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Easy Potato Soup – The Ultimate Comfort Food

Every year, when the weather chills I get a litany of calls from grocery store aisles. The conversations go something like this:

“Hi mom, I’m at the store. Tell me what I need to make potato soup.”

And I smile and happily recount the list of simple ingredients as memories swirl in my head from days gone by when my four daughters were little and my pocketbook was lean. There is nothing like this simple staple to warm hearts and fill hungry bellies. It’s the ultimate comfort food. 

This year, as my brood gathers for the holidays, soups and chewy ciabatta bread is on the menu. One of my son-in-laws will be replicating the Olive Garden’s Zuppa Toscana (it’s his specialty!) and me? You guessed it! Potato soup!

Now you will find all sorts of fancy and elaborate recipes online and in cook books. Some require broths and other ingredients like chicken or ham, broccoli, carrots or cheese. My recipe is all about paying homage to an amazing nightshade edible tuber, the esteemed pomme de terre, the magnificent potato!

So just as I would tell my daughters from memory each winter, I’m sharing my recipe with you. 


Ingredients for a Crowd

5 lbs of Red Potatoes, peeled and quartered

1-2 sweet onions, chopped

2 12-oz cans of evaporated milk

1 cup of butter (2 sticks or 1/2 pound)

1 TBS salt (plus more to taste)

2 tsp fresh ground pepper

Optional: cornstarch to thicken

Place onions, potatoes and salt in a large stockpot. Add enough water to completely cover the potatoes. Boil, uncovered until the potatoes are soft.


Remove from the heat. Don’t drain the water. Using a potato masher break up the potatoes, leaving several small lumps. (If your pot is too deep you can transfer the potatoes into a bowl to mash.)


Blend in the evaporated milk and butter. If your soup is too soupy, you can use a tablespoon or so of cornstarch to thicken. Have a taste and season to your liking, adding the pepper and additional salt.


And if you must, you can always add the extras I mentioned above. My kids like to add shredded cheese and bacon bits. Me? I like it simple. Warm, smooth, filling. The perfect dish on a cold sleety day! Yummy in my tummy! Stay warm everyone! 


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 December 2016

This week’s Shi Sai is growing on me. For several weeks now, many of us have reeled from the incomprehensible aftermath of our failed Democracy. Yes failed. There are no winners. We are all losers. And with each passing day the lunacy of it all spirals faster and faster, boggling our minds. To think that an angry, easily duped minority put us where we are is just plain crazy!

And yet this is our reality now. A parallel universe where rewards are presented to the highest bidder, where those who object are vilified, where truth does not matter, where opinion is the only thing that drives our conscience, where facts are inconveniences to be twittered away, where lies are embraced and repeated until they become mantras for the deplorables among us…the racists, misogynists, nationalists, white supremists and evangelicals, where the incoming leader of the free world is less interested in governing and more concerned with how his newfound title will affect the bottom line of his brand, where laws and the constitution don’t matter, where privilege has finally reaped its ultimate goal…world domination.

Sounds like a nightmare doesn’t it? For a majority of us, it is. It’s like some bad dream we can’t wake up from. And yet…and yet…for those of us who are most definitely awake, this is no time to curl into fetal positions, hide under blankets and hope for the best. We’ve been here before after all, and our forbearers fought for those of us who would come after. They believed in us and the future, saw that glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, dreamed beautiful dreams and marched through their collective valleys of shadows united, not in misery, but in love and unity of purpose, dressed in a peace that confounds understanding…yes, in peace.

How can we aspire to anything less than? When the dust settles and we are faced with the reality of what we have inflicted upon ourselves, yes all of us, for none are innocent, what will our response be?

In a perfect world faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges, our response must be to remember who we are, to do justice, to have compassion and mercy, to love, to forgive, to walk humbly, to be the change.

This is why this week’s Shi Sai is growing on me. It’s a clarion call rising from the depth of my soul, nudging me out of hiding, into the light. I know what I must do, I’ve always known. And even if I can’t trust anything around me, even if I can’t believe what I am seeing in the present, I can hope in the future and trust my intuition. I know what I need to do and be. It’s simple. It’s four letters that mean everything…L…O…V…E.

Peace and love to you. Remember who YOU are and listen to your heart. It knows the way forward. ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 December 2016

A woman’s heart remembers things
should I tell them I know?
when someone plays on my trust
proof they’re not well (b)read
behind our locked doors and walls
memories in shades of gray
a great victory the unraveling,
she is everywhere
it’s the cock’s clarion call
and crying babies
to rouse those who sleep
following
my intuition
always gives
me peace.

~kat

The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.


Clarion – Friday’s Word Of The Day Haiku – 9 December 2016


Happy Friday! Today’s word of the day on Dictionary.com is Clarion. It is defined as a1. Clear and shrill: the clarion call of a battle trumpet, and 2. An ancient trumpet with a curved shape.

It is when the one gets into the origin of the word that things get interesting…

Origin of clarion

The etymology of clarion is clear and simple. Spellings of the equivalent term in Old French include clarain,clarin, claron, clairon, clarine. The diminutive noun in French formed from clarine is clarinette, meaning“clarinet.” Clarion entered English in the late 1300s,clarinette in the late 1700s.

But I think my favorite reference to the word is in its application in a quote by Jane Goodall:

“This book is a clarion call to rouse such people fromspineless acceptance of the status quo. I cannotstress strongly enough that every individual makes a difference.”
Jane Goodall, with Gary McAvoy and Gail Hudson, Harvest for Hope, 2005

Inspired by Ms. Goodall’s words, I give you a few Haiku. Have a great weekend! 😊

Clarion – A Haiku Study

those who are awake
shriek a clarion warning
to rouse those who sleep

clarion crooners
sooth the rage of common beasts
and crying babies

it’s not the sunrise
it’s the cock’s clarion call 
that rallies the dawn

kat ~ 9 December 2016


Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 December 2016


I really do believe the last line in this week’s Shi Sai. Nothing compares to love. Love is quite complex. As the song says, “It is a many splendored thing”. Love is a big deal. As I consider love, and my own personal calling to be more loving in this challenging time, I realize that the dysfunctional reality of family of ours as a “united nation” is no longer something we can hide or hide from.

There are several types of love I discovered when I did a bit of research. The ancient Greeks gave us several types of love to consider:

Eros (sexual passion or desire, considered by some to be dangerous or irrational),

Philia (deep friendship, a more highly prized type of love and also equated with a term called storge which is associated with the love parents have for their children), 

Ludus (playful love or affection between children or young love, associated with flirting and and also fun between friends, joking and dancing), 

Agape (love for everyone, the most radical love of all associated with selflessness and charity), 

Pragma (longstanding love, considered a mature love that is exemplified by long-married couples who have perfected the art of patience, tolerance and compromise) and

Philautia (self-love and compassion – Aristotle described philautia thusly: “All friendly feelings for others are an extension of a man’s feelings for himself.”)

So what does all this mean? Most importantly, what does it mean for me personally, especially when I am hurt or beset with conflict, can I still I declare in all sincerity “love overcomes hate”?

The truth is that I have the capacity for each of these types of love. If I truly believe in the power of love, deepening my understanding of each nuance, each facet, equips me to respond when I am struggling. i have the ability to grow as a person when i am willing to see where I am lacking. The Greeks have created a wonderful roadmap and I know of another too…

1 Corinthians 13
English Standard Version (ESV)

13-If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2-And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3-If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4-Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5-or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6-it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7-Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8-Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9-For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10-but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.11-When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12-For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

13-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Yep, I really do believe the last line of this Shi Sai. Be kind to one another this week. Love and peace to you.

Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 December 2016

all woman-girls who recall
frosted roses fade
it’s where dreams are born
“You’ll do,” she thought.
I remember a flood
fallout from Faustian pacts…
Your fruits have been many but you have lost yourself and are fading as we speak
nothing compares to love

~kat


Faustian – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

faustian

TGIF! That’s all I can say! It’s been a rough several weeks for many of us. And it gets crazier each and every day! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is another of those blasted words that has a poignant parallel to current events. Last week I dodged the bullet, so to speak, and refused to apply the theme of my haiku to the obvious. But there is no way around it this week…Faustian…how else does one explain the madness that we are currently witnessing?

Dictionary.com defines Faustian as

  1. sacrificing spiritual values for power, knowledge, or material gain: a Faustian pact with the Devil. or
  2. of, relating to, or characteristic of Faust: a Faustian novel.

But it is the origin of the word that truly sent me over the edge…

Johann Faust (c1481–c1541), Latinized as Johannes Faustus, was an itinerant German alchemist, astrologer, magician, and thaumaturge. Legend has it that even though he was very successful, he became dissatisfied with his life and with the limits of human knowledge and therefore sold his soul to the Devil for limitless knowledge and pleasure for a limited time—the Faustian bargain. Faust in German means ”fist”; faustus in Latin means ”of favorable omen, auspicious.”

I know I don’t need to mention it, but it bears repeating, especially since many of you are not from the U.S. Just in case you might be wondering if I am one of those insane persons in the minority who dealt our country a lethal blow last month by voting for, well, you know who. At any rate, here goes…

I did NOT vote for Trump.

That being said, as much as I might want to scream from the rooftops, “He is not my president; he will NEVER be MY president!” I am reminded that the angry minority that voted for him thought that very same thing about my President these last eight years, misinformed and misguided though they may have been. They voted recently, many of them – especially those who claim to be Christians – by selling their soul, in true Faustian fashion, turning a blind eye to his misogyny, racism, privileged, narcissistic, bullying and lying behavior because basically, they were “mad” at a government that they believed was not serving their self-righteous needs. Oops sorry…too harsh? Oh well.

Apparently I am still stinging from the betrayal of many of my friends and family who voted for this monster. In my heart of hearts I know that they are not all those awful things that define the man that they voted for. And while I have admonished myself to be forgiving I am finding that this is an ongoing inner battle that I must fight each and every time I hear another one of his outrageous lies or his announcements of each vile cabinet appointment. “What were they, those who voted for him, thinking?” I think…

Taking a deep breath.

Like it or not, he is THE president-elect. Forgiving those I love for their error (IMHO of course) will, I’m sure, continue to be a thorn in my side, but one that I am determined to press through because I do love them.

As for my country? Just because I forgive the generally nice people who were blinded by his skulduggery, does not mean that I will not continue to stand for justice with every ounce of my being. It’s a fine line we walk, those of us who are awake. But the future depends on it.

Peace and LOVE to you all…kat

“We the People” reap
fallout from Faustian pacts…
elections matter!

kat ~ 2 December 2016