I have pondered the sweet potato in this blog before. I believe it was to expound on the virtues of pie, but I admit I have slept since I wrote that missive and I am not sure what my conclusion was. However, now that it is Thanksgiving time, a certain sweet potato problem must be addressed.
Let’s see what we can do that doesn’t include marshmallows. The sweet potato is too exceptional for that.
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I just know everyone out there is busily ordering their turkeys and veggies and fruits and fish and nuts and candles and breads and pies and soaps and sorbets and cookies and dog treats from our amazing CFM vendors. Walking through the market on these fall Saturdays is like walking through a holiday dinner. I am imposing on my son this year, but I will still be bringing something made from the goodness of the market.
I have prepared more than my fair share of holiday dinners during the last I’m-not-telling number of years, and I discovered early on that one thing always got forgotten. My entire family would be sitting at the table, the turkey would come out on the platter, my brothers would be scheming to steal the mashed potatoes, I would be scheming how to avoid the turnips, and someone would look around and say “What’s to drink?”
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Today, dear readers, I have a double play for you, courtesy of the world’s most amazing mother in law.
When I got married, a long, long, long time ago in a galaxy far across the Metroplex, I was in awe of my mother in law. She was the last of a breed – one of those fearless pioneer women who you could see chasing a wolf away from her herd of cows with nothing more than a frying pan. I knew for a fact she once knocked my husband across the kitchen when he was 16 and dumb enough to use an expletive in her presence. The first time I spent any appreciable time with her we were discussing altering my grandmother’s wedding gown. True to her overall approach to life, she picked up the dress, held it up to me and calmly observed that no, I wasn’t as slender as my grandmother had been. She pulled out a pair of sewing shears and ripped the seam holding the bodice to the skirt.
My own mother almost stroked out right then and there.
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In the spring, every North Texan's mind turns to the impending summer. While most of the country is wandering about and smelling the roses, we are dreading the mercury breaking 95 and the humidity cascading northward from the Gulf of Mexico.
Can things cascade northward? I ask as a matter of information only....oh, well......
We all know that the most effective thing we can do to take care of ourselves in the summer is to drink plenty of water. Water, however, is bland. Boring. Tasteless. I, for one, can get very tired of water very quickly, at which point I find myself heading for soda and tea and all the other loaded with sugar drinks I love so very, very much.
Hence my weight problems. Well, that and sitting on my rear, but that's another blog.
One thing I have done to combat this boredom is infusing water. An infusion is prepared by steeping plants in a solvent such as water for a period of time until they release their volatile flavors into the solvent.
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