Living in Bowling Green gave me the opportunity to meet some pretty great people. One such couple invited college students over to their house every thursday night for dinner. Somehow I managed to weasel my way there along with sometimes 15 other hungry students. This was no ordinary meal though. It was like having thanksgiving every week. Mrs. Borders is an amazing cook and would make a massive amount of food. We'd eat, talk, laugh, and listen to great music. It was literally the highlight of my week. Every week.
And I bring you this recipe because I used to hate sweet potatoes. Like the thought of eating one would make me gag. Mrs. Borders recipe for sweet potato casserole changed me and for that my stomach and heart thank her. She would make this dish almost every week and when my time came to fill my plate I would ask for double portions. (Embarrassing) Now I'm a believer and I finally understand what America is all about.
It's super simple. Let me break it down.
I used 3 taters.
I peeled them. (duh)
I chopped them into cubes. Cooks them faster.
I tossed the cubes in boiling water till soft.
I dumped the hot water out and poured in:
1/4 Cup of milk.
1/4 Cup of Sugar.
3 Tbs of Butter. (or if you're Paula Dean, the whole stick)
I blended the yummy mixture and transfered it into a greased backing dish.
I added more sugar on top plus some cinnamon and a little melted butter. (I eyeballed)
Then you stick that thing in the oven for 40 minutes at 350.
I added large marshmallows (don't wimp on the baby ones) to the top of the dish in the last five minutes of cooking.
The marshmallows will get all toasty and brown and the whole thing is just, well basically, a dessert.
Contrary to popular belief Texas does have seasons, although much less extreme than northern states. It was fun to wake up to a frosty porch and crunchy white grass.
Today, on this day of thanksgiving, my dad jokes that he's mourning the loss of the colonies. I always knew what thanksgiving was growing up, since my mum is American, but it didn't really mean much to me, just a yummy meal. I sort of love how big of a deal it is here. You get to stop and reflect on the year and all the blessings you've been given. This morning I'm enjoying a hot cup of tea, cinnamon coffee cake, and watching the Macy's Parade. They're all traditions in the making right?
Happy Thanksgiving Y'all. Thanks for following along.
Sporky (my brother) finally came to visit and brought his humor with him. He's certainly livened up the house. We've been working out in the woods making trails for the 4wheelers and he's been helping me cut down branches and trees. It's gonna be a sweet racetrack out here before too long.
Meet Frankie. Last week was Princess' birthday and to celebrate she bought herself a new puppy at the Canton First Monday. (See We Love Texas post.) He is a chi-pom-pom mix and completely adorable. He also loves to wake us up at 2 in the morning like any human baby (not so adorable). Named after Chap's favorite English football player Frank Lampard, he's fit in well with the family. Especially Daisy. Frankie is fearless, even when Daisy is 10 times his size. They love to wrestle and bite each others ears. Basically they've become our new entertainment.
Another wonderful weekend was spent in Dallas celebrating a birthday with some great friends. Chowed down at Bread Winners Cafe where I ate 90 percent of my Tuscan French Toast. So yummy and such a cool restored building. Our next stop was to the Dallas Arboretum. Because the weather was so wonderful, the rest of Dallas also decided they would make a trip to the Arboretum, which meant there was a bus ride out to the park. My only way to describe the Arboretum is that I felt as if I wasn't in Texas but in a tropical/ rainforest/ English countryside. It was beautiful. A must see if you're in the area. We lucked out with having the Chihuly glass exhibit also touring through the Arboretum which added an even more picturesque view. Our final stop was a free ear-busting (literally) Sister Hazel concert. And yes they still exist, and yes there are still Hazelnuts out there, only they are 60 years old and they increase in drunkenness with age. I forgot what it felt like to hang out with people my age, considering I am surrounded by either annoying brat high school students or old farts (no offense Mummy and Daddy). It was a much needed social vacation that I will gladly accept again.
Ain't he the cutest? High school students can be so creative. Here's some of the pieces I've fired recently. And I promise I had nothing to do with the Union Jack box, although I was completely supportive of the design. It is seriously so much fun to see what they come up with.
Signed a very impressed substitute art teacher.
I've also fiddled around and finally have a place for you to follow my blog. Thanks for reading!