The puppies have a wild hair up their asses…..
But more about that later.
First, the food.
You know how certain foods are just meant for each other?
Red beans and rice, burgers and fries, fish and chips, turkey and dressing to name a few.
For me it’s baked ham and sweet potatoes.
Other ham, fried ham or grilled ham, can have other potatoes but baked ham needs sweet potatoes.
Let me show you my Christmas Ham – it was gorgeous! Since they are so very, very hard to find here we were exceptionally pleased with ourselves:
Back to the sweet potatoes.
Those of you who like sweet potatoes will probably agree with me when I say they are usually big – too big for one person (I should say one mindful person as I usually eat it all). .
For some reason, I can’t seem to control myself and always, always, always buy two.
Then I have to bake/fry/oven fry them both because they don’t keep well.
Leftover fries or chips are easy – we nibble, hot or cold, the next day.
After Christmas dinner we had one, complete, large baked sweet potato left over.
I could think of only one thing….
Sweet Potato Patties
Total time: 20 minutes
- 1 leftover baked sweet potato, peeled and mashed, about 1 1/2 cups
- 1 egg
- 2 tbs breadcrumbs
- 1/2 tsp paprika
- 1 tsp dried parsley
- 1 tbs olive oil or butter
- sprinkle of sea salt to finish
- Lightly whisk egg in a medium bowl.
- Add crumbs, sweet potato, paprika and parsley, mix well.
- Allow to rest 5 – 10 minutes. Sweet potatoes are a lot moister than regular potatoes and the crumbs will absorb a bit of the moisture if allowed to rest. They’ll stay together better….
- Heat oil in large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.
- Dividing potato mixture into fourths, spoon into hot skillet and shape into patties with the back of the spoon. The patties should be about an inch thick (2.5 cm).
- Sauté 10 minutes on each side, turning once. They should be nicely browned.
- Be careful turning them so they don’t break apart – if they do, just pat them back together.
- Sprinkle with salt and serve.
I Googled the phrase ‘Wild hair up his ass’ and got ‘about 11,800,000 results’.
I couldn’t find anything on the etymology, though.
And strangely, there was a bit of discussion as to whether it was a ‘hair’ or a ‘hare’.
Either works for the puppies as it was a hare, or rabbit, that started it all.
I keep them on their leashes for the morning and evening walks, when the bunnies are at their busiest, but for the noon walk they are allowed to be free.
I have a pocket full of dog kibble that I periodically throw out for them and that seems to keep their attention on me…. The idea being that at some point in their life I’ll be able to walk with them without bribing them.
On Sunday they spotted a bunny on the edge of the field – very rare for midday.
I don’t think an entire ham could have kept their attention as the bunny took off. My measly offering of dry dog food certainly had no effect.
They raced around like fool dogs; I yelled like a fool human, and, eventually, we all made it back to the house.
I vowed to be more alert to hiding bunnies the next day.
Which I was.
I just wasn’t alert enough for the pheasant that flew up inches in front of my, and the puppies, noses.
I’m pretty sure that an entire ham, plus the leashes attached, would not have kept the puppies back.
They were off like a shot, across the roughly plowed field, through mud up to their bellies, looking for the pheasant.
They’re not very good with the concept of ‘up’…. Which was where the pheasant was: up in the air.
Eventually, I and two filthy puppies, made it back to the house.
Yesterday, was when the ‘wild hair up their asses’ was in full force.
There was no reason, they just took off.
I opened the gate and, instead of walking with me, as they always do, they just looked at each other, put their heads down and took off, side by side, across the field, as fast as they could run, straight as arrows.
When they do that, nothing will stop them short of a brick wall…..
Or, as it turns out, thick mud.
They got halfway across the field, did a wide turn and came racing back
They both plopped in front of me looking very proud and waited for their treats.
I love brown legs on white puppies.
They may be losing their off-leash privileges for a few days.