You’ll Go To Another Party Some Day

And then you’ll need a party recipe. So hold onto this one for that inevitable day.

I am quite fond of pinwheel snackies, but they usually begin, “Soften cream cheese.” That wasn’t a problem until I read Jonathan Safran Foer’s book EATING ANIMALS. Now, using commercially produced dairy makes me squeamish. I eat it out, but don’t use it at home. At home, I’m very particular about the dairy I buy, and we don’t have a lot of choice unless I drive to another, larger town. And our #2 daughter is strictly vegan. So what could I use to hold pinwheel ingredients together, if I couldn’t use cream cheese?

Duh! MASHED POTATOES! The answer struck me with the force of a spud to the head. Here is the general result. Alter quantities to suit yourself.


  • can of crescent rolls
  • potatoes, peeled, cooked and mashed (some lumps are good)
  • raw veg, finely chopped
  • seasonings to taste (herbs, spices, peppers)

Unroll the crescent rolls into one sheet. Mix all other ingredients together OR spread still-warm mashed potatoes all over the crescent roll sheet and sprinkle the remaining ingredients evenly over it. Roll up, long side ways, so you have a long thin roll not a short HUGE roll. Cut into rounds. Bake according to crescent roll package directions. NOTE: You may need to cook longer than the directions say because of the filling. IMPORTANT: Serve hot. If they cool down, heat them up in the oven so the bread part is crisp.

I was very happy with the way these turned out. 🙂 They look more festive in person.

WRITING PROMPT: How does your character feel when an important festival or event is over? Relieved? Let down? Energized? Write a scene with each, or a scene with three characters who feel differently.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “You’ll Go To Another Party Some Day

  1. Nancy Williams

    January 5, 2011 at 4:06pm

    I’m thinking first aid for the spud headache you must have. LOL

    Erica looked around the room at all the mess, the smell of sulfur from fireworks lingered, the party hats and noise makers strewn all over the floor. Empty campaign bottles half spilled out on the floor or blew up and left a residue on her ceiling. She loved New Years Eve, but hated the morning after.
    N. R. Williams, fantasy author

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      Marian Allen

      January 5, 2011 at 6:19pm

      That’s the kind of headache I get after drinking champagne–like I’ve been hit in the head with a flying spud. lol! I always enjoy your responses to the prompts. 🙂

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  2. bitethebedbugs

    January 5, 2011 at 6:33pm

    This looks like a white people samosa. And I love samosas and maybe I could make these. And people would eat them! This is my dream, the people in my house like and eat my food. It has eluded me thus far. Maybe I’ll try these with cumin to see if it gives that samosa flavor.

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      Marian Allen

      January 5, 2011 at 6:40pm

      SAMOSAS! That’s EXACTLY what they reminded me of! Thanks. 🙂 I love samosas, too, no matter what ethnicity they happen to be. 😉

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