Tags and mashed potatoes lunch

[Brutus]

Sometimes we get nothing and this reminds me of my father's tales of Occupied Belgium and how his immediate relatives staved off starvation while he ate comparatively very well at boarding school.
This is a meatless dish.

Two Yukon Gold potatoes
One large Russet potato
Cream, enuf to flavor your meal
Three teaspoons honey (yeah get out that forgotten squeeze bottle, use butter knife to retrieve the stubborn contents)
One level tablespoon garlic butter
Salt and pepper to your taste
Hot sauce, I like Frank's lime flavour

Just boil your spuds until soft
Drain, then add your butter and mash it up.
Then while still hot add your honey add your cream.
Once you are happy with the mashed consistency, salt, pepper, hot sauce.

The honey will somewhat allay your protien crazings.
But you will need meat sometime in the near future.

Edit: I don't know how they managed in WW2 Belgium. Other than dad saying his immediate family lived mostly off just spuds, lost tons of weight.
Every kid at boarding school went home for the weekend and every kid was given some fresh fruit for thier family's survival.

 

[Workin Man]

Thanks for sharing that. I don't think we are at that point here right now, but it is interesting to hear how people dealt with shortages and hard times in the past.

Jim

 

[legi0n]

lots of traps for protein
anything is edible when you're hungry enough

 

[45ACPKING]

lots of traps for protein
anything is edible when you're hungry enough

reminds me of that movie from way back with richard dryfuss where he learned to eat and survive off mice in the arctic by watching the wolves.

 

[SprayPilot1]

My father grew up during and after WW 2 . He told me about eating potato peels they were lucky enough to get from neighbors and friends. Honey, butter and cream? Ya, right. His older brother and father snuck in to a farmer's field and stole a couple of oat stukes. He still remembers having to spit out the husks of boiled oats.

 

[Brutus]

My father grew up during and after WW 2 . He told me about eating potato peels they were lucky enough to get from neighbors and friends. Honey, butter and cream? Ya, right. His older brother and father snuck in to a farmer's field and stole a couple of oat stukes. He still remembers having to spit out the husks of boiled oats.

Feel free post your recipe on a other thread.

 

[SprayPilot1]

Feel free post your recipe on a other thread.

Did I offend you? Was not my intention. Maybe you should read my post again. I said my father...not me. You could ask him, if you like?

 

[hoytcanon]

Honey, butter and cream? Ya, right.

Did I offend you? Maybe you should read my post again.

Maybe it was your condescending statement above?

 

[Bigbubba]

I did not interpret it to be condescending as much as it was just stating that those items would be very hard to attain in wartime Belgium.

Curious though, where would a Boarding school, (and I am making the assumption from the way the post is written, so Its possible I am not understanding the context) in wartime Belgium, get food for the students, and in fact have surplus to send home with the students?

 

[Brutus]

I did not interpret it to be condescending as much as it was just stating that those items would be very hard to attain in wartime Belgium.

Curious though, where would a Boarding school, (and I am making the assumption from the way the post is written, so Its possible I am not understanding the context) in wartime Belgium, get food for the students, and in fact have surplus to send home with the students?

The boarding school was for those that desire to be machinists. They started thier schooling before the invasion. The Germans recognized thier value to perpetuate thier war machine.
Henceforth they deemed that thier schedule/training/boarding were too continue without any interupption.
The Catholic Church ran this vocational school.

If u reread my above post I said I don't know exactly thier recipes in Belgium. Other than potatoe based diet.

 

[Grizzly Adams]

I was born practically on a Hunt. Germany 1948, father got the neighbor with a car to drive my mother , who was in labor and him to the hospital. A rabbit ran across the road in front of the car and they went in pursuit. Times were tough.

Grizz

 

[Brutus]

Folks,
Ever notice some flavors are just seemingly made for each other?
My recent example is creamy potato soup. I like Orange Crush alongside this soup recipe. Buttered bread on the side. If it's a gazillion below outside a serving of chocolate pudding.
Seems about right.

 

[trevj]

reminds me of that movie from way back with richard dryfuss where he learned to eat and survive off mice in the arctic by watching the wolves.

IIRC, that was based off a Farley Mowatt (spelling?) book that was pretty much decided to be a total crap description of events.

Someone described him (and they grew up as neighbors, apparently) as "Barely Knowit".

But it made for a good play, to sucker in the stupid.

People like to forget that we are not actually Wolves. Same as the idea of eating what a monkey eats in the jungle, Lots of what they eat will just kill us!