Ingredients
1 (12-ounce) can SPAM Classic, chopped
1 (12-ounce) can sliced water chestnuts, finely chopped
4 green onions, finely chopped
¾ teaspoon five spice powder
½ teaspoon ginger
1½ tablespoon soy sauce
1½ teaspoon sugar
1½ teaspoon sesame oil
2 cloves garlic, pressed
1 package wonton wrappers
Cooking Directions
Combine all filling ingredients in a large bowl and mash with potato masher. Place a tablespoon-size amount in center of wonton. Pull edges of wonton up and pinch together. Fry in hot cooking oil in a large pan. Place dumplings in hot oil and cook for approximately 3 to 4 minutes or until golden brown. Remove and place on paper towels to drain. Serve with favorite sauces. Yields 12 medium sized bites.
serve as appitizers for New Years!
[spoiler]"...the loveliness of the Land has only grown more precious to me as my senses have been
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
I found something that my husband would like: SPAM and Reuben Round
Ingredients
6 slices rye bread, divided, crusts trimmed
2 cups sauerkraut, drained
¼ teaspoon garlic powder
¼ teaspoon onion powder
1 cup sour cream
1 (12-ounce) can SPAM® Lite, crumbled
¼ cup minced onion
1 cup Swiss, mozzarella and cheddar cheeses, mixed
1 stick butter, melted
Cooking Directions
Toast 3 slices bread and place in bottom of baking dish. Layer ingredients in order from sauerkraut through cheese. Cube 3 slices of bread, spread on top of cheese and pour melted butter over top. Bake at 350°F for 25 to 30 minutes.
For New Year's Lunch?
[spoiler]"...the loveliness of the Land has only grown more precious to me as my senses have been
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
Favorite Books
american psycho woman warrior: memoir of a childhood among ghosts all steven erikson all diana gabaldon the gods themselves childhood's end farenheit 451 Lord of the Rings The Haunting of Hill House The Stand Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption The Liars Club Viper Rum all Wallace Stevens all Anne Sexton Emmanuel Bove William Gibson Ursula K Leguin David Goodis Ian Rankin
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk,
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains
That have dried upon some line,
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry that keeps your ever
Gentle on my mind.
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their colums now that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin'.
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along
Some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory and for hours
You're just gentle on my mind.
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and junkyards and the highways
Come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone.
I still run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face and summer sun might
Burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads by the rivers flowing
Gentle on my mind.
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin' cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face.
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads by the rivers of my memory ever smilin'
Ever gentle on my mind.