Cheese Grits

I’m posting this side dish recipe for Jane, who doesn’t have a blog, but wants to participate in the Side Dish Recipe Round Up. (I’m always happy to post recipes for nonbloggers.)

Jane says this is also a

great breakfast potluck dish or it’s fantastic with ham. Don’t discount it because of its main ingredent, it really is scrumptious.

Cheese Grits

1 Cup Grits (not instant)
Dash (or two :) of Garlic
1/2 stick margarine
4 Cups boiling water
2 Cups cut up velveeta cheese
4 beaten eggs
1 tsp. worchestershire sauce

Stir grits into boiling water and cook 3-5 minutes. Add all other ingredients.
Bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes (depends on depth of pan)

Scored Potatoes

[Psst…don’t forget tomorrow’s Recipe Round Up. See details at the bottom of this post.] 

 

 

 

• 4 large baking potatoes
• 2 tablespoons butter, melted
• 1/8 teaspoon paprika
• 1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley
• Salt and pepper to taste

1. Take a sharp knife and cut the potatoes in half lengthwise. Slice each half widthwise part of the way through six times. Fan the slices a little.

   Place scored potatoes in a shallow baking pan. Brush them with 1 tablespoon melted butter. Sprinkle them with paprika, parsley, salt and pepper.
   

   Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 50 minutes or until tender. When tender, drizzle with remaining butter and serve. 

Makes four servings. This is yet another recipe from Taste of Home magazine.

I served these Sunday night with oven fried chicken drumsticks. It’s a convenient combination because both dishes bake for about the same amount of time.

This recipe is posted in preparation for tomorrow’s Recipe Round Up: The Side Dish Edition at The Accidental Pastor’s Wife. Why don’t you post your favorite side dish recipe and give the link to Julie in the comments of the post linked above?

I’ve posted the recipe to another of my favorite potato side dishes, Baked Mashed Potatoes, here.

Poetry of the Cross: Jesus of the Scars

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow;
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace.

If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are; have no fear;
Show us Thy Scars; we know the countersign.

The other gods were strong, but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.

—-Rev. Edward Shillito

Congregationalist minister Edward Shillito wrote this poem from the viewpoint of the maimed and suffering British soldiers returning from WWI.

More Poetry of the Cross

• Brandon at Siris: One of my favorite cross poems from one of my favorite poets.
  

You are welcome to join me in my celebration of Poetry of the Cross if you wish. Just post a cross-centered poem any day of this week (or every day of this week) and send me the link to your poem. I’ll link back to your poem in the next Poetry of the Cross post.