Bone Marrow Mashed Potatoes

October 1, 2011 at 12:09 PM | Posted in Eat this. | 1 Comment

Stop gagging, and just read.  You wimp.

The guy who can fix anything, including well pumps, furnaces, and wonky toilet installations, has promoted himself to the guy who can fix anything and is now married to me, so he has a big list.  I love that guy.  I am glad he’s around all the time now.  And I’m in all-wifey mode where I’m making beee-you-tee-ful dinners and roasting vegetables and baking vast quantities of banana bread.  This works out nicely for the guy who can fix anything, etc. as that boy likes to eat.  And he likes to bring home dead things to eat.

Now, if you are opposed to bringing home dead things to eat, please chillax.  My husband and I are both big fans of the sanctity of life.  We hunt and fish only what we will eat, and we kill quickly and mercifully and follow all fish and game regulations.  We look with our mean eyes at those who don’t. I sometimes incorporate one raised eyebrow into my mean eyes.  We do our part.  And I can blog about it if I want.  The First Amendment says so.

I’m deeply devoted to a quasi-subsistence, living off the land, berry-picking, spending a lot of time gardening lifestyle.  In fact, you could say that I’m bone marrow deep into it.  As in, I spread it on toast.  I scrape it out and eat it plain. I make mashed potatoes with it.   And I revel in every moment.

Bone marrow is fabulous.  It’s delicious!  It makes the most delicately-flavored and yummy-textured mashed potatoes ever.  In fact, I don’t have a picture of them for ya’llses because we ate them.  There was no time for pictures.  Sorry.  Put on your imagination cap and visualize.  Or better yet, make your own bone marrow mashed potatoes if you want to see them in person.  Here’s how:

1.  Marry a guy who can fix anything and who thinks it is romantic to bring home a dead moose.  If you can’t find one of those, you may buy beef thigh-bones at the store.  If you must.

2.  Make killer banana bread for guy who can fix anything.  I like this one despite its profane name.

3.  Now that the guy who can fix anything is all happy and banana bread fortified, have him cut the moose leg bones in chunks that will fit in the roasting pan you own.  Or have the butcher at the meat department do that for beef leg bones.

4.  Roast the bones at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes or until the marrow starts leaking out.  Mmm.

5.  Using thin, poky things (I use an iced tea spoon and a filet knife), scrape the marrow out of the bones and into some little dish thing.  Let it cool.

6.  Cook potatoes in water.  I make a lot, like 10 good-sized potatoes or so.  Use organic ones so that you can leave the skin on.  The potatoes should come to a boil, then simmer for 20 minutes.

7.  Then, drain the potatoes and mash into them the cooled bone marrow with a few minced garlic cloves if you are anti-vampire or if you just have 85 thousand cloves of garlic from your garlic planting experiment last fall.  Maybe this year you will only plant a few cloves instead of a few heads.  Not that I would know anything about that.  I’m just blogging.  And add enough milk to make a consistency that you like along with salt and pepper to taste.  Mash, mash, mash.  I like to leave chunks of potato in the mix.

8.  Then, sprinkle parsley on top because you like things to be pretty.  You know you do.

9.  Serve to unsuspecting guests.

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  1. Bone marrow mash – a novel way to introduce a topic of great interest to all people: not Your marriage as such, but marriage and relationships in general. Admirable the way you manage to segue between food and husband and even combine the topics.

    Congratulations btw. Glad to know that your lack of blogging recently isn’t because been removed from the gene pool due to heatstroke due to jogging over the harsh Alaskan summer. *mild guffaw* Hmm, don’t think I’ve ever actually guffawed before, in text at least. I’ve laughed, grinned, winked, chuckled and possibly even chortled once but this would be my first guffaw.

    And how do the new household master and the incumbent household felinedeal with one another? A friend of mine says that corporal cuddling of the cat is the way to go. Annoy the cat by lavishing affection on her. Either way, household master must lay down the law to the feline and enforce her conformity to the new arrangements.

    And I suppose we can expect your imminent retirement from teaching and a lot more jewellery to be produced?


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