Fired up for the football food

I can’t say I’m enthused for the upcoming Super Bowl game. In fact, it just occurred to me that it was likely taking place this coming weekend.
I am aware, however, of the competitors — Patriots vs. Seahawks, right? Not even sure how I do know that, except, of course, that I work for a news organization and do check out the sports pages periodically.
Hubby Bryan and I quit watching pro football 10 years ago. Before that, we were avid Vikings fans, but then some of the antics of the players at that time turned us off of the game. Now we brew beer on Sunday afternoons and pretty much ignore the TV channels where football is broadcast. It’s made for much calmer afternoons and evenings at our abode.
But even with our ambivalence toward the sport, we are usually enticed into partaking in some sort of football-focused gathering on Super Bowl Sunday. And that requires the preparation of at least one appetizer-type specialty, so I’ve been keeping an eye out for some new things to try.
Here are a couple recipes that have come across my desk that I’ve put on my possibilities list.

Bacon Cream Cheese Crescents

1 (8-ounce) package fat free cream cheese, softened
1 (12-ounce) jar bacon bits (or fry up and crumble your own)
1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
¼ cup diced onion
2 (8-ounce) packages reduced fat refrigerated crescent roll dough
In a mixing bowl, combine the cream cheese, bacon bits, pepper and onion.
On a lightly floured surface, unroll the crescent rolls lengthwise and form into a long rectangle, pressing seams together. Thinly spread the cream cheese mixture on the dough. Starting with the long edge of the rectangle, roll the dough into a long, thin roll. Slice the roll into ¼-inch pieces. Place rolls on a lightly greased baking sheet.
Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes, or until brown.

Philly Cheesesteak Dip

3 tablespoons olive oil
1 large onion, chopped
1 large green bell pepper, chopped
1 large red bell pepper, chopped
1½ pounds thinly sliced deli beef, cut into small pieces
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 pound cream cheese, softened
1 (15-ounce) jar Cheez Whiz
1 pound Velveeta, cut into 1-inch cubes
Heat the oil in a skillet over medium-high heat. Add the onions and peppers and cook until tender.
Add the meat and Worcestershire sauce and cook, stirring occasionally, until the meat is heated through.
Add the cheeses and cook, stirring constantly, until cheese is melted and mixture is thoroughly combined.
Serve on baguette slices or with tortilla chips.

Buffalo Chicken Bread

2 boneless chicken breasts
1 teaspoon olive oil
1 loaf frozen bread dough, thawed, according to package directions
8 ounces shredded mozzarella cheese
3 ounces shredded cheddar cheese
½ cup bottled wing sauce (divided use)
1/3 cup ranch or blue cheese dressing
Cut chicken into cubes. Season with salt and pepper. Heat olive oil in skillet, add chicken and sauté until cooked through. Add ¼ cup of wing sauce. Stir to coat chicken and let simmer for a minute or two. Take chicken off heat and let cool.
On a well floured surface, roll out dough into a long rectangle shape.
Combine ranch or blue cheese dressing with remaining ¼ cup wing sauce. Spread across the dough. Add chicken and then top with mozzarella and cheddar cheese. (Add a bit more of the wing sauce on top of the cheese if you want it to be a little bit spicier.)
Starting at one end, roll the dough like a pinwheel, pinching the seam at the end and tucking in the ends so the ingredients don’t ooze out.
Spray a large baking sheet with non-stick cooking spray. Place bread on the pan, seam side down, and bake at 425 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes.
Let sit for five minutes before cutting into slices.

Snowed under by your memories

For most of last week, I was in the midst of a blizzard — a storm of memories.

When I asked for remembrances of the “Arctic Hurricane” of 1975, I expected a positive response — after all, I had experienced it myself and knew it was a memorable weather event —  but could not have anticipated all that would be forthcoming.

Obviously, the severity of that storm has not been forgotten, and I’d like to thank all those who submitted memories and photos. I got in as many as I possibly could, filling up four pages of Saturday’s edition of the newspaper. As many of you noted, we haven’t experienced a storm of that severity since 1975 — and we all hope it’s at least another 40 years until we do.

As I read through the entries and queried my own family and friends about their memories, many of my own rose to the surface of my brain. I was just a few weeks short of turning 12 that January. I vaguely recall getting out of school early that day and can envision the buses lined up in front of West Elementary and the ferocity of the wind as we exited the building.

But my most vivid memories of that blizzard are of its aftermath. I was a Daily Globe carrier, and the paper was undeliverable during the storm, so at its end I faced the daunting task of delivering three issues of the newspaper to my 80+ customers in Okabena Heights. The Globe was an afternoon paper at the time, and my family generally didn’t help me with this job — and I don’t specifically remember them doing so even in this instance — but I have to think they gave me a helping hand, as skinny little ol’ me couldn’t possibly have carried three-days of papers at once. I do remember donning my bright blue snowmobile suit and heading out over the drifts and occasionally sinking down into them up to my waist. The hardest part, in many cases, was just finding a door to which the paper could be delivered.

My brother, Marty, reminded me of the struggle we had getting out of the door at our house at the blizzard’s end:

“I will never forget the Arctic Hurricane of January 1975. It is embedded in my memory just like the shooting in Dallas of JFK and the birth of our first child. 1975 was my sophomore year at Worthington Junior College, and I was still living at home.  We listened to the howling winds and saw the snow falling that night and knew we would be pretty socked-in that next morning, but we couldn’t believe what we saw the next morning.  As Dad and I together pulled up the double garage door at 406 Galena St., we were aghast to discover that the snow was right to the top of the heavy wood door – solid most of the way to the street!  Since we did not have a snow blower and nowhere to actually throw the snow, we had to walk the massive snowfall through the house, out the back door and into the backyard at my childhood home. This was the one and only time we ever had to complete this kind of snow-removal task. I also recall that was the winter before I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Disease and have speculated the tumors that were discovered the following May were probably already present in my body. 1975 was an interesting and life-changing year for me and my family, and it all started with the Arctic Hurricane event – something we thankfully haven’t been witnesses to ever since.”

Looking back through the Daily Globe issues of the time, my mom’s column in that 1975 week reminded me that we spent some of the storm’s three-day duration in the kitchen — I was her apprentice as she tried out some new recipes. While the guys were doing the digging out and tramping all that snow through the house, DotMom and I were probably cooking up a hearty breakfast for them, as she printed these recipes for Baked Pancakes with Cinnamon Cream Syrup, credited to family friend Betty Gundermann

Baked Pancakes

Beat 2 eggs until frothy. Add ½ cup milk; beat well. Stir in ½ cup flour, a dash of salt and dash of nutmeg or 1 teaspoon vanilla. Beat lightly.

Melt ¼ cup margarine in a large skillet with a heatproof handle. Pour batter in skillet and bake 15 minutes at 425 degrees. Cut into pie-shaped pieces for serving.

“I serve from the pan to keep pancakes warm,” noted Betty. “I always put two pans in the oven at the same time and have a third batch of batter ready to pour in pan if needed.”

Cinnamon Cream Syrup: In small saucepan, combine 1 cup sugar, ½ cup light corn syrup, ¼ cup water and ½ to ¾ teaspoon cinnamon. Bring to boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Cook and stir 2 minutes. Remove from heat and cool 5 minutes. Stir in 1 cup evaporated milk. Serve warm over pancakes, French toast or waffles.

No resolutions — just a few goals

I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions. Some introspection would likely reveal that’s because I know I don’t have the willpower to follow through on such goals.

Yes, I could stand to lose a few pounds, particularly right around my midsection — a struggle that I know is shared by many of my fellow fiftysomethings. I have given some thought to making a more concerted effort to exercise a bit more and eat a bit less — or at least eat more of the foods that are good for me — once 2015 rolls in. But I’m not calling that a resolution. It’s more wishful thinking.

Right now, the cold weather is just compelling me to eat more comfort foods and pack on a few more pounds for insulation. The plethora of goodies left over from Christmas isn’t helping either.

But I do have a few goals for 2015 that don’t require much willpower. In fact, they require a bit more cooking and eating. No. 1 on the list would be creating more local food content for the Daily Globe.

This is not a new goal. It’s something I strive for every year as part of my job as the newspaper’s feature editor. But like most things, it all comes down to time. Just when I think it’s possible to take an afternoon to go and try a new recipe or put together a food feature, something always comes up. A phone call demands my attention. A special section peeks up over the horizon. A tragedy occurs that requires all hands on deck. In the newspaper business, it seems like there’s always something that gets in the way of good intentions.

But I intend to try a bit harder this year to carve out time for food features. But I’m hoping that some of you readers out there will resolve to submit some recipes in order to help me with that task. I am always on the lookout for new recipes, so if you’ve discovered something good, please share it.

A much smaller, albeit connected goal, involves a recent Christmas gift. Good friends of Scandinavian heritage presented Hubby Bryan and me with a handmade lefse stick, a devise used for turning the traditional delicacy or its cousin, the Swedish pancake. I have made lefse once in my life — a marathon fundraising event in high school — and have never attempted Swedish pancakes. So sometime in the coming months —hopefully sooner rather than waiting for next holiday season to roll around — I will give one or the other a try. If successful, I will share my efforts on the food page.

Another goal is to keep my desk a bit tidier — no small feat, considering the amount of paper that passes through it on a daily basis. But I admit that things have a tendency of getting buried on my desk, only to be found weeks past their relevancy.

With that in mind, I will share a recipe that came to my attention a bit late for holiday baking time. Just a couple days before Christmas, Carol Jeffers called me up to rave about the recipe she’d tried for a candy made in the slow cooker. She attributes it to country singer Trisha Yearwood, who made it on her Food Network show, “Trisha’s Southern Kitchen.” Before it gets swallowed up by my desk, here’s the recipe.

Slow Cooker Candy

1 package (2 pounds) raw peanuts (the original recipe calls for salted dry-roasted nuts; another recipe uses half of each)

2 packages (4 ounces total) bittersweet baking chocolate (Germans sweet)

One 12-ounce package semisweet chocolate chips

2 packages white almond bark.

Place ingredients, in order given, in slow cooker. Set the temperature on low, put the lid on, and forget about it for 3 hours.

“No peeking and no stirring,” said Carol, who put the appliance on high for a while before turning it down to low, for a total of 1½ hours.

After the allotted time, stir the mixture with a wooden spoon until smooth. Drop the mixture into little muffin tins or cupcake liners. Since she only had one mini muffin tin, Carol dropped the mixture by teaspoonful onto wax paper. Allow to cool completely.

Quick holiday fixes

Nine days. Yes, NINE DAYS! That’s all the time left between now and Christmas.
For youngsters, that countdown is cause for joy and excitement. For adults who are a bit behind on their holiday preparations, it can be cause for panic.
Planning. Scheduling. Decorating. Shopping. Baking. Packaging. Cooking.
So much to do. So little time.
In the spirit of how-to-get-a-lot-done-in-a-short-period-of-time, I have come across a few quick fixes to share with you readers.
The first two items came from one of the holiday treat days at the Daily Globe. Each week in December leading up to Christmas, a different department is responsible for providing a selection of goodies for interdepartmental devouring. Cara Petersen, the Globe’s circulation manager, came toting a kid-pleasing (and we adults liked it, too) dip for animal crackers, while her assistant, Erica Fouch, provided a savory counterpoint, 3-2-1 Dip. Both are easy-to-throw-together options for holiday entertaining.
Confetti Dip
2 cups plain yogurt
One 8-ounce container frozen whipped topping, thawed
One 18-.9-ounce box confetti cake mix
In a large bowl, mix together cake mix, plain yogurt and whipped topping until completely combined and no lumps are visible. Cover with plastic wrap and allow to chill for about 4 hours.  Garnish with additional sprinkles if desired and serve with animal crackers or Teddy Grahams.

3-2-1 Dip
Three 8-ounce packages cream cheese
Two 10-ounce cans Rotel tomatoes & chilies
1 pound sausage, cooked.
Combine all ingredients. Microwave until heated through, or combine in slow cooker to keep warm for serving.
Serve with tortilla chips.

From my own file of ideas, I share a quick fix for holiday decor — one that I employed this year.
The wreath that decorates the front door of our house (shown at left) resulted from something I saw in a magazine. Over the last couple of years, I’ve placed a tinsel-bedecked wreath on the door, but the sun took its toll, discoloring and melting the plastic covering. But I kept the wreath form, hoping I could do something new with it this year.
The magazine suggested wrapping a knit scarf around a wreath form, and I just happened to have some hand-knit ones in bright colors. Since my form was dimensional, not flat, it took three of the scarves to completely cover it. I used duct tape to secure the ends to the back and started wrapping. Within about a minute, I had a lovely wreath, and another minute took care of the addition of a glittery bow. The best part for me — the sun’s rays won’t melt it.

The Great Grape Debate

Who would have thought a salad could cause so much controversy — at least among we mild-mannered Minnesotans?

For those of you haven’t heard about Grapesaladgate, here’s what happened: In advance of Thanksgiving, the New York Times came out with a large food feature that was intended to pull one defining recipe from each state. Coming up with 50 recipes is a large undertaking anyway, but to select one recipe that exemplifies each state — well, I think they should have been prepared for some controversy.

I have no idea if residents of the other states were in full agreement with their selections, but we Minnesotans were, for the most part, baffled to have been identified with something called Grape Salad.

Grape Salad?

Yes, Grape Salad.

The feature was titled “United States of Thanksgiving,” and the Minnesota selection was given this explanation:

This grape salad, which falls into the same category of old-fashioned party dishes as molded Jell-O salad, comes from a Minnesota-born heiress, who tells me it was always part of the holiday buffet in her family. It couldn’t be simpler to prepare and has only three ingredients: grapes, sour cream and brown sugar.

Rather like a creamy fruit salad with a crisp sugar topping, it really is delicious, though the concept sounded strange to me before I first tasted it. Other versions, I hear, call for softened cream cheese and nondairy “whipped topping”; I can’t say I’ll be trying that. Some cooks caramelize the brown sugar under the broiler and some don’t, but I definitely recommend this step, which gives the dish a crème brûlée aura.

I don’t recall ever having eaten a concoction that fits the above description. The only salad that I can remember consuming that contains grapes — outside a basic fruit salad — is the popular broccoli salad — and frankly, I prefer the version without the grapes.

A closer look at the recipe in question further confirmed my assertion that I have never consumed such a dish.

Grape Salad

Heat broiler. Put 2 pounds seedless grapes, removed from stems and rinsed (about 6 cups) in a large mixing bowl. Add 2 cups sour cream and stir with a wooden spoon or spatula, making sure all grapes are well coated.

Transfer mixture to a 2-quart ceramic souffle dish or other baking dish. Sprinkle 1 cup brown sugar evenly over top. Place dish under broiler as far from heat source as possible and broil until sugar is caramelized and crispy, about 5 minutes (be vigilant or you’ll risk a burnt black topping). Rotate dish as necessary for even browning. Chill for at least one hour.

May be prepared up to 24 hours ahead. Just before serving, sprinkle with ¾ cup toasted pecans (optional).

Like many others who questioned the New York Times’ culinary judgment, I have to think there would be many other choices that would better represent the North Star State. While our state has certainly expanded its share of vineyards over the years, it’s not like we are known as a grape-growing state. I’m pretty sure most of that production goes toward wine-making and not table grapes, anyway

How about something made with wild rice instead? Hmmm — guess that went to Wisconsin, which might be better represented by something cheesy or made with cranberries?
Being a realistic bunch, I think most Minnesotans would have been much more accepting of the selection if it had been the aforementioned molded Jell-O salad — a staple of Lutheran church basement functions —  or perhaps something made with SPAM? But instead, we are stuck with a dish that came from the recesses of some unnamed heiress’ memory.

By the way, last week the New York Times issued a correction  – actually a number of corrections — for its United States of Thanksgiving feature. An illustration for one recipe depicted a papaya, not a pawpaw, recipe directions were omitted in one instance, and the Hatch chiles were identified as being from Arizona, not New Mexico. There were also some historical inaccuracies, which the NYT readily admitted to, but no mention of the misrepresentation of Minnesota’s proud culinary tradition.

So I put it to you readers: What ONE DISH would you pick to exemplify the cooking of our beloved state? I’d love to hear your ideas — and perhaps some recipes to back them up. Email your ideas to

The Blandin Club

Election Day was a departure for me — not because of how, or for whom, I voted. Instead of spending the evening in the Daily Globe newsroom doing the hurry-up-and-wait for results with my colleagues as I have for major elections over the past 25-plus years, I was at Sugar Lake Lodge near Grand Rapids.

I was fortunate to have been chosen for the Blandin Community Leadership Program, an opportunity that comes around only every 10 years or so. On election night, many of the BCLP participants, all of us from the Worthington area, gathered in the hospitality suite that was set aside for us and anxiously awaited the outcome of the votes. The television set was on, but no one paid it much attention. We talked about community issues, discussed the potential for new leadership, the probability of various outcomes.and what that might mean to each of us and Worthington as a whole.

As people who were learning about becoming more effective leaders in our community, we all seemed particularly connected to this vote. Some had a strong stake in the outcome, most notably a couple members of the school referendum committee. There were moments of surprise, disbelief and relief, the latter in particular when the referendum results became clear.

Election day was early on in the five-day Blandin experience, and as the week progressed, we learned a lot about each other, and even more about ourselves, but I think that Tuesday night bonding set the stage for much of what was to come.

As we neared the end of the week and our initial Blandin experience, I found myself having what I have since called, “The Breakfast Club” revelation.

“The Breakfast Club” is a John Hughes 1985 movie that follows five students who are forced to serve detention on a Saturday morning at a fictional Illinois high school. The five are all from different cliques of social groups, and the disciplinary principal gives them an assignment to write an essay about “who you think you are” and the violations that landed them in detention.

Being it is a John Hughes movie, juvenile hijinx ensue, and the five find themselves bonding despite their differences. At the end, instead of writing their individual essays, “The Brain” in the group is recruited to write one letter to the principal on behalf of the group:

Dear Mr. Vernon:

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain… …and an athlete… …and a basket case… …a princess… …and a criminal.

Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club

Now, I’m not implying that those of us who participated in the Blandin program were from such diverse worlds or indulged in such stereotypes. But after spending an intense week with those 21 other individuals, I realized that perhaps some of my preconceived notions had quickly melted away as we listened, laughed, engaged, performed skits (yes, skits!) and talked about the issues confronting our community. We looked beyond the titles by which we are so often defined — college dean, banker, pharmacist, nurse, journalist, immigrant, fire chief, librarian, principal, etc. — and looked at the big picture in the hopes of bringing it better into focus and a whole lot brighter for the future.

Yes, we learned a lot about ourselves, each other and our community. Thank you, Blandin Foundation, for the opportunity to grow in ways we never expected.

Weather or not

At the moment, I am in love with autumn.
That’s because it’s been a mostly sun-drenched, mild-temperature kind of autumn. I enjoy walking through the piles of leaves, which sound like cornflakes crunching under my feet. The view out the front window of my house, looking out at the brilliant leaves in the park across the street, makes me sigh at the wonder of it all. And I get a chuckle out of watching the squirrels scurry from tree to tree, amassing their stores for the winter.
I’m hoping that this gorgeous weather continues through Halloween and well into November (could I hope for December?). While an earlier frost did nip some gardens, I’ve heard there are still a few gardens that are producing. If anyone out there still has zucchini, here are a couple recipes from the files of Karen Doeden. If not, squirrel these away for use next year.
“From the time I got this recipe, they have made the Stovetop dressing boxes smaller,” advises Karen. “I now use a package on top and one on the bottom. My sister uses the box of Stovetop and mixes it with the rest of the ingredients and then tops it with cornflake topping.”

Zucchini Casserole

|Combine 1 package Stovetop dressing with 1 stick margarine or butter, melted. Put half of this mixture in the bottom of a 9- by 13-inch pan; reserve the rest.
In a small amount of water, cook 6 cups cubed zucchini and 2 cups grated carrots until tender; drain.
Mix together 1 cup sour cream, 1 can cream of chicken soup and 1 cup grated American cheese. Add the cooked vegetables and spoon into pan. Top with remaining stuffing-butter mixture.
Bake at 350 degrees for 30 to 45 minutes.

Zucchini Coffee Cake

Cream ¾ cup shortening, ½ cup brown sugar, ½ cup white sugar, 2 eggs and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Add ½ teaspoon salt, 1¾ cups flour, 1½ teaspoons baking powder, ¾ cup coconut, ¾ cup chopped dates, ¾ cup raisins and 2 cups grated zucchini.
Bake at 350 degrees in a 9- by 13-inch pan for 40 to 45 minutes. Cool. For frosting, combine 2/3 cup brown sugar, 1/3 cup melted shortening, 2 tablespoons milk or cream and ½ cup coconut. Spread over top of cake and put under broiler for 3 minutes.

For me, the shorter days and cooler temperatures of autumn trigger an urge spend more time in the kitchen. To ease back into baking mode, I tried this recipe emailed by Sandy Cregeen of Jackson, which she came upon at a benefit bake sale.
“… I picked up these bars, thinking they were the ones with the gooey caramel center, but I was wrong. They turned out to be easier and tasted just as good or better.”

Salted Caramel Crispy Treats

Spray an 8-inch square cake pan with nonstick spray.
Add 6 cups crispy rice cereal (about half a 12-ounce box) to a large heatproof bowl and set aside.
Melt 1 stick unsalted butter in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat. Stir in ½ cup dark brown sugar, ¼ cup heavy whipping cream and 1 tablespoon light corn syrup. Cook until thick and syrupy, stirring frequently, about 7 minutes. Stir in 1 teaspoon flaky sea salt.
Turn off the heat and stir in one 10-ounce bag mini marshmallows. Keep stirring until all the marshmallows are smooth and melted. Quickly pour the caramel-marshmallow sauce over the cereal and stir all together. Pat mixture into prepared pan. Sprinkle lightly with flaky sea salt.

In the market for a hearing aid or muscle car? Me neither!

Anyone taking a glance into the mailbox at our home might get a wrong impression of me.

Based on the mail I’ve been receiving lately, I am a hard-of-hearing aficionado of muscle cars.

I’m not sure what mailing list I got on, but it has resulted in some regular mailings that aren’t exactly applicable to my needs, lifestyle or interests.

About six months ago, I began receiving regular — oftentimes one or two a week — solicitations for hearing aids. Now, I realize that I have exceeded the ripe old age of 50, but have so far experienced no difficulties with my hearing. And frankly, I don’t anticipate that happening in the near future, as hearing loss is not an affliction that has been experienced much in my family. I went online and tried to contact the entities (there are several) that are sending me this literature, informing them that I have no need for their services at this time, but the mailings still arrive.

I’m not sure why I received the solicitation for a muscle car magazine — I do subscribe to several publications, but none of them automobile related — but I realize now that I should have immediately thrown it out. Instead I left it sitting on the counter, where it caught the eye of Hubby Bryan. Unbeknownst to me, he sent in payment, and a few weeks later, Muscle Machines arrived in our mailbox, with my name on the mailing label.

Bryan, of course, thought it was a hoot. Even though I appreciate a nicely restored Mustang, GTO or Charger, I have no interest in reading detailed articles about such vehicles.

Now, of course, since I’m subscribed to one-such magazine, I have begun to get solicitations for others, which gives Bryan even more reason to laugh. I will have to be diligent about not just throwing such mailings away, but shredding them first, for fear of him signing me up for another one.

At least the NRA mailings haven’t started to come to me — those are still in Bryan’s name. If I begin to receive hunting and gun information, I will not be amused.

However, I do wish my work mail would yield up some more recipes. What’s your favorite apple dessert? What are you looking forward to making as summer weather gives way to the fall season? I would love to hear from readers about some of their seasonal specialties.  You can email me at; or via regular mail at the Daily Globe, Box 639, Worthington 56187.

The good and the bad of being overwhelmed

It’s a word that has both positive and negative connotations. You can be overwhelmed with gratitude — a good thing. But you can also be overwhelmed by what you need to accomplish — not so good.
It’s a word that I’ve found myself using a lot in recent days as Hubby Bryan and I have coped with the death of his father, Bob. We have been overwhelmed by so many emotions, as well as the outpouring of expressions of love and sympathy we have received. We so appreciate the many kind words, calls, cards, etc. It truly is overwhelming to live in the midst of such a caring community — most definitely a positive thing.
And now, in the aftermath, we find ourselves overwhelmed by what needs to be dealt with in the wake of a person’s death. The mind boggles with all the paperwork that must be completed, a task that falls mainly to my mother-in-law and husband.
But I had my own overwhelming tasks to face upon my return to work this week. My email mailbox was full (I appreciate the patience of all who were awaiting a reply), and my desk was running over with a week’s accumulation of mail and announcements that had been dropped off. It took me a couple of hours to wade through it all and determine which had been taken care of and which had not.
I’m sure it will take me a couple more days to get fully in the groove, and there may likely be some things that fall through the cracks. That’s what happens when one is overwhelmed in a not-so-good way.
At the bottom of one pile on my desk, however, was an envelope that quickly put a smile on my face. Since it was addressed to Lagniappe — the title of this forum (which means “a little something extra,” for those who may be confused by the strange word) — I was pretty sure it contained some recipes. I was right. It was from Lucille King of Rushmore, and it offered a prescription for what can be another source of overwhelming — garden harvest season. It’s that time of year when gardeners are scrambling to “put up” as much as they can for future use or make use of their garden’s bounty before frost claims it all.
“They are neat ways to use up late tomatoes, cucumbers, etc.,” writes Lucille about her recipe offerings. “So if your cukes are still producing more than you planned on or don’t have time to can, try several containers of the frozen ones. They stay nice and crispy and easy to make.”

Frozen Cucumber Pickles

Combine 2 quarts sliced, unpeeled cucumbers, 2 medium onions (more or less to your liking), sliced, and 1 tablespoon salt. Let mixture soak for 3 hours.
In a saucepan, warm 1 cup vinegar and 1¼ cups sugar. Add a bit of mustard seed and/or celery seed (optional). Drain the cukes and add to vinegar mixture.
Ladle into containers and freeze. When ready to eat, just defrost and serve chilled. Add a little more vinegar if necessary.

“This makes you think of mincemeat,” said Lucille about this second recipe.

Green Tomato Pie

Chop green tomatoes to yield 2 cups. Cover with water and boil a few minutes; drain.
Add 3 tablespoons melted butter, 1 cup brown sugar, ½ cup chopped raisins, 2 tablespoons vinegar, ½ teaspoon salt, ½ teaspoon cinnamon, ½ teaspoon cloves and ¼ teaspoon nutmeg. Pour mixture into a double pie shell and bake at 350 degrees until brown.

End-of-Season Veggie Mix

Lucille uses an ice cream bucket nearly full of the smaller, end-of-season tomatoes. Scald, peel, remove any blemishes and chop into a large cooking pan.
Grind up some carrots, onions, celery, green and/or red peppers. Add several jalapeños or other leftover produce if you like, as well as a couple teaspoons of minced garlic. Sprinkle with salt.
Cook until the vegetables are done. Cool and put into one-pound containers and freeze.
Add to homemade vegetable soup, chili, spaghetti, goulash or any hotdish that also calls for regular tomatoes.

Reader submissions are appreciated. Share your recipes by emailing; or send to Lagniappe, Daily Globe, Box 639, Worthington 56187.

Thanks-giving comes a bit early

For the past several days, I’ve given serious contemplation to some of the people, places and things that have impacted my life.
That introspection is due to yet another challenge issued via social media. This time, however, it doesn’t involve a dousing in icy water.
The idea is this: For seven days you post three things for which you are grateful. Each of those days, you are also supposed to nominate three people to do the same, so the wave of gratefulness continues to spread, filling your Facebook feed with a sea of positive thinking.
Of course, there is a sameness to many of the posts, as people express their appreciation for their spouses, families, abodes, jobs, etc. One would hate to leave out such important aspects of our lives — and yet they are also what we most often take for granted.
While it isn’t a requirement, I challenged myself to each day list a person (or persons), place and thing for which I am grateful. I’ve found that people are easy, as so many impact our lives on a daily basis; places and things take a bit more thought. I’ve begun to compile some mental lists as I look ahead to several more days of this. Here’s a smattering of what has been on my list so far or:

* I am, of course, most thankful for my husband Bryan, who among his many other wonderful qualities remembers to put out an extra roll of toilet paper even when I don’t.
*  I am thankful for my siblings, Margaret and Marty, who, although they devised various means of torture for their little sister when we were growing up, managed not to scar me for life and actually turned out to be pretty nice people. We are not just related, we are friends, and that doesn’t happen in all families.
* I am thankful for Chautauqua Park, which is the amazing view that I get to look at each and every day out my front window. I appreciate its history, its serenity and the source of entertainment it provides.
*  I am grateful for the home at 406 Galena Street where I grew up. It was a place filled with love, and such beautiful memories were made there.
* I am grateful for the love of food and cooking that was instilled in the kitchen of that home. (Although it’s why I find it difficult to stick to a diet for any length of time.) I use those skills daily, both at home and at work.
*  I am grateful for aluminum foil. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t use aluminum foil in some capacity. Most recently, I discovered if you wrap a head of celery in foil (take it out of the plastic) it stays crisp much longer. No more limp celery. (Seriously, give it a try. You, too, will be astounded.)

Yet to be listed, but soon to come on my People list, will be you Daily Globe readers —  specifically those who have graciously shared recipes to give me fodder for this forum. For this writer, there is nothing better than having a plethora of material at my disposal when it’s time to write this column.
At the moment, however, that isn’t the case. I’m still hoping for some readers to share their favorite recipes for preparing September’s bounty of seasonal produce. My gratefulness would runneth over if I’d get a few recipes emailed to; or sent to Lagniappe, Box 639, Worthington 56187.
In the meantime, I’ll do my own bit of sharing, for which I hope you will be grateful. At our house, we have added a twist to sweet corn preparation, utilizing this savory topping when we are grilling supper:
For each ear of corn, combine 2 teaspoons mayonnaise (not salad dressing!), 2 teaspoons butter and 1 teaspoon Parmesan cheese. Add any seasonings you may like — at our house it’s chopped fresh basil and a bit of hot pepper flake.
Then I follow the microwave method of cooking the corn: Leave husks on, but trim off the excess husks and ends, loosening the husks that are left on the cob. Run the corn under cold water until thoroughly soaked. Then partially cook the corn, about 1-2 minutes per ear, depending on size, in the microwave, letting rest for several minutes afterward.
Husk the corn (you will note that the silks come off much easier than husking before cooking). Place the corn in a disposable foil pan and spread with the mayo-butter mixture. Cook on the grill for 5-10 minutes more, until corn is heated through and butter-mayo mixture is bubbling.