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…

 

Vinyl-records-620x350Maybe 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:

Srow
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.

Edna’s Spooky Treats for Halloween

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Edna’s treats for Halloween

Let’s start with a drink.

Fizzy Cranberry-Orange Punch

Ingredients:

1 bottle cranberry juice
1 cup orange juice
2 cups vodka
2 cups lemon lime soda (Sprite/7-up)
orange and lemon slices, for garnish

Steps:

Combine cranberry juice, orange juice and vodka in a punch bowl, then top with lemon lime soda.
Garnish with orange and lemon slices and serve chilled.

Now a crunchy snack.

Apple Nachos

Ingredients:

4 Granny Smith apples, cored and thinly sliced
1 cup white chocolate chips, melted
¾ cup caramel, warmed in microwave
1 cup chopped pretzels
2 Heath bars, broken into pieces

Steps:

On a large plate, arrange apple slices on top of one another.
Drizzle half the white chocolate and caramel, then top with pretzels and Heath bars.
Drizzle with remaining white chocolate and caramel.
Serve immediately.

Something warm and easy before heading out for Trick or Treat.

Smoked Sausage and Peppers

Ingredients:

1 (14 ounce) package of Smoked Sausage, diagonally cut into 1/4-inch slices

2 Tablespoons olive or vegetable oil

1 cup onion, cut into thin slices, or 1-inch pieces.

2 cups red and green peppers, cut into thin slices, or 1-inch pieces.

1 garlic clove, minced.

Steps:

Saute sausage in a large skillet over medium-high heat for 3 minutes, turning occasionally.
Add oil, garlic, onion, and peppers.

Cooking until tender, about 3 minutes.

Something sweet for dessert.

Dirt Pie

Ingredients:
1 pkg. (3.9 oz.) Chocolate Flavor Instant Pudding
2 cups cold milk
1 tub (8 oz.) Whipped Topping, thawed
15 Oreo Cookies, finely crushed (about 1-1/4 cups), divided

Gummy Worms

Steps:

Beat pudding mix and milk in large bowl with whisk 2 min. Let stand 5 min.

Stir in Whipped Topping and 1/2 cup cookie crumbs.
Spoon into 10 (6- to 7-oz.) paper or plastic cups; top with remaining cookie crumbs.
Refrigerate 1 hour.

Top with Gummy Worms before serving.

Check out Edna’s other recipes. 

 

Thoughts on Cooking

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Ok, I have been bitten by the inspiration bug. I tried not writing this blog for three hours, inspiration won out. 

So here it goes:

I am not sure when or why I started taking cooking seriously. Over the last two or three years something just clicked, throwing ingredients together made sense. I would like to think that some of the knowledge came from my year spent in Seattle, while there I participated in a Cooking Matters class, (twice) once in the fall and once in the spring. So the class was the same information wise but it was run by two different groups with different recipes and different techniques. 

I then took a position at the Greenwood Senior Center as a volunteer, as a prep-cook for their daily lunch program. I worked with a charming, wonderful older lady, she was short, spunky and loved to sing in Italian while she cooked. I listened and watched her create warm comforting meals for our guests everyday. She was an inspiration, she always made her dishes with love. I worked at the senior center for four months, given that the time flew by, it was the right place to be a the time. 

Moving on to more recent occurrences, I started writing a story called After the Glory. Within this story is a character named Rachel, she is a freelance writer that has a column in a small local paper. Citing recipes and gardening tips, I was inspired to create Recipes from Edna’s Kitchen and Edna’s Recipes for Autumn from her. She is partially modeled after my great grandmother.

All of this cooking and writing has led me to a favorite go to recipe that I would like to share with you all.

Slow Cooker Pulled Pork

Ingredients:

1 4-6 lbs Pork Shoulder Roast

2 oz Hickory flavored Liquid Smoke (about half the bottle)

3 teaspoons Himalayan Pink Salt (enough to cover the roast)

Steps:

Rinse and pat dry Pork Roast

Stab the Pork Roast with a fork repeatedly on all sides

Rub crushed Himalayan Pink Salt into the Pork Roast

Place the Pork Roast into a Slow Cooker (Crock-Pot)

Pour Liquid Smoke over the Pork Roast

Cook on high for 4-6 hour or on low for 8-10 hours

When finished cooking, meat should be tender, taking two forks shred up meat.

Now for the good stuff Katsu Sauce.

Katsu Sauce

Ingredients:

1\2 cup Sugar

1\2 cup Ketchup

4 Tablespoons Worchestire Sauce

4 Tablespoons Soy Sauce

1\4 teaspoon Garlic Powder

1\4 teaspoon Paprika

Steps:

Combine all ingredients whisk together add a splash of water to thin out sauce if desired.

A simple recipe and oh so good, I pour the Katsu sauce over the shredded pork and service on a roll with macaroni salad.

There you go my rambling thoughts, feel free to comment or suggest one of your go to recipes.

 

Chances

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So I am not going to lie, I enjoy reading erotica, seriously who doesn’t. I especially enjoy the short experience stories, the I had sex in an elevator, or she took me in the restroom. So I spend time browsing for erotic stories, the #nsfw ones, and when they are written well, I enjoy the experience.

One day as I was looking through a short fiction site that advertised their 8000 plus erotic story collection, I came across this one particular story. It was titled “The Yellow School Chair” it peaked my curiosity, so I clicked on it.

~ ~ ~ ~

The Yellow School Chair

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted her. She was hot, short, curvy but cut she swam and biked. She was well toned, with shoulder length dirty blond hair, and dark green eyes. So I hit on her, and before I knew it we were down stairs in the campus library. I showed her the archive room, no one ever goes in there. It was a room full of bookshelves, boxes and clutter. I pulled out a yellow plastic school chair and placed it in the middle of the room. I asked her to have a seat. I walked around her, standing behind her, I ran my hands down her neck rolling my thumb over the scar at the base of her neck.

~ ~ ~ ~

I stopped reading, I reached up and ran my fingers across the back of my neck. There is no way that this is one of my personal experiences that someone else is writing about. It is a small world and all, but what are the chances, that someone I slept with in college, first off wrote about it, and secondly that I randomly found it. I thought about this for a moment, check who the author was. Which wasn’t any help because it was under a username. I continued reading, might as well see how it turned out.

~ ~ ~ ~

I ran my hands down her arms, then down her sides, I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. I walked around to the front of the chair and kneeled down in front of her. I kissed across her collarbone and down in between her breasts. I slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and un fastened her bra, it fell to the floor. I took her soft brests into my hands carressing them, then I sucked on her nipples making them hard. She put her head back and moaned, as she ran her fingers through my hair. I nibbled and sucked on her breasts, rolling my tounge around her nipples. I moved back from her and motioned for her to stand up, she did and I unbuttoned, unzipped and slid her jeans off of her. I kissed her stomach and squeezed her ass, then I hooked my thumbs into the hips of her panties and slid them off. I asked her to sit back down and spread her legs, she did and I moved down between her soft thighs and lightly licked her pussy. She moaned and I slid my tounge into her, tasting her, feeling her. I sucked and licked sliding my tounge in and out of her. She squirmed and moaned I loved hearing her moan. I then slid my fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out of her now drenched pussy. She bit her lip, pushed back against me and let out a scream, I keep fingering her. Till she begged me to stop.

Well that was intense, to read one of your own personal experiences, told by someone else. Once again I wonder what were the chances.

Life is Like…Poetry

Clarity of Thought

What does it mean,

to think, to understand,

to reflect, to learn.

Why does your heart lean one way

and your mind the other.

good and evil,

right and wrong,

clarity of thought.

Understanding the feelings that pulse through my mind,

Why is one right and the other wrong.

I can’t clear my mind enough to get the time that I need to catch my breath.

My body is tired and rundown, exhausted.

But my mind is awake to everything.

Ready to pounce upon anything that comes it’s way.

How can my mind be so energized and my body so tired.

I have no clarity of thought.

I don’t know or understand why my feelings are so mixed and conflicted.

I am mad at the world but at the same time I want everyone’s sympathy and compassion.

Never

I have never seen a sunrise over the ocean.

I have never kissed a sweet loving kiss, that tasted of warmth.

I have never been loved with the love only found in a peer.

To be all these things is my only request.

That before my dying day I find trust and love.

To kiss to have the warm breath of another against my lips.

As sweet as honey, yet as pure as a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

To feel his warmth move through me, to have his lips linger upon mine.

Like the morning dew on the petal of a rose.

To hold his hand in mine, firmly but gently.

Protecting me from heartache.

The love I’ll find within him.

If only he’d let me.

 

Friend

Why I consider you a friend,

You are always there to listen,

Not to judge and criticize.

To enjoy the good times,

And to get through the bad.

You’re the only one who hasn’t left me.

And when you do leave for various periods of time,

You always come back.

I feel that you’re the only one who cares,

About me for who I am,

And not what I’ve done or might do.

You have helped me unlock and open,

So many hidden doors.

Thank you for being a friend, I love you.

You’ve shown me more compassion and trust,

As well as showing me more of what life has to offer,

Than anyone else.

 

His Eyes

His eyes are the color of the wide open sea.

His deep yet sententious voice,

Has the power to captivate me,

His hair shines like gold beneath the warm midday sun.

Be it through the gates of heaven,

Or the red hot flames of hell,

It is him that I follow.

And without his love, compassion and friendship.

I would have been lost.

He holds me safe from the cold cruel world.

He fills my soul full of life,

And my heart full of love,

That it sends me soaring like a dove.

He is honest with me,

And I am true to him.

I shall be his and he shall be mine,

For now and for all time.

 

Life is Like

Life is Like…
A dozen roses, all standing straight,

Full of beauty, an arousing aroma of peace,

A symbol of love and respect.

But only stay for a short while,

It brings feelings of happiness to a lonely heart,

Then fades away, so quickly to remind us

How limited our time is.

It fades away, losing a little more beauty each day,

From a bright bold color,

To a darker duller stain of color.

Its leaves dry and crumble to the surface of a table,

To be brushed away.

Its petals wither, curling the corners,

To shrink slowly in the mid-day sun.

Till it drops, fallen over, given up on itself.

Allowing gravity to take over,

And finally it dies.

Showing how soon we forget about time,

And the value of our own lives.

 

No More

I use to be happy and carefree,

But then something happened.

Something that made me not want to feel anything anymore.

My father died and everything changed.

From the moment the phone rang at 12:45 am,

My world was put on a roller-coaster.

All I felt from that point on was hurt and sorrow.

I am tired of feeling all these feelings of pain,

It has made me numb to any and all other feelings.

All I want is to be able to depart from this roller-coaster.

That all started the night the phone rang.

To have no more sadness and no more pain.

To have a time that is quiet and calm to be able to sort these feelings out.

To find my balance and clarity of thought.

 

Who am I…

Who am I?

Why am I so sad, why do I need to be held and comforted?

Who am I to ask such a selfish question?

I have always taken care of everyone else around me,

So why does this person, this stranger want to help me?

Someone not worth helping, I don’t deserve anyone’s help.

All I want right now is my dad,

I want him to hug me and to say that he loves me.

Why am I left to suffer from his selfishness?

He left me for his own happiness.

I don’t ever want to hurt someone that way.

Which is why I am always taking care of those around me and not myself.

I am afraid that if I stop to take care of myself and am happy,

That I may be hurting someone else with my happiness.

So where do I fit in? When will it be my turn to be happy?

Who am I and where do I belong?

Erotic Poetry

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Desire

You are my vice my drug my want my desire.

The things you say the way you make me feel, the deep desire I feel when I am with you when I want you, to be with you to feel you in me, fucking me making me moan and cum.

As I rub my hand along my breasts and pinch my nipple, making them hard. Pinching my nipples hard makes my pussy wet and wanting, running my hand in between my legs, sliding my fingers into my wet pussy and rubbing my clit making myself cum.

Feeling your tongue slide into my mouth, sucking on your tongue. I pull you close to me and I can feel your hard cock pushing up against me. I run my hand down and undo your pants I take your hard thick cock into my hand and stroke it.

Making you moan, and kiss you deeply. I drop to my knees and take your cock into my mouth, sliding it deep into my mouth sucking and tasting you. Feeling your hands run through my hair holding me close to you.

I suck your cock and taste your cum, you moan and pull me up to you. You kiss me deeply and run your hand over my breast, pinching my nipple, and making me moan. You lay me down on the bed and pull off my pants and panties.

You push my legs apart and gently kiss my inner thigh. Moving up to my wet pussy, I shudder as your tongue slides into my pussy and you lick my clit making me drip with cum. I push you deeper into my pussy and moan, wanting to feel your cock in me.

I want to fuck you and feel you thrust deep into me, I want to feel you cum in me.

You are my vice my drug my want my desire.

 

Shower

Fuck…had to go take a shower.

Talking to you, getting that butterfly feeling in my stomach,

you turning me on so much, telling me how you want me and how hard your cock is, that you’re rubbing it.

Becoming breathless, rubbing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding my fingers into my wet pussy.

I moved to the bed and laid on my back rubbing at my clit, thinking about you,

making myself so wet and wanting to cum for you.

Sliding my fingers in and out, thinking about wanting your cock in me. Wanting to feel you fuck me.

Had to go take a shower, got in and washed,

then couldn’t stop rubbing my pussy, and thinking about you,

saying fuck me please baby, fuck me, made myself cum again and again.

Got out of the shower and standing with just a towel in the bedroom,

I kept rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples,

I dropped the towel and fell to my knees and rubbed my pussy till my body shuddered and I came.

I am not sure what you do to me but oh my god.

All I can say is fuck.

 

You

I watch you,

I think about you I wonder what you look like naked.

I picture you standing before me bare chested.

Running my hands across your broad shoulders and down your chest.

Stoping to feel your heartbeat under the touch of my hand.

I kiss your cheek, you need to shave.

I kiss your lips, soft and full.

I slip my tongue into your mouth and gently suck.

You let out a moan and kiss me back.

I drop to my knees.

I take your erect cock into my mouth.

Sucking gently at first, then harder as you moan and run your hands through my hair.

Pushing further, I feel your cum hit the back of my throat and I swallow.

I rise up and kiss you long, slow and deep.

That One Time

He stood in front me, he leaned in and kissed me, deeply. I sucked on his tongue he let out a sigh.

He unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and hooked his thumbs into my jeans and panties and slid them down to my ankles. I took off my shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor.

I stepped out of my jeans and panties and sat on the edge of the bed. He knelled before me and ran his hands along the inside of my thighs moving my legs apart. He gently pushed me back on to the bed and moved himself in between my spread legs.

He gently kissed my pussy, before starting to lick and suck at my clit, feeling his tongue slide in and out of my pussy, making me moan with pleasure. As he licked and sucked at my pussy, I ran my hands through his hair pushing him in deeper.

He was making my pussy so wet and wanting to feel him in me. My breath quickens as his tongue flicked at my clit making me cum. He moved up me kissing my stomach and rubbing my breasts, he pinched my hard nipples making me yell out in pleasure.

As he sucked on my rock hard nipples I slid my hand down to my wet pussy, rubbing at my clit. He moved his hand down to join me and slid his fingers into my pussy making me cum again.

He kissed me and I could taste my cum on his lips. I wanted him, wanted to feel him deep in me, fucking me. Enjoying me making me cum all over his cock. He moved away from me and undressed.

He then lowered himself on to me and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. Feeling him fill me, his hard cock thrusting deep into me, I let out a yell of passion, it felt so good, so hard and deep. Fucking me harder and faster feeling him slid in and out me making me want to cum.

He stopped and rolled over on to his back I sat up and moved towards him, leaning in and kissing him. I leaned over him and took his erect cock into my mouth and sucked.

I let his cock slid in and out of my mouth feeling it, tasting it, sucking, licking and enjoying it.  I straddled his hips and slid his cock into my pussy, slowly moving back and forth letting his cock slide in and out of me. I sat up and ran my hands through my hair, I leaned back and thrust-ed my hips into him.

He let out a moan of pleasure. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. I started moving faster and faster fucking him harder and harder. He pulled me down to him and I felt him cum deep in me.

He kissed me and we laid there in silence.