December 14, 2009 § Leave a comment
(once again, pardon my subpar photography skills!)
I apologize if it’s a bit hard to read this post over the sound of me patting myself on the back. Yeah, I’m a little proud of this one – mainly because it rates pretty high on the tasty-deliciousness meter and it used up a hefty two pounds of mashed potatoes that I had leftover from a lefse party (lefse is a Norwegian potato flatbread that is really best made at a party, preferably with a beer in one hand!). The temperature has finally gotten legitimately wintery here. Of course, I grew up in northern Minnesota, so whenever the subject of the cold comes up I have to act all extra tough (I mean, because I am, of course), and say things like, “This isn’t cold! It never even gets really cold in Boston. Try a couple of weeks of minus 40 and then get back to me about cold.” This generally gets a lot of looks of shock and horror at the idea of that kind of weather, and then everyone returns to complaining about how cold it is. Because it is. Certainly, it is at least cold enough to have me hovering near my oven every evening coming up with reasons to turn it on. Even if I’m making something on the stovetop, I’ve been able to scheme up some way to end it in the oven. Case in point, this spiced up rendition of something akin to shepherd’s pie.