day.
Teach a woman to grow sweet potatoes and pretty soon she'll be asking, "hey, mister, are we ever gonna have anything for dinner besides sweet potatoes?
Wait till the Mrs gets a load of the sweet potato pizza she'll be having while she blogs the playoffs.
Using the recycled containers as mixing bowls reminds me of my mother. Is your refrigerator filled with opaque recycled containers housing various unknown life forms?
My refusal to eat sweet potaters in first grade prohibits my enjoying them.
I suppose they taste mighty fine, but to me they always taste like solitude, in a cavernous room, staring at a plate of cold mush.
Add an irritated figure looming and you'll never eat sweet taters again.
My wife is into those "Sneaky Chef" books and our freezer is always stocked with small containers of sweet potato puree to be added to all kinds of recipes.
The "orange puree," as the books call it, is supposed to contain carrot, too, but I complained about that.
Also, the mayonaisse substitute, a puree made from white beans and cauliflower, is really awful.
But the lasagna with tofu instead of ricotta and orange puree in the tomato sauce isn't bad.
There's no good reason for vomit in a skillet.
@Pogo, that has to be one of the saddest stories I have ever heard.
Honestly.
Now the next time you find yourself adrift in this part of the Driftless Area, I want you to stop by for some Roasted Sweet Potato Therapy (RSPT). Recommended by 9 out of 10 doctors. It could save your life!
Meade said to Pogo...Now the next time you find yourself adrift in this part of the Driftless Area, I want you to stop by for some Roasted Sweet Potato Therapy (RSPT).
@Pogo: Words to the wise--Madison was plowed over during the last Ice Age. Oh, you'll find plenty of drumlin circles, moraines, sweet-looking eskers, and residual kames, but the real hills are west of there--if you catch my drift.
Add an irritated figure looming and you'll never eat sweet taters again.
Substitute cauliflower and you have my childhood memory. The smell of cooked cauliflower still makes me gag and it tastes just like nail polish remover.
Great grill pan by the way. I love mine.
I tried the sweet potato baked at 350 for 70 minutes...accidentally added 10 minutes cause my timer is broken. I opened the door to a lovely melted brown sugar smell, and some juice was caramelizing on the pan...who needs candied yams???
that is an ugly plate
The round cast iron griddle is a family heirloom. It's what Mrs. Althouse made grilled cheese sandwiches on for the girl who would someday become Mrs. Meade and her two siblings.
Meade, I'll have to take y'all up on that some time. Prolly cure me of that anti-sweet p'tater thing real good.
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