It has been a glorious Easter here in the Bosom of Abraham. It gets a little lonely, so I do try to dublicate the traditions I celebrated while in my mortal state -- even some of the more harmless heathen ones -- and I couldn't resist doing a small easter egg hunt this morning. The only problem is that I colored and hid 24 eggs but I was only able to find 21. I hope the other three don't make these new living arrangements too uncomfortable over the next few weeks and months. I'll keep looking.
But I did find something interesting as I was observing my peepingstones before bed tonight. A rather irreverent Swearing Elder back on earth asked the following question:
"Do you think that Mary Magdelene served funeral potatoes at Jesus's funeral?"
It's a terrible question, for many reasons. First, because as we all know, Jesus did not have a funeral. He was entombed quickly, resurrected even quickerer, and when the women came to mourne, he was gone. Second, Mary Magdelene probably wasn't a very good cook -- I mean, just think about the way he first met her. Women like that don't usually make very good cooks I wouldn't think, which is why they have to try and attract men with other less flattering allurements. And lastly, it's just a thoughtless question because I doubt very much that she would have had access to kosher mayonnaise.
But nevertheless, I have an advantage with my peepingstones that the truth of all things are just within my reach, so I asked the question, and I shook the stones, and I looked inside the glass for my answer. It said, "My sources say no."
Just kidding. My peeping stones are not a child's magic eight ball toy. I just wanted to prove to you all that even translated righteous beings maintain a certain degree of humor.
The peepingstone actually showed me that funeral potatoes were actually first served to Joseph of Arimathea by early Irish Christians when he visited the British Isles with the Holy Grail. Of course they did not know that their veins were surging with the blood of Ephraim until about 1820 years later when that fact was revealed to the Prophet Joseph Smith. At that time, not only was the truth about their lost sacred lineage restored to the world, but so was the recipe for funeral potatoes. And here it is in its unadulterated purity:
Ingredients (just as the ancient Ephraimite Irish used to make it): 32 oz bag of frozen shredded hash browns
2 (10 3/4 oz) cans cream of chicken soup
2 cups sour cream shopping list
1 1/2 cup grated sharp cheddar cheese
1/2 cup melted butter or margarine
1/2 c. chopped onion
2 cups finely crushed corn flakes
2 Tbs butter or margarine melted
How to make it:
Grease 9x13 baking dish and preheat oven to 350
In large bowl combine soups, sour cream, cheese, onions, and the 1/2 cup of melted butter.
Gently fold hash browns into mixture.
Pour mixture into pan.
Combine crushed corn flakes and the 2 Tbs. of melted butter and sprinkle on top of potato mixture.
Bake for 30 minutes.
So Mr. Ex-brother Swearing Elder -- don't knock it -- for this recipe is truth, and all truthful recipes cometh of good, for spuds shall not be mocked.
