Fallin’, American Falls is free fallin’

Seneca Casino (left) and Comfort Inn The Pointe (right)

Comfort Inn The Pointe in Niagara Falls, N.Y., advertises that it’s “ideally located at the entrance of Niagara Falls State Park.” This is no exaggeration. In the image above, I am standing in the gate to Niagara Reservation, the state park in which Niagara Falls lies. I arose early enough that the streetlights were still lit.

From the gate, it’s a short walk to the Falls.

Niagara River rapids

First you see the turbulent Niagara River. Its rapids are probably Class IV: Very difficult. “Demands expert boatman and excellent boat and good quality equipment.” In reality, they may as well be Class VI: Unrunnable; i.e., “You will die here.” Anyone trying to run those rapids will almost certainly go over the Falls. The Falls are most definitely unrunnable. Daredevils or would-be suicides face a $10,000 fine, plus rescue costs.

Seven-year-old Roger Woodward was swept over the Falls when his neighbor’s boat capsized and lived, but his miraculous escape is not an example to be followed.

footbridge to Goat Island

This footbridge crosses to Little Green Island, then to Goat Island. For some reason I cannot understand, I didn’t cross that bridge when I came to it. I stood on it, but didn’t cross to the other side. As a consequence, I missed out on Bridal Veil Falls and the view of Horseshoe Falls from the American side.

Disgusting, but life goes on. I guess that gives me something to look forward to should I ever visit Niagara Falls again.

in front of the Falls

Soon the skyline across the river comes into view. And, yes, Virginia, I did visit Niagara Falls!

The river disappears

Of course, I knew perfectly well that the Niagara River would vanish, but the actual sight was disconcerting. I thought of Enoch in the Bible:

And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him. (Genesis 5:24, King James Version)

This river WAS NOT.

Niagara Falls

Then, finally, the main attraction: The awesome spectacle of one of God’s wondrous works. Because of the early hour, no one was present when I first began shooting. I had that glorious sight all to myself and I reveled in the solitude amid the roar of Niagara.

Solitude didn’t last long.

tourists at American Falls railing

No one was using these viewing machines, but cameras and video cameras were everywhere.

tourist taking pictures with camera phone

I cannot imagine using only a camera phone for such glorious scenery. If that’s all you’ve got, I guess you have to live with it, but I’d croak if that’s all I had.

Dad at the railing

Dad (third from left) joined me after awhile. I was amazed how many tourists had appeared. What must this scene be like in the summer?

Maid of the Mist boats in drydock

Fewer attractions are open in the winter. The Maid of the Mist boats are unable to navigate the river because they are iced in. Yet still the Falls draw people.

American Falls and Niagara Falls, Ontario

Dad was getting anxious to leave. Boston was still many miles away. So I very reluctantly said good-bye to Niagara. We ate an excellent breakfast at the hotel and were on the road again.

I shot some video of Niagara River and Niagara Falls:

Here’s my slide show of Niagara Falls, New York:

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Canadian ice and lights

Table Rock Ice Castle

Behind Horseshoe Falls are other beautiful photographic opportunities. Table Rock Complex, located across Niagara River Parkway from Horseshoe Falls in Queen Victoria Park is continually sprayed with mist. It looked like something out of a fantasy — an ice castle.

frozen handrail

Anyone who would brave this slanted skating rink is crazy. It was a solid sheet of ice, stairs, handrail, posts and all.

Don't tread on me

The sign states the obvious: “Walkway is not maintained during the winter season.” If I’d been carrying a measuring tape, I would have loved to know how thick this ice was — both on the walk and the tree. The reflection of the lights above was beautiful and acted as a DANGER! sign.

Minolta Tower and Marriott Hotel

Fallsview Boulevard above Queen Victoria Falls is full of hotels and towers and Casino Niagara, all beautifully lit. Konica Minolta Tower started as the Seagram Tower, but has changed names six times. Supposedly Seagram built it to resemble one of their whiskey bottles.

Tower stands 525 feet above the falls and is said to offer spectacular views. The night was late, so we passed on a visit to the tower. Maybe someday…

After I’d shot about as much as my freezing fingers could stand, we turned toward the Rainbow Bridge and New York.

Crossing into Canada had been easy. The customs officer had only asked us whether we had firearms, which we didn’t.

Returning to the United States: Not so easy.

The Niagara Falls bridges together are the second-busiest crossings between the US and Canada. Thankfully, winter traffic is much less than during the rest of the year.

Homeland Security now requires a passport for travel between the US and countries in North America and the Caribbean.

Dad has a passport.

I don’t.

The prices for expedited passport services were outrageous, far more than I could afford. (Too bad I didn’t know a person can do that herself with the State Department — without extra fees.)

After much online research, I discovered that Niagara Falls seemed to have a loophole. A birth certificate and driver’s license would get me back into the USA. I obtained my birth certificate, then held my breath as we approached the Border Patrol station.

We received quite a grilling: Where were we from? How were we related? Why were we traveling? How long had we been in Canada? Yada, yada, yada.

The Border Patrol officer did not seem to be convinced by any of our answers.

Then he asked, “Were there any really cool things you saw on your way here?”

I went blank for a horrible moment.

Then inspiration came.

“There was this really cool rest area in Iowa…”

Suddenly the officer smiled and started giving us travel tips. Then he let us through. Whew!

Here’s my slide show from Niagara Falls, Canada:

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Freezing at Niagara Falls, Canada

Speed limit 25 mph

You know you are in Canada when you have to read the interior numbers on the speedometer. 40 kph seems like crawling, especially when 40 on our signs means 40 mph. 40 kph is just under 25 mph.

During the height of summer, I doubt that cars even reach that speed limit. When we were there, hardly anyone else was on the road. Parking lots were empty. What a deal!

Dad next to an ice-encrusted monument

Niagara Falls does a wonderful job of keeping the roads and walks clear. They spread ice melt frequently and every bit of it is necessary. At the time I snapped this picture, we could hardly stand upright. I felt as if I were learning to walk again. We had to cruise from one handhold to another instead of walking unaided.

I wish I knew what this monument commemorated. I thought I’d be able to discern that from the photo, but I can’t read it. Usually, I can find anything on Google, but this answer eludes me. If anyone can tell me, I’d appreciate it.

Just after I snapped the above picture, someone drove by and spread ice melt.

The walk shortly became passable and we were free to enjoy.

our first view of Horseshoe Falls

This is the first view we had of the Falls. It was more beautiful than I had remembered. I had visited in November 1985, but those memories had faded.

Niagara Parks trains spotlights on the Falls at night. Every so often, they change colors.

purple falls

Here the Falls are in purple.

green spotlight

They changed the lights to green. Skywheel is toward the left of picture. Rainbow Bridge that connects Niagara Falls, N.Y., to Niagara Falls, Ontario, is toward the right.

Niagara Falls in green spotlight

Here are the Falls with that green spotlight.

And now in white.

I like the simplicity of the white best, but the colors are fun too.

Niagara Falls with rainbow section

The mist covers everything and light shining on it produces wonderful prismatic effects like this one. I wasn’t lucky enough to see a full rainbow.

I feel blessed to have gotten these pictures. I have rarely — if ever — shot in such adverse conditions. Dad was carrying my tripod and we got separated somehow. I had to shoot all these low-light pictures with my elbows on the fence. Amazingly, that steadied my hands enough for clear pictures. Because of the constant rain of mist, I wrapped my camera in gallon storage bags held on by rubber bands. Only the lens was exposed. I wore my down parka, Gore-Tex Thinsulate pants and hiking boots with several layers underneath. That was comfortable. My fingers were anything but. I was wearing Thinsulate convertible gloves, but I had to expose my fingers to shoot.

Brrrrr! This was worse than night football in the rain, but, oh, was it FUN! I’d do it again tomorrow. Can we go? Can we? Huh? Huh?

Here’s my slide show from Niagara Falls, Canada:

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Clifton Hill, Niagara Falls, Canada

Yogi Berra was famous for his redundant statements, including “This is deja vu all over again.”

I could sympathize with Berra when we arrived at Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. Once we got through Canadian customs, I felt as if I’d gone back to Branson, Mo. The same tourist trap chains that populated Branson populated Clifton Hill, Niagara Falls’ entertainment district.

Dinosaur Rampage

I laughed out loud at the Dinosaur Rampage Theater. The toothy predator’s head was too funny, especially with the cheesy growling noises emanating from the theater.

passer-by poses for a picture

I’ve never been to Las Vegas, but I imagine this was a pale imitation of the Nevada city. I considered it preparation for the greatest light show of all, the one in Times Square. I set up tripod in an out-of-the-way corner and shot some pictures. Dad stood by to ensure no one came up behind me and knocked over my camera. A group came by, saw what I was doing, and one struck up a pose. He didn’t think I’d actually shoot, but I caught him. Too bad I don’t know who he is.

Note all the attractions behind him.

Skywheel and Rock N Bowl

The Skywheel was interesting.

Dad in front of Skywheel entrance

Skywheel spans 175 feet, high enough for a wonderful view of the Falls.

Skywheel gondolas

The gondolas are enclosed and completely climate-controlled, which was a good thing. Temperatures at that time were in the 20s. Gondolas seat up to six. The car’s motion prevented me from shooting pictures of the beautiful view. I cannot understand now why I didn’t video instead. Perhaps the dirty windows put me off? If I ever return, I’ll definitely video the ride. Even so, the ride was definitely worth taking, if only to orient ourselves.

view from Clifton Hill

This is the view from the exit side of the Skywheel. Unfortunately, the Falls are not visible from this angle; the trees obscure them.

Some of the attractions are deja vu, but the main attraction at Niagara Falls, are — naturally — the Falls themselves. After riding the Skywheel, I could hardly wait for the main event.

If you have more time to spend at the Falls than we did, the advice at USATourist.com and BootsnAll.com are worth reading.

Here’s my slide show from Niagara Falls, Canada:

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Euclid Beach and the Cradle of Presidents

Combined Sewer Overflow sign

After many miles of driving on our trip’s second day, Dad and I needed a little time out of the car. We decided to look at Lake Erie while we were passing through Cleveland, Ohio. The day was fairly pleasant and the overcast sky made for lovely photography weather.

We took Lakeshore Drive and couldn’t find any sign pointing to Lake Erie, although we passed many “No Outlet” signs. Eventually, the light dawned. “No Outlet” meant the street ended at the lake.

We turned off Lakeshore Drive onto the next street marked with a “No Outlet” sign and, sure enough, it ended at the lake shore. When we got out, I burst into laughter. A big sign read “Caution: Combined Sewer Outlet”. Only in Cleveland.

Well, maybe not.

Apparently, the cities along Lake Erie have antiquated sewers that combine sewage with storm drainage. In storm seasons, that results in overflow, straight into Lake Erie.

This situation is reminiscent of the tagline from  Jaws 2 : “Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…”. But, of course, the water was frozen, so we weren’t going anywhere near it.

lawn, lake and Cleveland skyline

The best views of the lake were probably from this yard, but it had a large “No Trespassing” sign at the entrance. Instead, I shot from the end of the street before turning east along a sidewalk running more or less parallel to the lake.

sad-faced gargoyle

This gargoyle sitting on the yard’s gate post seems sad that he must keep me out. He reminds me of a “See no evil, think no evil, speak no evil, have no fun” figurine that I once had on my desk. He’s the “have no fun” gargoyle.

streetlights on walkway to Euclid Beach

We came to this lovely walkway down to the beach. A few other folks were walking also, but none approached the beach.

Dad in front of lifeguard stand at Euclid Beach

We were fascinated by the height of these drifts. Were they made over time or did one storm cause the heavy accumulation?

horizon at Lake Erie, Euclid Beach, Euclid, Ohio

The haze made it seem as if the lake continued forever, fading into the sky. I didn’t expect to see the Canadian shore about 50 miles away, but I haven’t seen a “shoreless” body of water since 2008.

The lake with an invisible shore could be a metaphor for how much longer we had to drive that day. Niagara Falls, where Lake Erie joins Lake Ontario, was our destination. “Oh, so far away from me!”

After we left the lake, we ate lunch in Mentor, Ohio, home of James A. Garfield, 20th President of the United States. A sign to his home was right outside the restaurant. I would have enjoyed visiting Garfield’s home, Lawnfield, but the Falls were calling.

Garfield was the fourth of eight Presidents who lived at some time in Ohio: William Henry Harrison, Ulysses Grant, Rutherford Hayes, Benjamin Harrison, Garfield, William McKinley, William Taft, and Warren Harding. Sadly, half of them died in office. W.H. Harrison died of pneumonia, Garfield and William McKinley were assassinated and Warren Harding apparently had a heart attack, dying instantaneously.

W.H. Harrison, who rode into office on the strength of his victory at Tippecanoe, has two dubious distinctions among American presidents: He gave the longest inaugural address in history and had the shortest administration. Weakened by exposure to a snowstorm during his two-hour, 8,445-word address, he contracted pneumonia and died April 4, 1841, less than a month into his term.

Virginia also claims eight Presidents, including four of the first five: George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and James Monroe. Virginia also lays claim to W.H. Harrison, who was born there; John Tyler, Harrison’s vice president; Zachary Taylor and Woodrow Wilson.

This is a slide show of Lake Erie:

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Henry A. Wallace: A complicated legacy

Henry Agard Wallace

Henry Agard Wallace was born in Adair County, Iowa, Oct. 7, 1888, and the Interstate 80 rest area in that county honors him. Wallace had a fascinating career. He was editor of the family magazine Wallace’s Farmer, which advocated scientific farming, soil conservation and best practices. He experimented with corn and wheat hybrids, founding what later became Pioneer Hi-Bred, a major seed company.

He later succeeded his father, Henry Cantwell Wallace, as Secretary of Agriculture. H.C. Wallace had been Secretary in the Coolidge Administration. The only other Iowan to reach higher political office than H.A. Wallace, Herbert Hoover, also served in the Coolidge Cabinet, as Secretary of Commerce. H.C. Wallace and Hoover feuded over corn and hog reimbursements. The elder Wallace eventually died of toxemic poisoning while worn out from fighting Hoover. The younger Wallace blamed Hoover for his father’s death. “I felt, almost, as if Hoover had killed my father.”

When Wallace became Secretary of Agriculture in Franklin Roosevelt’s administration, he reversed many of the Hoover Administration’s farm policies and began paying farmers to reduce production, hoping to drive up prices. His policies greatly shaped the Department of Agriculture’s future because he also advocated food stamps and school lunch programs. He pushed soil conservation in response to the Dust Bowl.

poles showing topsoil loss in Iowa since 1850

This achievement is graphically presented at the Adair rest area. The poles show the decline of soil depth beginning in 1850 until 2000. The Dust Bowl was a painful object lesson on the ineffectiveness of current tilling practices, which encouraged erosion instead of curbing it.

FDR tabbed Wallace to be his running mate in the 1940 election, ramming through his selection over the reluctance of party leaders. The 1940 convention was so upset by Wallace’s nomination that he felt it best to not make an acceptance speech. Wallace’s vice-presidency was the forerunner to the modern vice-presidency. He was “another set of eyes and ears” for FDR. He chaired the Board of Economic Warfare until pushed aside by politics and also traveled worldwide on FDR’s behest.

Unfortunately, Wallace was naive.

FDR sent him on a trip to the Soviet Union and China. While in the USSR, he was shown “Potemkin villages”, false replicas of labor camps that were working people to death until Joseph Stalin’s tyranny. Some believe Wallace was actually a Soviet asset, working against his own government.

While Wallace was globe-trotting on behalf of his President, Roosevelt was busy dumping him from the 1944 election ticket in favor of Sen. Harry Truman of Missouri. As a sop to Wallace’s pride, Roosevelt moved him to Secretary of Commerce, ironically Hoover’s old post.

Eighty-two days into his fourth term, Roosevelt died.

Truman fired Wallace as his Secretary of Commerce in 1946 over a disagreement about Truman’s policies toward the Soviet Union. Wallace then ran for President on the Progressive Party ticket in 1948, a curious four-way contest between Truman, Republican Thomas E. Dewey and Dixiecrat Strom Thurmond. Wallace whitewashed Soviet intentions, even attacking the Berlin Airlift that saved West Berlin from Soviet takeover.

The Korean War finally woke up Wallace to Communist intentions. He later wrote Why I Was Wrong in 1952, explaining that his former support of Stalin was based on limited information and that he now considered himself an anti-Communist. He supported Dwight Eisenhower in 1952 and 1956, then Richard Nixon in 1960.

Wallace retired to his experimental farm in New York, then died in Danbury, Conn., in 1965.

Price Otto von Bismarck is supposed to have said, “The Lord takes care of babes, fools, and the United States.” Never has that proved more true than when Harry Truman became President instead of Henry Wallace.

However, Wallace left a great legacy in agriculture, so great that the world’s largest agricultural research facility in Beltsville, Md., is named for him: The Henry A. Wallace
Beltsville Agricultural Research Center
. In a very real sense, Harry Truman saved the world and Henry Wallace feeds it.

For more on Henry Wallace read his biography: American Dreamer: A Life of Henry A. Wallace

My slide show of the Adair rest area:

To see pictures full screen or to purchase them, click on the “visit gallery” link here or in the slide show.

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Encased in ice

Recently, Dad and I drove to Massachusetts. He needed to have some medical tests run at the University of Massachusetts in Worcester. He asked whether I’d like to ride along. I accepted his invitation. I had intended to blog about the trip while we were on it, but I was too exhausted to write. By the time I got home, trip odometer read 4,396.5 miles.

Dad had to be at UMass 7 a.m. EST Monday and we wanted to visit Niagara Falls on our way. Because of that, our first day out was a brutal one, around 800 miles. The trip seemed never to end.

We hardly stopped. Other than endless miles, only one place stands out from that day, the eastbound rest area at Adair, Iowa.

I had been fretting overnight Thursday that perhaps we should have driven awhile that night.

Staying at Dad’s was the right decision.

When we got up Friday morning, the ice on the driveway was very treacherous. Dad had to sprinkle ice melt behind the van so we could load. Otherwise, we were unable to stand up.

We drove in freezing fog several hours, crawling down the Interstate. We took our time over breakfast in hopes that highway crews’ work would make travel safer. That long breakfast was a very good idea.

bushes covered in ice

Adair, Iowa, would normally be around 5 hours into a trip, but getting that far took longer than 5 hours. I was glad to get out of the car. We stepped into into a fairy-tale world. Everywhere that hadn’t been covered with ice melt was covered with ice. We could hear tree branches cracking underneath the weight. That noise was punctuated by ice chunks crashing to the ground.

ice peeling away from a branch

Ice peeling away from a branch

I stayed on the cleared walks because standing was impossible otherwise. I still had to dodge falling ice chunks and nearly was hit by one. I’m grateful that motion attracts attention.

Frozen US, Iowa and POW/MIA flags

The flags made noise, too, but not the noise usually associated with flags. Instead of a snapping sound, they emitted something akin to a thump. Most of the time, the wind was insufficient to move their weight, and they sagged from the flagpole.

IA Meet People News sign

The usual crop of newsstands stood on the sidewalk in front of the building, including this one. I found the scene hugely ironic. Does this scene encourage you to move to Iowa and meet people?

leaf in ice

I could not resist the beautiful scenes before me. Ice is deadly, yes, but it’s also gorgeous. The light was perfect, too, slightly overcast for even lighting. Fall raking missed this leaf. I love the contrast of brown on white, fall vs. winter. Winter’s winning.

Leaves on a bush encased in ice

Winter is winning here, too, but eventually spring will take hold. The ice will melt and these leftover fall leaves will be pushed off by new growth.

Icicles dangling from garbage can

Even the garbage can was beautiful with its necklace of icicles.

Praise God for ice melt, highway maintenance crews and the beauty of His creation — even when it’s dangerous.

Pictures from the eastbound Adair rest area:

To see pictures full screen or to purchase them, click on the “visit gallery” link here or in the slideshow.

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Rhea’s Pump Organs

Organ with lantern

In order to get a photo for my friends at GIA Publications, we went to Rhea’s Antique Pump Organs in Sharon Springs, Kan.

Dick Rhea restores organs and has preserved some of them in his museum. Before electricity came into people’s homes, the family organ was the sole entertainment machine. Many of them, including the one above, had either pedestals for lanterns or had them built in. That way, the family could gather around the organ and sing after the chores were done and the sun had set.

(When power finally came, the chore my grandmother was happiest to leave behind was the constant cleaning of lantern chimneys and trimming of their wicks.)

music above the keyboard

This building is full — and I mean full — of pump organs. You can see how close these pump organs are together in this picture. The main room and several smaller ones off that room are all full of organs.

detail of a pie organ

Dick does not collect or restore pianos. This pie organ is as close to a piano as he gets. The pie organ was meant to be quite a bit like a piano, probably in order to capture people who might want to play the organ as well.

crank organ

He also has a couple of these crank organs. A crank organ operates rather like a player piano. To hear music, put a roll (called a cob) in the part that looks rather like an apple corer and turn the crank. Instead of the punched paper that a player piano uses, the cobs have little pins that open and close the valves. For a better explanation, go here.

Furniture just isn’t made like this any more.

sunburst detail on pump organ

These details are gorgeous.

knee controls

This quality of wood is hard to find also.

These organists are definitely more coordinated than I am. A keyboard, foot pedals and knee levers would be more than I could handle. The knees controlled the organ’s volume.

"full organ" pedal

If this pedal had an “of” between the “Full” and “Organ”, it would be a perfect description of Rhea’s Antique Pump Organs. This is not one of those “don’t breathe on me” museums. Organists who visit are invited to play them.

Museum is located on 117 N. Main Street, Sharon Springs, KS 67758. Hours are from 1-4:30 Sunday afternoons or by appointment. To reach Sharon Springs, go 30 miles south from Goodland at I-70’s Exit 17 on Highway 27. K-27 is Main Street in Sharon Springs.

Here are all my pictures from Rhea’s:

Please buy one if you like them.

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Life is like a bowl of cherries

cherry nut dessert

This is one of my favorite desserts but I haven’t made it in years. Hubby’s parents gave us some cherries they had frozen and we forgot to put them away when we got home. By the time we recognized our omission, they were thawed. When I was asked to make a dessert for a funeral dinner, I decided to make this one in order to use those cherries. Recipe comes from Kitchen-Klatter Cookbook, which sadly is now out of print. It is a wonderful cookbook. If you ever happen upon one, buy it.

Abigail’s Cherry Nut Dessert

Crust:
1 C. flour
5 T. powdered sugar
1/2 C. butter (DO NOT substitute)

Mix well together and pat down in well-greased 9×13-inch pan. Bake 15 mins. in 350-degree oven. This dough won’t look like enough to cover the pan, but it does. Keep thinning and spreading it until it covers the entire bottom of pan.

Filling:
2 eggs
3/4 C. Splenda
3/4 C. sugar
1/4 t. salt
1/4 C. flour
3/4 t. baking powder
1 t. vanilla flavoring
1/2 t. cherry flavoring
1 1-lb. can pie (sour) cherries, well-drained (reserve juice)
1/2 C. nuts, finely chopped
1/2 C. coconut

Beat eggs well, then add remaining ingredients. Mix all together, pour over baked crust and bake 30 mins. in a 350-degree oven.

Sauce:
1/4 C. sugar
1/4 C. Splenda
1 1/2 C. cherry juice (add water if necessary)
1/4 C. lemon juice
1 t. almond flavoring
1/4 t. cherry flavoring

Blend sugar and cornstarch, then add liquids. Cook over medium heat until thick and clear. Pour slowly over filling, covering the entire surface. Top with whipped cream if desired.

I tried making it with margarine and it didn’t taste quite as good. That wasn’t as bad as the time I tried butter-flavored Crisco instead of the butter. Usually, this dessert gets devoured. Not that time. I never did that again.

Since I’ve made this for a funeral dinner, we won’t get to eat it. Not to worry: I’ll make it for Wednesday night’s potluck. If you’re coming to that, then you have this to look forward to.

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Creamy Potato Soup

Creamy Potato Soup in crock pot

Hubby announced yesterday that he’d signed us up to bring soup to our church’s soup supper tonight. I wasn’t too pleased with the notice I got, but I made a batch anyway. He suggested potato soup. I knew we had tried good potato soup recipes from Better Homes and Gardens Soups & Stews Cookbook, a book my mother had given me when I was in high school. I chose this recipe.

Creamy Potato Soup

Ingredients:

4 slices bacon, cut up
3 T. bacon drippings
3 medium russet potatoes, peeled and chopped (approx. 3 C.)
1 large onion or leek, chopped (approx. 1 C.)
1 medium carrot, chopped (approx. 1/2 C.)
1 stalk celery, chopped (approx. 1/2 C.)
4 C. milk
2 t. Tony Chachere’s The Original Creole Seasoning
1 C. dairy sour cream
2 T. all-purpose flour
2 t. paprika

Method:
Microwave bacon pieces in bowl until crisp. Drain bacon and place 3 T. drippings in pan. Set bacon aside. Add chopped potatoes, onion, carrot and celery to drippings. Cover and cook over low heat about 20 minutes or until potatoes are tender, stirring occasionally. Stir in the milk, Tony’s and pepper; bring mixture to boiling.

Stir together sour cream, flour and paprika; gradually stir 1 C. of the hot mixture into sour cream mixture. Return to remaining hot mixture in saucepan. Cook and stir just until mixture bubbles. Top with the bacon pieces. Serve immediately. Makes 6-8 servings.

It must be a good recipe because I had to scrape the crock pot to get anything to send to work with Hubby tonight.

Enjoy!

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