OT: What's on your Thanksgiving menu?

TraciInLA said:

CC, how in the world do you stuff an orange?

"Oranges stuffed with sweet potatoes"?  Good heavens, you southerners come up with some doozies!

I've never heard of such a thing -- details, CC, details!

 
Danny's Oranges stuffed

 

Danny's Oranges stuffed with Yams

12 large oranges cut in half and scooped out

3 (40 oz) cans of Bruce's Yams; drain and save 2 cups syrup

2 C brown sugar

1 1/2 C butter

9 T orange juice (saved from scooped oranges)

Bag of large marshmallows

 

OK, you get a large type of oranges (navel) and cut them and half.  Scoop out all oranges; save a 9 tablespoons of the OJ.  Drain cans of sweet potatoes, but save 2 cups syrup.  He only uses Bruce's Yams.  Put sweet potatoes in large pot.  In another pot, add yam syrup, 2 cups brown sugar, and 1 1/2 C butter and bring to boil.  Cook for about 10-15 min until thicker.  Then pour syrup mixture into potatoes and bring back to a boil.  Let it cook on lower heat for 30 min.  Remove from heat.  When cool, mash it all down and mix.

Then scoop mixture into orange half.  Place fat marshmallow on top of each one.  Cook in 350 oven until marshmallows melt and turn brown.

This is hubby's recipe and it was like pulling teeth to get it from him.  You can add nuts.  He hates nuts.  He says this makes 24 stuufed oranges.  You can 1/2 or third recipe according to your crowd. 

They look like this but he uses one large marshmallow: http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/sweet-potato-orange-cups  I will give him this: they are very festive looking and guys seem to love them.  I like one, but i do not eat 4 like Danny, Craig and David.

P.S. Although I understand that they are technically sweet potatoes, Southerners call all sweet potatoes "yams."

BTW, I was born in Philadelphia, but my mom was born in Hopewell, Virginia (loved chess pies and tapioca) and my dad was born in New York but raised in Savannah, Georgia (pecan and peach pies).  They were in Philadelphia while my dad was doing his residency.

I was raised in New Orleans since I was a few months old.  Danny insists I am Yankee, but I could live on red beans and rice.

 

 

 

Clementine_P said:

Thanks Traci!

She is a jerk, but we all recognize that now and just make a joke out of it (which really annoys her).  When she says something rude, one of us will say, "Ding! that one was worth 10 points!".  Hee hee!  Still, I'd like to see you take her on...she may have her first worthy  adversary!

OK Clementine, mine has said

OK Clementine, mine has said so many rude things over the years, I can't believe it.  We will have to have a competition!  Starting with when I was just 18.  Danny was playing around with my hairbrush and pretending to brush his dog's hair with it.  I told him to stop and his mom said, "Yes, stop I don't want Fido to get anything." 

Well, I have forgiven her a million times.  Seriously, she is a wounded person and had a very difficult life.  She is still just as difficult but I have learned to love her and do exactly what you do, ignore the zingers and laugh out loud at them.  It really disarms her.  When I was first diagnosed in 1987, she pitched in and was very kind.  I guess sometimes you have to take the rose with all of its nasty thorns. ;-)

We have the smallest and

We have the smallest and saddest Thanksgiving meal....

smoked turkey (brian spent smoking it for almost 12 hours in the smoker)

Food Club brand Turkey flavored stuffing.