a second helping of blasphemy, please.
April 25, 2006 at 10:01 AM
mystery boy and i are spending the evening doing something that would make my ancestors jump out of their graves with glee! i thought it would be fun to let you kids guess, but somehow i see that one getting WAY out of hand (you dirty, dirty people).
mormon sunday dinner!
we’ve decided it’s our calling in life to combine the finer points of a mormon dinner and a sarah dinner. a mormon dinner consists of the following key ingredients: pot roast, potatoes, mismatched place-settings, and loud children. a sarah dinner consists of only one key ingredient: wine.
does anyone know what kind of wine goes well with funeral potatoes? obviously boxed wine, but a chardonnay cube or a burgundy box?
Comments
how ’bout fermented hawaiian punch…
Blue Nun.
With or without the flakes?
You’re poor mother!!
princess: i think you’re onto something there!
theorris: i’ve always wanted to try that stuff just for the brilliance….
cornflake girl: without. i hate mixing my precious cereal with any pretend veggie.
anon: actually, my mother gets a kick out of these things, she finds me entertaining, that AND your poor grammar.
I’m just going to step right up and give myself a shout-out, because if it weren’t for my mormon recipes and cooking classes, the wine would have no funeral-y goodness to accompany.
Keep on cooking Sarah! You make me proud!
i’m going to step up and give a self-shout-out as well (sorry, s- but the record must be set straight). it was i, and not our sweet cyber-hostess, who cooked. sarah provided the meat (there’s a sexual joke there somewhere, but i can’t find it), and the wine, but i was the mastermind behind the crock-pot special which ensued.
please understand: i don’t say this to take anything away from s. i just need the word to get out about how domestic i am. i’m hoping to be called as relief society president. cross your fingers for me kids. . .
jen: the only thing you can be proud of it my ability to pick up a fork. i had nothing to do with making the dinner. sorry to disappoint! for the record, jen did give me some great lessons. i can bake a mad blueberry pie.
mystery boy: hey, now…i didn’t specify who was making the meal, as i assumed people would know it certainly wasn’t me. also for the record, mystery boy would make a fantastic relief society president. i know this because he served ice cream for dessert.
I made funeral potatoes on Easter for my Jewish friends.
What did you end up drinking?
How about red Jell-o Wine.
amy: funeral potatoes are the single best thing about the lds faith. we stuck to red wine.
sam: afterwards, i realized we should have had jello shots; no mormon dinner is complete without jello.
Sarabellum – the homemade root beer isn’t bad either. Especially with a big boowl of frog eyed salad. Oh man, I think I’m having Utah withdrawals.
amy: ahh, the frog eye salad. why anyone thought that naming a salad that was a good idea is beyond me. kids are afraid, as they should be! mystery boy and i were discussing mormon dishes last night and he has never heard of carrot raisin salad? sad, isn’t it??
mysterious ex morm: thanks for being honest. It’s nice to meet a man who knows his way around a kitchen!
Sarah: I think you owe mystery boy a blueberry pie.
Never heard of carrot raisin salad!? Get mom on the phone now for the recipe!
jen: you’re right, i owe him some sort of sweet treat!
I suggest bourbon and martinelli’s cocktail, that’s what I had at my sister’s dry wedding.
Sorry we didn’t get to paint the town drunk while I was in Utah…maybe next time?