What the...
I had a grocery bag on the floor, left from Friday's shopping excursion, into which I had put the things I need for Thanksgiving (not much as we are going to Audrey Hepburn's and all I'm bringing is yams (with home-made marshmallows) and a loaf of bread (an herb braid which I expect I'll be making on Wednesday morning). Anyhoo, I was fixing on moving it into the "root cellar", as we poetically refer to the garage and I noticed 3 big, fat russet potatoes.
I have absolutely no idea why I bought them. Potatoes weren't on the menu this week.
It's odd that I should buy potatoes without a plan. But it is fortuitous. A glance at the menu shows that I neglected to plan something for dinner tomorrow, what with my excitement over tonight's feast and not really having to do much cooking Wednesday and Thursday, what with being with extended family and all. Potato and corn chowder sounds good, doesn't it?
I have absolutely no idea why I bought them. Potatoes weren't on the menu this week.
It's odd that I should buy potatoes without a plan. But it is fortuitous. A glance at the menu shows that I neglected to plan something for dinner tomorrow, what with my excitement over tonight's feast and not really having to do much cooking Wednesday and Thursday, what with being with extended family and all. Potato and corn chowder sounds good, doesn't it?
Labels: feasts
cobbled together by Moi at 12:16 PM
13 Comments:
We have 3 big fat russet potatoes cause I did not cook 3 of the 4 you brought home cause Stumbo decided not to join us for supper.
Oh and all must go to JLo's blog and read it.
Ah, that's it. Thanks. I'm not losing my mind, just my memory.
In any event, potato and corn chowder sounds like heaven.
When I was a kid, we had this tradition of homemade French Onion Soup on the night before Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. I think it was a tradition leftover from the Depression era. Onion Soup was cheap to make and therefore made it possible to have more of a "feast" the next evening. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that my Depression-era ancestors actually ate Onion Soup for a week before these huge epic meals, and that we just tailored it to modern times.
Anyway, all this is to say that soup the night before a big meal is a lovely thing. And fangs for the memories ...
Yum. I love French Onion Soup! And potato and corn chowder. That's what mom always made for me my first night back home during college. Probably why that was the recipe that sprang to mind. Food and memory...a powerful connection!
That sounds great! When`s dinner?
Probably around 6:30, Grish. Bring shots!
Well crap! It's about 5:20pm there right now and I asked if I could have the next couple of hours to run to Seattle for dinner. They of course said no, the bastards...
Potatoes are the utility infielder of the food world.
But Grish, we're not having the soup until tomorrow night. You have plenty of time.
Iwanski, I never thought of it like that but you are absolutely right. Yay! Potatoes!
"Potatoes Without A Plan"...
I totally hear that dramatic action movie trailer guy's voice in my head when I say that.
As well you should, Evangeline. For lo, I heard a similar voice when I wrote it.
You know. Just out of curiousity I pulled the atlas out . I approximate that it would take 33 hours to reach the Washington coast at a near constant speed of 60 miles an hour and allowing for the time difference. With hacing to re-figure due to blogger being down and the fact that I didn`t have a calculator the formula looks a little something like this...
12.00am + 33 hours for travel time - 2 hours for time difference + 10 hours of sleep + 2 hours of waking up and travic time = 7:00pm 2 days from now.
Tell Eric not to eat all of my chowder! :)
I think I just realized how much sparetime that I have at work...
Fine, I'll put some in the freezer for later. You need a Lear jet. And something to do at work.
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