You know those Facebook recipes, right? The ones that people share and share and probably don’t ever make? Well, they’re usually loaded with highly processed fake food.
Last year, I ran across one such recipe, a recipe for Turkey-shaped onion dip. I decided to use the facebook recipe for inspiration, but make a real food, or real food-ish, onion dip. So here we go:
1 large onion, chopped
1 half stick butter
3/4 tsp salt
1 tsp black pepper
1 tsp basil
1 tsp paprika
2 ounces cream cheese
2.5 cups sour cream
1. Melt butter in a pot or crockpot.
2. Add your onion and caramelize. You can do that in the pot and watch it for about an hour. You can do it in the crockpot for about 8 hours and only check on it and stir it periodically. (I go with option two since I have little ones that need my attention.)
3. Add the cream cheese so it softens.
4. Add your spices. (Feel free to tweak these to your own preferences.) Stir it all.
5. Add the sour cream and stir it all in.
6. Remove it from your pot or crockpot and put it in a bowl that you can use for serving. Cover it. Refrigerate it overnight.
7. The morning of serving, cut up your veggies and arrange them around your dip bowl to look like a turkey. There is no wrong or right way to do this. In the above picture, I have cauliflower, green pepper, celery, rainbow carrots and cucumber. I used a yellow bell pepper to make the turkey wings and beak, a cucumber slice for the head and carrot sticks for the feet.
Would it be better real-food-wise if I made my own sour cream and cream cheese from raw organic milk? Sure it would, but this isn’t bad. It’s cute, it avoids the processed “soup mix” type dip and it’s really not hard.
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November is the month of All Souls. Halloween is October 31st, which is the Eve of All Hallows or All Saints Day Eve. On November 1st, we celebrate All Saints Day, a feast day of all the saints in the Church. Then on November 2nd, we celebrate All Souls Day and remember everyone who has ever died in all of humanity. We pray for their souls. We believe that if they are still in Purgatory, our prayers can relieve their suffering and even liberate them from Purgatory and send them to Heaven.
Us Catholics pray for the dead throughout the entire year and not only during the month of November. (Praying for the dead is in St. Paul’s Letter to Timothy and Maccabees, and that’s just off the top of my head.) It’s a good practice. We also believe that those dead we pray for will pray for us.
Everytime Sometimes when I pass a cemetery, I pray for the dead of that particular cemetery. So do my kids. They remind me. We offer the souls of the people in that cemetery a quick Eternal Rest or a Hail Mary or even both. For those of you that know the Pharisaical bo-bo Catholic that I am, you can imagine that these prayers aren’t always said with devotion or even at all and that I kind of take spells and do better at these prayers sometimes more than others.
Out here on the prairie, there are many country cemeteries. Sometimes they are family burial plots in unnamed cemeteries surrounded by pasture on land that hasn’t been that family’s homestead in 80 years. They don’t have signs. You can barely make out the headstones. I would venture to say that some might not even have headstones. We try to offer an Eternal Rest especially for these souls because I think it’s possible we may be the only ones still praying for them. There is one such cemetery only 2.5 miles from my house.
Genoa Colorado is hardly a mecca anymore. Still, there are times that I have to run to a certain business outside of Genoa or even pass through Genoa to go on the Interstate. When I am on my way to Genoa, I pass one such country cemetery.
One day when I was on my way back from Genoa, my husband happened to be with us and I remembered to pray.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as I belted out a mumbled Eternal Rest.
“I’m praying for the people in that cemetery we just passed.” I said with all Pharisaical Catholic pride.
He started laughing. “That’s not a cemetery,” he said.
“Yes it is. Don’t you see the gravestones? They’re all fenced off there.” Jesus really condemned those Pharisees. Several times.
“Those are not gravestones. When I was a kid, that was a blah-blah and So&So had his giant propane tanks propped up on those stones.”
Meanwhile I’ve been praying for the propane tank holders for years. I’m a Novus Ordo Jersey girl Catholic, trying to get this prairie-thing and this Trad-Catholic thing. I’m bound to have a few slip-ups. Now I’m sure in all the course of humanity, someone had to die or be buried there, right? May their soul rest in peace.
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