Sausage, Dried Cranberry and Apple Stuffing from Edna’s Kitchen

 

Sausage, Dried Cranberry and Apple Stuffing

Ingredients

1 pound mild bulk breakfast sausage
4 Tablespoons butter
3 cups sliced leeks, white and pale-green parts only, cleaned well (about 2 large leeks)

*note I used half an onoin instead of leeks*

2 granny smith apples, cored and chopped
1 cup chopped celery with leaves
1 Tablespoon poultry seasoning
1 cup dried cranberries, rehydrated in boiling water for 15 minutes and drained
1 Tablespoon chopped fresh sage leaves
2 teaspoons chopped fresh rosemary
6 cups boxed bread cubes (croutons)
⅓ cup chopped fresh parsley leaves
2 to 3 cups chicken stock
1 Tablespoon salt
2 teaspoons ground black pepper

Steps

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.

Saute the sausage in a large skillet over medium-high heat until cooked through, crumbling coarsely with the back of a spoon, about 10 minutes.

Using a slotted spoon, transfer the sausage and drippings to a large bowl.

Melt the butter in the same skillet over medium-high heat.

Add the leeks, apples, celery and poultry seasoning to the skillet and saute until the are soft, about 8 minutes.

Mix in the drained cranberries, sage and rosemary. Add the mixture to the sausage, then mix in the croutons and parsley.

Next add the chicken stock a little at a time until the stuffing is very moist. Be sure not to overdo it; it shouldn’t be mushy. Season with salt and pepper.

Place in a casserole dish.

Bake in a 14-inch oval or 9 by 13-inch rectangular casserole dish and place, uncovered, in the oven for 20 to 30 minutes, until the top is crispy and the center piping hot.

Remove and serve immediately.

Enjoy, have fun and try new things in the kitchen. – Edna

 

Spaghetti and Meatballs from Edna’s Kitchen

One of Edna’s favorite go to meals on family night. Paired with garlic bread or twists, along with a ceaser salad. Can also be easily doubled I made 36 meatballs out of 3 pounds of ground beef. Have fun in the kitchen and enjoy.

Spaghetti and Meatballs

Ingredients
Meatballs
1 ½ pounds ground beef
¾ cup dry bread crumbs
½ cup milk
2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley
1 teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon dried oregano leaves
¼ teaspoon pepper
1 medium onion, finely chopped (½ cup)
1 egg

Sauce
1 tablespoon olive or vegetable oil
1 medium onion, chopped (½ cup)
1 clove garlic, finely chopped
1 can (28 ounces) whole tomatoes, undrained
1 can (6 ounces) tomato paste
¼ cup chopped fresh parsley
¼ cup water
1 teaspoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon dried basil leaves
¼ teaspoon pepper
1 package (16 ounces) spaghetti
Grated Parmesan cheese


Steps
1 Heat oven to 350ºF. Mix all ingredients. Shape mixture into 1 ½ inch balls. Place in ungreased jelly roll pan, 15 ½ x10 ½ x1 inch. Bake uncovered 15 to 20 minutes or until beef is no longer pink in center and juice is clear.
2 Meanwhile, heat oil in Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Cook onion and garlic in oil, stirring occasionally, until onion is tender.
3 Stir in remaining Sauce ingredients except spaghetti and cheese, breaking up tomatoes. Heat to boiling; reduce heat to low. Cover and simmer 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
4 Add meatballs to sauce. Cover and simmer 15 minutes. Cook and drain spaghetti as directed on package. Place spaghetti on large platter. Top with meatballs and sauce. Sprinkle with cheese.

Life as It Is…

 

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Maybe it’s the hour or the time of year, but I have decided to write this. More just to get it out of my system and to see what it looks like on paper. I have tried writing about my dad a few different times and it never seems to sound right.

I wrote this the other day:

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It’s one of those days.
Even though you’ve been gone for quite awhile now.
It still stings, without warning thoughts of you drift in.
Demanding my attention, causing tears to well up.
I will always remember you.

While thinking about my dad, I have day like that where the memories flood in with out warning. To be honest they have been flooding in more often lately, starting to face my own mortality. My dad had his first heartatack at age 41, (I am 41) scary thought.

I am going to put this up, however I will be back to work on it.

It was a dark and stormy night…

I was born in Pullman Washington, the day after Mother’s Day, May 10, 1976. There were compilations, I had two seizures and spent two weeks in an incubator.

My parents…

My mom was born and raised in Seattle and my dad grew up in Wenatchee WA. They meet at Washington State University in Pullman WA in 1973. They were married on June 22, 1974.

My dad worked in radio he had a BA in journalism and communications. I have a photo of him performing in a play called “Under Papa’s Picture.”

My mother has a masters degree in early childhood development and has mainly worked for non-profits as a case manger testing children’s learning abilities.

My brother was born January 14th 1980, a healthy baby boy named Chip. In May of 1981 my parents moved to Alaska. McGrath AK, in the middle of nowhere.

Where my dad ran the public radio station KSKO 870 am and my mom worked for various social work agencies. She also tried running her own daycare for a while. Needless to say it was a isolated, structured upbringing, school, work, activities ect..

My youngest brother was born November 12th 1982, Marcus. In 1988 we moved to Fairbanks AK, where my dad was unemployed for two years while my mom worked (he wrote a sci-fi novel) while unemployed. Side note I never got to read it and it’s lost forever, at least to me.

In 1990 my dad went in for an interview at a radio station, and ended up  being News Director of KTVF an NBC affiliate in Fairbanks. My dad suffered his first heart attack in September 91.

In April of  1992 I got to travel to New York and sing in Carnegie Hall with my high school choir, I was 15 years old.

In November of 92 my mom moved out, she left. She also let a con-man of a boyfriend move in and bleed her dry financially and emotionally. He ended up marrying some girl he meet on-line after spending five years with my mom.  

My dad got remarried May 22, 1995 to a strange German lady he met penpall style that was from New York. On Tuesday June 13, 1995 after returning from his honeymoon my dad was having chest pains and went to the hospital. He refused treatment and signed out AMA Wednesday afternoon, on the morning of Thursday June 15 he suffered a massive heart attack and passed away around 1:15 am. My dad’s widow was nice enough to hold his funeral on Father’s Day.

The insurance was a mess, because I was an adult, (I was 19) and my brothers were minors and my mom was divorced. My dad had never added his new wife, I got my share in cash and my brothers were set up with a guardian account my mother being the guardian. The money let me go to school and move away from my mother.

I went to the University of Alaska Fairbanks, (the piece I wrote called Tripping Through My Memories is the first semester after my dad died) I didn’t finish, I ran out of money and didn’t see a point in it at the time.