I found this on the Web several years ago. Sorry I don’t have the source any longer, but I do honor the creator in my heart!
4 slices of bacon
1 c chopped onion
4 c pared, cubed potatoes
2 c turkey broth
20 oz frozen corn, thawed
¼ c butter
2½ tsp salt
¼ tsp pepper
2 c cooked cubed or shredded turkey
2 c milk
1 c heavy cream
2 Tbsp chopped fresh parsley (optional)
In a 5-quart pot, sauté bacon till crispy. Remove and reserve. Sauté onion in bacon drippings till golden brown. Add potatoes and turkey broth. Bring to a boil, and simmer uncovered for ~30 minutes or just until potatoes are tender, but not mushy.
In another saucepan, combine butter, salt, pepper, turkey, and milk. Simmer uncovered for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add to potato mixture. Add corn and heavy cream. Cook, stirring occasionally, till hot, but do not boil. Turn into warm soup tureen. Crumble reserved bacon on top and sprinkle with chopped parsley.
- I start this recipe with the amount of turkey I have, and multiply from there.
- I’ve never used fresh parsley; just added the dry stuff.
- Freezes well. Just go ahead and mix in the bacon and parsley before freezing.
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I haven’t seen anyone do this in a while, and I can’t remember who was the last person I saw do it, so this isn’t an individual attack, it’s just a hopeful attempt to get folks to think about what they’re doing.
Please stop posting photos of your kids on the potty.
There. I said it. Now I’m going to open my umbrella to protect myself from all of the rotten fruit that’s going to be thrown at me in a minute.
Moms, could you maybe think of this as a Golden Rule thing? Would you want pics of yourself on the toilet posted in a public place?
“But she’s so cute!” “But I’m so proud of him!” She is, in fact, adorable. He has, in fact, accomplished the greatest feat of his young life. But not every cute moment, not every proud moment, needs photo documentation to be shared with the world. Using the toilet should not be a public act.
“But you can’t see anything!” OK, but I could probably take a photo of you on the toilet not showing anything, and it still wouldn’t be respectful.
I don’t get tired of seeing pics of my friends’ kids. I’m not one to complain that you post too many. Just…not this, please. I get embarrassed for your kids every time. They’re not in a position to know enough to say no, so when it comes to potty pics, please say no for them.
In celebration of National Punctuation Day, I present that classic example of gentle instruction in the art of punctuation, “Bob the Angry Flower’s Quick Guide to the Apostrophe, You Idiots.”
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Please note that these rules also apply to surnames. Hence, a pair of Smiths, not a pair of Smith’s. A trio of Joneses, not Jones’s or Jones’ or Jone’s or any other horrific apostrophic abomination or pluralistic poppycock. Does the name end in a vowel? No punctuation! Just add an s! Does it end in an s or a z or an x or a ch or the like? No punctuation! Just add an -es!
So, is there any time an apostrophe should appear with a surname? Of course! When you make it a possessive! The Smiths’ house, not the Smith’s house…unless there’s only Smith, and he somehow ranks as the Smith, in which case, he sounds a little full of himself, so I’d avoid him and his house if I were you. Then we have the Joneses’ children, the Romanos’ Winnebago, and the Shostakoviches’ All-You-Can-Eat Tofu and Bean Sprout Bar.
For the love of Bob, stop treating surnames like some alien creatures that need a whole set of rules entirely to themselves. You’re only making things complicated for yourself. Treat surnames just like ordinary words. They happen to be capitalized, but there’s no need to panic as a result and throw out everything you’ve ever learned about plurals and possessives. ’K?
In memory of Rev. H. Halloway Fish
Sept. 1, 1824
He was graduated from Dartmouth College 1790
Ordained in Marlboro
Sept. 26, 1793
And thirty yrs. the beloved pastor of the church and society
He died praying for his people.
This graveyard marks the place of lowly sleep
And living friends enter here to weep.
I think finding his grave will have to be on my agenda for my next NH visit.
I went to the bank today and paid off my mortgage.
(Well, since I posted this at half past midnight, technically I went to the bank yesterday and paid off my mortgage.)
And it scared the stuffing out of me. I went and stood in the closest doorway and prayed for protection…especially that the nearby hurricane lamp wouldn’t fall on my head. Ironically, a hurricane lamp fell on my head a few days ago (just the globe) and shattered all over the floor and the furniture and the box I was packing. If I check earthquake off my bucket list, that means I don’t have to go through another one ever again, right? 5.8…in Virginia.