And Rush and Sean Hannity are having a ball making fun of all of it on the radio today. They are my other two co-workers besides Moon Griffon (if you read my earlier blog.) Some days they are funny, other days they yak too much and then there are a few days that they totally bore me. Or make me angry. Much like co-workers that everyone has.
My cousin Jean is a super cook. I have to qualify that. Everytime she comes to my house (she lives two doors down) for a football game or family gathering, she ALWAYS brings something totally unique and scrumptious. She brings basil pesto or garbanzo bean dip or bread from the Baton Rouge health food store. I have her recipe for cole slaw which is to die for and takes up a front page in my recipe diary (the bible of my lifehood recipes.) And now I am going to share with you her potato soup recipe that is sooooo good. By the way, her mother, Marjorie (*), who has passed, had a killer bread pudding recipe that I also have and may possibly share this holiday season.
6 cups peeled and cubed red potatoes, 2 cups water or chicken broth, 1 cup chopped celery, 1 cup chopped carrots, 1/2 cup chopped onions, 2 tsp dried parsley, 2 chicken boullion cubes, 1 tsp salt, pepper to taste, 3 cups milk-divided, 1/4 cup flour, 3/4 lb. lite Velveeta (cubed).
Put first 9 ingredients in large pot. Bring to boil, cover and reduce heat. Simmer until veggies are tender. Put 1/4 cup milk with flour to make paste. Stir into soup. Add remaining milk and cheese. Cook on medium heat until thick and cheese melts.
It is sooooo good. I wish I had more time to cook. At one time in my life I was a chefette extraordinaire! But I love that Jean passes on her great recipes to me. She also got me growing basil on my patio this summer. The only problem is, I just watched it grow....I will work on actually picking it next summer and doing something with it. By the way she also introduced me to long leaf begonias which I totally intend to grow next spring.
I'm not very old but am feeling my age. I grew up Methodist and am very grateful for Westbury United Methodist Church in Houston, Texas. But when my Father died when I was fifteen, we joined the Presbyterian Church, which I am forever grateful for. And that church is Memorial Drive Presbyterian Church (where Jim and I were married) in Houston, Texas, and was one of the great saving graces in my life. Bob Ball and James Wharton helped me tremendously in my faith journey. They gave some of the most thought provoking sermons that I have ever been privileged to listen to. I miss that. I have not found anything close to that since I left Houston. Jim and I attended bible study weekly on Thursday nights with our study leader, Keith (along with 50 to 75 other people back in 1986-89), who was an inspiration. I remember many of his bible study classes but two that touched me the most were: (1) The night he described Christ's bones being separated on the cross (a close proximation of what I thought was the actual pain Christ went through on the Cross - it made me cry), and (2) the fear of making his brother stumble (he was on a flight home from California and ordered a drink next to a stranger who was an alcoholic.) This is the church now....