Bon Appetite - A Weekend Treat: TURKEY A LA KING

        

TURKEY A LA KING

16 oz. of turkey (cut into bite-size pieces)

4 TBSP butter

2 green peppers cut fine

1 lb. mushrooms, sliced or

    2 (6-oz) cans sliced mushrooms

¼ cup diced black olives or cooked peas or carrots

¼ cup dry sherry

½ tsp. salt

¼ tsp. white pepper

WHITE SAUCE:

6 TBSP butter

6 TBSP flour

½ tsp. sale

1/4 tsp. pepper

2 cups milk

(Melt butter in saucepan. Stir in flour and seasoning smoothly. Add milk slowly. Cook and stir continually over moderate heat until boiling and cooked to desired thickness. Remove from heat. Used as described in recipe.)

Cut turkey into bite-size pieces. Heat butter in saucepan and add peppers and mushrooms and saute′ 10 minutes. Add turkey, white sauce, and olives or peas. Mix and heat to boiling point. Serve on toast, split English muffins, biscuits, or corn bread. Makes 6 servings.

The Road to Success

All the roads to success are uphill, but it's not a successful climb unless you enjoy the journey!

 SUCCESS

S - Set your goals
U - Understand the Challenges
C - Collect Your Thoughts
C - Create a Positive Picture
E - Embrace the Procedures
S - Stay on Target
S - Show Everyone You Can Do It

OCTOBER by Robert Frost

American poet Robert Frost (1874-1963) is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. Best known for his poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," Frost was awarded four Pulitizer Prizes for his poetry.


OCTOBER
Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915) 

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.