Yesterday, I mentioned that I was making chili because I was expecting a house full of company. There were some requests for the recipe, so here it is.
I cook up 4 cups of pinto beans, with no seasonings.
When the beans are tender and the broth still pretty thin, turn them off.
Fry 1 lb. hamburger meat and 1 cup chopped onion until meat is done and onions translucent.
Add to the beans along with a 28 oz. can of Rotel diced tomatoes with green chilis for mild chili or Rotel tomatoes with jalapenos for more kick, salt and chili powder to taste.
Add a cup of chunky salsa (optional).
Let that simmer slow until it is as thick as you like your chili.
If chili is too spicy for your taste topping with cheese helps to tone down the ‘bite’.
This made about a gallon of chili. Everyone except Hubby thought it was great, he thought it needed more chili powder. What does he know?
I was thinking a while ago. Long ago, some brave souls got on a ship from England. They had no idea where they were going to end up or how things might turn out.
They landed on the stony shores of what is now Massachusetts, starting Plimouth Colony. Unprepared and lacking knowledge of the country, many lives were lost.
Had it not been for the Native Americans, teaching these immigrants and working beside them it is sure the colony would have died out within a short span of time.
I can imagine that first thanksgiving celebration. Turnips, stewed pumpkin, corn, beans, berries, maybe some apples and some wild game. Probably cooked over an open fire.
Shared in a true spirit of gratitude, to the Lord for his grace and provision and to those who helped bring them through.
This past weekend members of our family were gathered to share in that spirit, good food, happiness and temembering the blessings we have.
May your Thanksgiving be blessed.
Hubby and I were out today and stopped at a small family cafe for a meal.
On the menu, open face roast beef sandwich. I of course ordered one.
Back far in the past, I went to visit an aunt and my great grandmother.
I was taken out to a small eatery and this was the food chosen for my meal. It brings back special memories of my first ‘grown up outing’.
Standing with my parents, siblings and other relatives on a cold windy November day.
Surrounded by white markers in the “Soldiers Circle”, my grandmother stood at the stone for my uncle. A bombardier, shot down in the European theater during World War II.
Prayers, then an official intones the names of those fallen men from foriegn battles. At many stones a family member answers “Here, Sir” as the roll call goes on.
Then later in the day, a parade, honoring the living as well as the lost.
A day of solemn tribute.
More wars have been fought since then and this day has lost much of the significance it once held.
Go out, find someone in uniform or wearing a ball cap showing they are a veteran, walk up and say “Thank you”. Without them, your life would be very different.
I took this picture of my granddaughter helping in the kitchen.
When I looked at it, I was transported back about 60 years. There I was, standing on a chair in my parents kitchen, following directions from great-grandmother, grand-mother or my own mother. “Cooking”!
Then as my mind moved along the path of years, I could see my children and many nieces, nephews, family friends in my kitchen. All of them doing the same thing.
I don’t think anyone ever went on to become chefs, but we all came away with a basic set of skills and the concept that a kitchen is a great place to share thoughts, give comfort, and learn the blessing of ‘family’.
Dragon’s Kiss, A by Mark Miller
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Kelan and Brietta meet as pre-teens and form a bond of friendship. Torn away from each other by circumstance or fate, they meet again some years later. Kelan has discovered his ability as a magician, Brietta is now a dragon hunter.
As they travel together, new thoughts, emotions and capabilities spring up between them.
Working with each other, will they be able to defeat the dragons who are destroying their land?
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If you are looking for a well paced, character driven novel, Lynn Austin’s Return to Me has just what you want!
This book is not like reading, it is seeing a movie in your mind of the Jews return from Babylon and early efforts to start rebuilding the temple.
Austin brings her characters and their complexity to life, Iddo and Zechariah, faith filled men on a mission, Lael, the young and confused girl, Dinah the unhappy matriarch work through everyday trials and confusions as God works in their lives.
Totally fascinating and highly recommended!
It’s not your ‘everyday’ romance! Mary Connealy takes a story line and moves it along like the avalanche that begins this tale of suspicion, intrigue and mystery in post Civil-War Texas.
Following Dr. Dare Riker and the young widow, Glynna Greer through the maze of questions and surprising answers in a search for truth with a spice of romance thrown in.
Can the would be assassin really be Glynna’s son?
I give this book 4.5 stars and would recommend it to my lady friends and those gents I know who enjoy a good western tale as well.
I received this book free to read and give an honest opinion.
Recently, several of our chickens have gone missing.
We are now down to four hens and one young chicken.
They are free range critters and only go into the coop at night or to lay eggs in the nest boxes. Not long ago, Hubby found a large black snake in the coop. It is no longer there.
Over the last couple of weeks, the outside dogs have been raising a ruckus at night, and a few times I have heard snarling noises around the place.
Yesterday, after the loss of two more of the young chickens we were out checking the game camera and there for us to see was a bobcat. May or may not be the decimater of chickens, but the evidence surly points that way.
In a court of law, I am pretty sure said bobcat would be convicted on circumstantial evidence.
We’ve had the live trap set for a few days, maybe we will catch the culprit, without losing any more chickens.
As you might know, I read a lot of other blogs. This particular one by author Ann H. Gabhart, features some things close to my heart. My daughter Tara and St. Jude Hospital. Here is a little tease:
“But before we head out on a new trail, we’ve got a few more birthday noise makers to blow and one more story to share.
Did you ever have your own bicycle? I didn’t. I had a hand me down that needed tires, my inspiration for Jocie’s old bike in Scent of Lilacs. Tara left this story in a comment on a post here, but I wanted to share it again.
“My best birthday memory. As a second child I spent a lot of time in hand me downs. Clothes, shoes, bicycles. My older sister had a very different style than I did, so her old blue bicycle with a banana seat was not my favorite. Every trip to town for groceries would see me at the Western Auto adjacent to the grocery store, riding around and around a little yellow BMX bike. Every year, I participated in (and rocked!) the St Judes Bike-a-thon in our tiny, tiny town and I wanted nothing more than to NEVER have to ride that hand me down blue bike again to do so. I have NO idea how many miles I logged on that little yellow bike just riding up and down the aisles until Mom was done at the grocery store.”
I would love it if you go over to Ann’s blog and read the whole story.
You might like to check out some of Ann’s books and her knowledge of the Shaker religion while you visit there too.
I would like to point out, Tara might have preferred to use her motorcycle to log St. Jude miles as the years progressed, but that yellow BMX covered many, nt just for St.Jude, it was well known on the byways around Sunrise Ridge for several years.