Potato Leek Spinach Soup

This is a variation of my standard potato soup. I had a leek and spinach on hand and decided to spice things up. My kitchen experiments don’t always work, but this one is a keeper. 😊

Potato Leek Spinach Soup

Ingredients

1 Leek diced

2 Cloves Garlic diced

2 TBS Olive Oil

8 Potatoes pealed, cut in large cubes

1 TBS Sea Salt (or more to taste)

1 tsp Pepper

8 TBS Butter

2 cups Spinach, chopped

1 can Condensed Milk

2 TBS Cornstarch

1 or 2 TBS Crushed Red Peppers (I like it spicy)

In a soup pot sauté the leeks and garlic in the olive oil until tender. Add potatoes and fill the pot with enough water so that the potatoes are covered. (You won’t be pouring the water off.) Bring to a boil and cook until the potatoes are breaking apart. Remove from heat as mash the potatoes, leeks and garlic in the pot. Add butter, spinach, crushed red pepper, pepper and salt and half of the condensed milk. Stir the corn starch into the remaining condensed milk and add to the pot. Bring to a boil, stirring until thickened. Serve and enjoy!


To Be Woke

to be woke

we burden
ourselves by caring,
by serving
others, while
apathetic morons quell
all hope in the dream

~kat

A Shadorma for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only: Slow – moronic, apathetic / Work – serve, burden, dream.


Saturday with the Muse

ferocious defender of
hearth and home, yet
how softly she embraces
those she loves, only
a fool would cross her

with a thousand stars
in the night sky to wish
upon remember to listen
to your soul, emotions,
the heart, cannot
be trusted

gentle breezes
sweet birdsong
shade is growing
boughs are greening
beneath the late
winter sun

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online


February Poem #2

…to a leaf

like a tiny tree
emulating her mother
root to trunk to branches, she
clings through the summer,
green, to blush when autumn kisses her

~kat


February Poem #1

…to a fountain pen

bleeding peacock blue
words in fluid cursive scroll
inspiration from the muse
written bits of soul
empty sheets of parchment rendered whole

~kat

For February I’ll be focusing on the ordinary (as in ordinary, everyday people, places, or things) using a new form I am calling a Horatiodet. See what I did there? It’s a portmanteau that combines the words Horacian+Ode+et. A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horacian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus.