Sweet Potato Souffle
from Great Dinners From Life
(and I quote)
Don't expect this dish to be light as a dessert souffle. It won't blow up that much, so you needn't worry that you've done something wrong. The flavor is not as sweet as you might expect it to be either. In fact, it's on the spicy side.
3 one lb. 2 oz. cans of sweet potatoes or four pounds, cooked
1/2 C butter, melted
6 eggs
3/4 C sugar
1/2 C milk
1 T fresly grated lemon rind (n.b. I always use dried, it lasts for years)
1 t ground ginger
1/2 t salt
Preheat oven to 325. Drain sweet potatoes or peel fresh ones. Mash potatoes, then beat, using low speed of electric mixer to make them as lump-free as possible. Beat in melted butter. Separate eggs and add yolks to mixture. Beat until well blended. The longer you beat, the smoother the result. Add sugar, milk, lemon rind, ginger and salt. Beat egg whites separately until stiff but not dry. Fold into potato mixture. Turn into buttered two-quart souffle dish (I've never owned one, use what you have) or casserole. Bake for one hour. Serve immediately.
Note: I have this ready to go when the turkey comes out of the oven. By the time it rests and is carved, the souffle should be done. I test with the blade of a thin-bladed knife. You don't want runny souffle. Sometimes it bakes a little longer as we begin with the other stuff. Men love this dish, btw.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Answers to Downton Quiz
CHARACTERS QUOTED:
FEMALE
The Dowager Countess, Lord Grantham's Mother
Miss O'Brien, Lady Grantham's maid
Cora, Lady Grantham
Mrs. Levinson, Cora's mother
Miss Reed, Mrs. Levinson's maid
Edith, Grantham daughter
Mary, Grantham daugher
Anna (Bates, Mary's maid)
Mrs. Hughes, housekeeper
Mrs. Pattmore, cook
Daisy, kitchen maid
Unnamed female dinner guest
MALE
Lord Grantham
Mr. Carson, butler
Sir Anthony
Tom Branson, Sybil's husband
Larry Gray, Sybil's former flame
Mr. Bates, Grantham's former valet
Murray, Grantham solicitor
CHARACTERS WITHOUT DECENT LINES:
Matthew Crowley, heir
Sybil, Grantham daughter
Thomas, Lord Grantham's valet
Mrs. Crowley, Mattew's mothe
Mr. Moseley, Matthew's valet
1. Tell me all of your wedding plans and I'll see what I can do to improve them.
levinso
2. It's the stuff of my dreams, the panic that a dish isn't ready, a frock not allowed or a gun not cleaned.
bates
3. Smithers did it, like all ladies maids she lives for intrigue.
dowager countess
4. They're not like horses, there won't be another in 10 minutes time.
anna
5. Because when two people love each other, it's the most terrific fun.
cora
6. Love and position in one package, who could ask for more.
edith
7. It's not really what we do.
lord G
8. I feel like one of those bright young people you read about in the newspapers.
dinner guest
9. If you ask me, we are staring into the chaos of Gomorrah.
carson
10. Listen to yourself, you sound like Tom Mix in one of those Wild West picture shows.
miss o'brien
11. I shall make sure he behaves normally or I will hold his hand on the radiator until he does.
dowager countess
12. I have no time to train young hobbledehoys.
carson
13. Just remember what my mother used to say, never make an enemy by accident.
anna
14. I'm expressing myself badly if you think it's not serious
Grantham's solictor
15. Are you really that tall, I thought you might have been walking on stilts.
countess
16. An aristocrat with no servants is as much use to the county as a glass hammer.
countess
17. We're all essential until we get sacked.
o'b
18. If he wants to play their game, he'd better learn their rules.
carson
19. You still kept me here with a dishonest representation.
daisy
20. Don't worry about me, I'm an American, have gun, will travel.
cora
21. We're brothers-in-law with high-minded wive, we'd better stick together
tom branson
22. For every escoffier Monsier LeCaren, there's a thousand dogsbodies being watched over by some crabby, red-faced old woman.
Miss O'b
22. They look to exciting for so early in the evening.
countess
23. I don't know why you're getting so hot under the collar, he's only a grubby little chauffeur chap.
24. If I could control him, he wouldn't be here.
Lord G
25. She'll go into state mourning and cast a pall over the whole proceedings.
cora
26. Are you going up to the house to welcome the Queen of Sheba?
countess
27. You aren't the first drunk in that dining room, I can assure you.
countess
28. It seems so strange to think of the English embracing change.
levinson
29. She drinks only boiled water, in England that is, no fat, no crab and nothing in the marrow family.
miss reed
30. Revolutions erupt, monarchies crash and the groom still cannot see the bride the night before the wedding.
levinson
31. She's like a homing pigeon, she finds our underbelly every time.
countess
32. If only we had some coal, or gravel or tin.
countess
33. If you must pay money, better to have a doctor than an undertaker.
mrs pattmore
34. His idée fixe is yachts, bigger yachts, faster yachts, something with yachts.
levinson
35. Now stop talking and kiss me before I get cross.
Mary
36. Would you please leave the hysteria to me.
Mrs. Hughes
37. Do you think I might have a drink? I'm so sorry, I thought you were a waiter.
countess (to her son)
38. I'm an American and this is 1920. Time to live a little.
Miss Reed
39. My income might be generous, but I can't touch the capital.
levinson
40. Sometimes I feel like a creature of the wilds whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed.
Lord G
41. Everybody sprawled on the floor and eating like beaters on a break in the shooting, that's not a party…where's the style, where's the show?
carson
42. Don't ever threaten me.
Bates
43. Are there still forbidden subjects in 1920, I can't believe it.
levinson
44. What's happened to you, have you switched places with your evil twin?
pattmore
45. I'm so looking forward to seeing your mother. When I'm with her I'm reminded of the virtues of the English.
countess
Monday, October 1, 2012
Gangnam Style
It is important that you know about this, because it holds the all-time record for YouTube views and I've been seeing the term for weeks without knowing what it was about.
Also, I kinda get a self-parody here that's endearing.
Also, I kinda get a self-parody here that's endearing.
Labels:
Culture,
Gangnam Style,
Video
Friday, September 28, 2012
Kinda Like A Leper Colony
Dina Martina, not Sarah Silverman, would be the funniest woman in America if only...
Labels:
Andrew Sullivan,
Comedy,
Dina Martina,
Video
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Leaves: Pure Poetry
A leaf is filled with chambers illuminated by gathered light. In these glowing rooms photons bump around, and the leaf captures their energy, turning it into the sugar from which plants, animals, and civilizations are built.And we are stardust. (Well, I suppose, technically, so are they.) Anyhoo, from this.
Chloroplasts, fed by sun, water, carbon dioxide, and nutrients, do the leaf’s work. They evolved about 1.6 billion years ago when one cell, incapable of using the sun’s energy, engulfed another cell—a cyanobacterium—that could. That cyanobacterium became the ancestor of every living chloroplast. Without their chloroplasts plants would be left like the rest of us, to eat what they find. Instead they hold out their green palms and catch light. If there is magic in the world, surely this is it: the descendants of tiny creatures in leaves, capable of ingesting the sun.
Vote!
From Sarah Silverman, the funniest woman in America.
(Virtually the only reason to watch The Aristocrats, except for, uh, it's important to know the reference.)
(Virtually the only reason to watch The Aristocrats, except for, uh, it's important to know the reference.)
Labels:
Election 2012,
Sarah Silverman,
Video
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Ted Hughes To His Son
Live like a mighty river.
I am glad to get the reminder today from Andrew Sullivan because I've been meaning to read about Hughes and Sylvia Plath, starting with Janet Malcolm's book, and maybe even approach his poetry. If it's anything like this letter, it's damned good.
I am glad to get the reminder today from Andrew Sullivan because I've been meaning to read about Hughes and Sylvia Plath, starting with Janet Malcolm's book, and maybe even approach his poetry. If it's anything like this letter, it's damned good.
Labels:
Life,
Poetry,
Sylvia Plath,
Ted Hughes
Friday, September 21, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
I'm Back, I Think
I blame my absence on the slow news month — August after all — but it could just as easily have been just general alienation of the can't-give-a-shit variety. I was actually thinking of getting off Facebook and dropping my internet service.
Can you imagine? Apparently neither can I.
Romney's deep pile of doo-doo today gives me hope. I was actually considering various headlines such as "Romney Suspends Campaign, Blames Obama For Being Too Likeable." Subhead: GOP Nominates Fill-In-The-Blank.
I just heard a good one today, too. Apparently The Daily Show from Tampa was titled something like Road To The White House, Jeb Bush 2016!
Anyway I wanted to post a whole bunch of stuff on Facebook yesterday and had to also restrain myself from alienating all my remaining friends again today, so I figured it was time to come back here, where only five people know my name (I'm looking at you, Adele, R.P., Mardie, and ... who's that over in the corner? Looking for who? Oh, she's the next blog over.) Three then. So be it.
Here's the thing I never should have put on Facebook. It was when I knew I was going off the deep end. From now on, I pledge to post Ze Frank stuff for contrariennes only. Who is Ze Frank, you ask. And well you might. I'm really not sure. Google him.
Oh hell, that's right. That's what I'm here for. Without further ado, Ze Frank.
Okay, I don't know how to do audio embeds anymore, so here's the link, it's the track toward the bottom of the page he says is his favorite, but not the finished track at the very bottom. Sorry. I'll do better.
Can you imagine? Apparently neither can I.
Romney's deep pile of doo-doo today gives me hope. I was actually considering various headlines such as "Romney Suspends Campaign, Blames Obama For Being Too Likeable." Subhead: GOP Nominates Fill-In-The-Blank.
I just heard a good one today, too. Apparently The Daily Show from Tampa was titled something like Road To The White House, Jeb Bush 2016!
Anyway I wanted to post a whole bunch of stuff on Facebook yesterday and had to also restrain myself from alienating all my remaining friends again today, so I figured it was time to come back here, where only five people know my name (I'm looking at you, Adele, R.P., Mardie, and ... who's that over in the corner? Looking for who? Oh, she's the next blog over.) Three then. So be it.
Here's the thing I never should have put on Facebook. It was when I knew I was going off the deep end. From now on, I pledge to post Ze Frank stuff for contrariennes only. Who is Ze Frank, you ask. And well you might. I'm really not sure. Google him.
Oh hell, that's right. That's what I'm here for. Without further ado, Ze Frank.
Okay, I don't know how to do audio embeds anymore, so here's the link, it's the track toward the bottom of the page he says is his favorite, but not the finished track at the very bottom. Sorry. I'll do better.
Labels:
audio,
Contrarienne,
Ze Frank
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
For The Record
I feel like to day is worth noting, a harbinger of what's to come, a turning point, a tipping point.
Labels:
Election 2012,
Tipping Point
Romney, Reid And...McCain
Talking Points Memo has been running informed commentary by a reader who has extensive knowledge and expertise in how Romney, thanks to Bain, may have paid little or no income tax for several years, just as Harry says.
Not directly linked to that commentary is the regularly surfacing fact that John McCain's campaign saw 23 years' worth of Romney tax returns when Mitt was under consideration for vice president.
So-o-o, why doesn't John or someone from his campaign speak up for Mitt and say, yeah, he paid income tax. Because he didn't, that's why.
Not directly linked to that commentary is the regularly surfacing fact that John McCain's campaign saw 23 years' worth of Romney tax returns when Mitt was under consideration for vice president.
So-o-o, why doesn't John or someone from his campaign speak up for Mitt and say, yeah, he paid income tax. Because he didn't, that's why.
Labels:
Harry Reid,
Income Taxes,
John McCain,
Mitt Romney
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Best Scene From Mad Men
Somebody who posted it called it that. I don't know, but it's pretty good.
I Really Love Lawrence Krauss
He's very entertaining. But a good case can be made that he's also full of shit, the shit being himself.
I get mad at Andrew Sullivan quite regularly, but who else would give me Ron Rosenbaum (I get mad at him, too) and Jim Holt, the greatest gifts of the day not including a sun emerging finally at 1:30 p.m.?
Why is there something, indeed?
I get mad at Andrew Sullivan quite regularly, but who else would give me Ron Rosenbaum (I get mad at him, too) and Jim Holt, the greatest gifts of the day not including a sun emerging finally at 1:30 p.m.?
Why is there something, indeed?
Labels:
Cosmology,
Jim Holt,
Lawrence Krauss,
Ron Rosenbaum,
Science
Friday, July 13, 2012
Who's 'Unraveling And Desperate'?
So earlier today someone in the Romney camp said all the Bain hoo-ha — when did he officially leave, who'd he tell the truth to, was he retired or "on leave," who's your Daddy, CEO — showed the Obama campaign is unraveling and desperate.
I thought, oh, Karl, how often are we gonna pull that before it catches up with you. So, this afternoon, Romney is giving an unprecedented five, count them, five, interviews to TV networks to try to put the thing away. We'll see.
Polls show the Bain attacks were effective in the saturated swing states even before this latest round.
I thought, oh, Karl, how often are we gonna pull that before it catches up with you. So, this afternoon, Romney is giving an unprecedented five, count them, five, interviews to TV networks to try to put the thing away. We'll see.
Polls show the Bain attacks were effective in the saturated swing states even before this latest round.
Labels:
Election 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Literature
Amazon readers review the best. I laughed so hard at this that I was crying and clutching my middle:
I also think the Morning News is worth a daily read.
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway (1926)I think that is perhaps the best book review I have ever read, on a par with A.O. Scott, a nerdy NYT movie reviewer who consistently manages to pierce my armor with something pithy and worthwhile.
“Here’s the first half of the book: ‘We had dinner and a few drinks. We went to a cafe and talked and had some drinks. We ate dinner and had a few drinks. Dinner. Drinks. More dinner. More drinks. We took a cab here (or there) in Paris and had some drinks, and maybe we danced and flirted and talked sh*t about somebody. More dinner. More drinks. I love you, I hate you, maybe you should come up to my room, no you can’t’… I flipped through the second half of the book a day or two later and saw the words ‘dinner’ and ‘drinks’ on nearly every page and figured it wasn’t worth the risk.”
I also think the Morning News is worth a daily read.
Labels:
books
Even They Think It's Crazy
I used to think all the space stuff was a big yawn. But I changed.
Labels:
Curiosity Mars rover,
Science,
Space
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Mother's Milk
I want to read the new book on breasts (or at least look at the pictures), but The Guardian has a pretty interesting excerpt about breastmilk.
In 1982, the American Society of Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery said "there is a substantial body of medical information and opinion … to the effect that [small breasts] are really a disease"
Labels:
Breastmilk,
Breasts,
Women
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Mexico Has A New President
And Wonkette has the scoop.
First off, he’s a slut. Big deal. So was Bill Clinton (and John F. Kennedy, for that matter). But a slutty assassin and wife killer (MAYBE!) is a totally different story.I confess I didn't read a single Mexican election story although I saw the headlines. But how can you resist now? I still don't know his name. Pena? Is that it?
Labels:
Mexican president
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