I like them as a base for soup. I cook down leaks, carrots, celery, sweet pepper, a potato, and fresh thyme in a butter base or bacon grease. I add chicken broth and shrimp and crab meat then puree. I add some sour cream, and finish. Pretty crazy soup, and easy to make.
Cut the tips and most of the green stem off, spray them with a little oil and salt and pepper, then roast them at 500 degrees until soft. Great eating.
Shaman or someone mentioned they had this for a ring tone. Had to look it up and now the silly little tune pops into my head whenever leeks come up. Just passing it on.
Actually it's a spoof on a traditional Finnish song. Wiki
The key elements in human thinking are not numbers but labels of fuzzy sets. -- L. Zadeh
I cut off the bottom and most of the top. Split down the middle and rinse out dirt and sand. Cut into about 1/4"sections. Cook with some chopped garlic in olive oil until tender. Fill pot with a mix of chicken broth and water. Add potatoes (small dice). Bring to a boil and cook until potatoes are soft. Take out some of the potatoes and mash them up, then return them to the pot to thicken things up. Add some smallish chunks of good (coarse) ring bologna to heat. At the end, pour in some 1/2 and 1/2 and sprinkle on some small bits of chive.
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Yes, I've heard leeks pick up sand/dirt as they grow. Or are they hilled as they grow? Never had leeks, sound awesome. Anything onion or garlic, think it's genetic.
The key elements in human thinking are not numbers but labels of fuzzy sets. -- L. Zadeh
“Your Majesty says very true. If your Majesties is remembered of it, the Welshmen did good service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps, which, your Majesty know, to this hour is an honorable badge of the service. And I do believe your Majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy’s day.”
Henry V ; Act IV scene VII.
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"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
