It feels like Christmas. Some good things have happened this week.
When looking for faceless recipes just before St. Patrick's Day I came across "The Irish Potatoes". I looked at the recipe, saved it but didn't hold out much
hope for it. In fact, I even commented to a friend, "I am going to make these but I imagine that they will be one of those calorie wasters."
Boy, am I eating my words!
I did a half recipe - darn, if I had only known - but that is probably a good thing as I had to keep telling myself, "STEP AWAY FROM THE POTATOES!"
This recipe is going on my Easter Menu, probably Christmas too. These will be absolutely smashing with the Easter ham. I am going to do a couple of trial runs - making the
whole thing in advance and refrigerating over night then baking and another one where I will do just the potatoes & onions and then pour the hot cream and butter over them just before baking. For Easter I will have to do 2 trays, one with onions and one without
for the onion haters in the family.
Can you believe that anyone could hate onions?
We have a couple in our family and NO I did not raise them!
See, by doing a couple of trial runs I get to eat more of them. :)
On another note, did you see the post about re-sprouting green onions? I don't know about you but through the years I have wasted a lot of green onions. So
when I saw this trick on the internet I was right on board. I immediately headed to the produce bin and dug out my green onions. Some were fine and a few skinny ones were already starting to look sad and a little slimy.
March 19th - new growth from the edge of the cup.
I washed up the slimy ones and chopped off the green part then put the little stub of a green onion root into a small cup with a little water. Within days
the roots were growing and green was sprouting from the top. After just one week it had grown almost 4 inches and a new sprout had started.
March 22nd - more growth and a new sprout!
Remembering Petey's trick for storing lettuce in mason jars I decided to store my good green onions in a mason jar in the refrigerator. I washed them up,
trimmed up the tops so they would fit into the jar with the lid on. Into the refrigerator root end down. The trimmings from the tops I saved in another pint sized jar to use as garnishes etc. Well guess what? When I opened the jar, that had been the the cold
dark refrigerator those darned things were growing! They had grown to the lid of the jar and were all bent over curling around, trying to stretch out! New little roots were forming too, even though there was no actual water in the bottom of the jar, just the
dampness from washing them.
I cut the roots off, leaving a small amount of onion and placed them in a shallow dish on the window sill. Success again, the roots are growing and they are
starting to sprout!
By the way, the green onions in the refrigerator are happy as clams after almost 2 weeks. I am thrilled!
It doesn't take much to make be happy, does it?
The other story I want to share is not food related at all. But I know you animal lovers will appreciate this.
A couple of years ago a cat adopted us. She parked herself under No Baking Papa's truck, screaming "MEOW MEOW" over and over again. Our cat Patchy did her best
to chase off this intruder. "MEOW" would not be deterred - she would get beat up and come back for more. Soon she was sleeping in the garage, up on top of the cabinets to avoid a surprise attack from Patchy. She had obviously been someone's indoor cat - she
had the personality of a house cat but wouldn't let anyone but the girls or me pet her. Patchy passed away and Meow had the run of the garage all to herself but she would never go near Patchy's cat tree or food bowl.
When we moved here in October we brought Meow with us - she hid in the garage for a couple of days and then started venturing out. She would go for the day,
who know where and be back for dinner and a good nights sleep in the garage. All was well until January when we left for 3 days. We came home and she wasn't around - I figured that she would be back but after a week and no sign of her I called my former neighbors
and let them know to keep an eye open for her.
Weeks passed and nothing. I kept the cat carrier and a can of wet food in the car - just in case. I would go back to the old neighborhood, calling for her. Finally
I gave up hope and I gave away the giant bag of cat food.
Then Tuesday the phone rang - our old neighbor Terry calling to tell me that Meow was sleeping his back patio. I jumped in the car and flew over there. There
she was fast asleep in the sun. I called her and she picked up her head, jumped down... "MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW!"
Meow is home with her best friend.
She is thin and a little scraggly but she is happy to be home & has settled into her old routine.