Migas

Though we rarely go out to eat, Vince arrived in Texas several months before I did and had time to investigate almost every local (and some not so local) restaurants.  He found a local Mexican restaurant that served Migas and he liked that a lot.  It’s not my favorite restaurant and they have window a/c units and it seems no matter where you sit in there, it’s cold.  Since Vince loves the Migas dish, I figured I’d just learn to fix the dish at home.

I’ve been trying out several recipes and have come up with one that we love.  I’ll tell you what we use but you’re on your own as to the amounts because this recipe is so easy . . just use as much or as little of each ingredient as you wish.

Top Row – Left to Right:  Eggs beaten with salt, pepper and a little Half & Half (or however you like your scrambled eggs), chopped bell peppers and chopped onions (in the same bowl), chopped tomato

Second Row – Left to Right:  Corn tortillas that have been fried and broken, Monterrey Jack cheese (use any cheese you like), chorizo

Bottom row – Left to Right:  Chopped jalapeno pepper, chopped cilantro

Add the chorizo, onion, bell pepper and jalapeno pepper to a large skillet and saute til peppers are tender.  I don’t add any extra oil.

Add the tomatoes and cook about a minute.

Stir in the eggs and tortilla chips.  Stir til the eggs are completely cooked.

Stir in cilantro and cheese.  Remove from heat and serve.

Migas is traditionally served with black beans and corn or flour tortillas.

Stinky Post Office

The folks at the post office here, who are usually pretty nice, were not happy yesterday (and probably even less happy on Thursday).  Seems as though Vince ordered a 4 ounce bottle of clove oil.  Don’t ask me why.  I do not know why.  When I look at the orders he makes on Amazon, it scares me.

Clove oil . . think about how strong that might be!  Think about how you would pack a glass bottle of oil to be shipped in 100+ degree weather.  Not like this I’m guessing!

Thursday the mail lady put a pink slip in my box that said I had a package to be picked up and it said something I could not read.  Yesterday I met her at the box and I asked if she had my package.  She said “No!  You have to go pick it up.  It’s leaking!”  Leaking?

All I was expecting was a box of yarn and I seriously doubted it was leaking.  But I went to the post office.  When I walked in and told the lady that I was there to pick up a leaking package, she yelled to the back . . SHE’S HERE FOR THAT PACKAGE!  She was not happy with me but heck . . I didn’t stick the glass bottle in the envelope and mail it.

The top was broken.  The bottom was broken.  I can imagine that all the mail delivered in our county the past couple of days has smelled like cloves!

I was pretty aggravated with the folks who shipped it.  There’s no excuse for doing something like that.  Imagine if that dripping envelope had been next to a box of quilts or something like that!

I explained to the post office lady that it’s food grade clove oil  . . not anything hazardous but she just wanted me to take my dripping package and get the heck out of there!  I wanted to tell her she’d better be happy it was the clove oil and not the oregano oil Vince received last week.  He talked me into putting a drop of that under my tongue (don’t ask questions) and I promise you I tasted oregano for 4 days!  The minute it hit my mouth, I was hollering.  I grabbed the first thing I saw in the fridge . . which was a cream soda.  Yuck!  I may never drink a cream soda again but it definitely was horrible with an overload of oregano.

The company is sending us a new bottle of clove oil and I surely hope they’re using lots of bubble wrap and a box this time.  If I get another note to pick up a leaking package . . Vince is going to the post office . . alone!

A New Morning; a New Resolve

This morning I woke up with a whole new determination.  We moved into snake territory.  We’ll never get rid of them but they’re not going to chase me away.  I will not go outside with flip flops again . . except to walk from the house to the sewing room and that’s all gravel.   I will stay out of the garden til my new snake boots arrive.  I will still be careful and I will keep a watchful eye but I will not give in to the creatures who are native to my area and were here before I got here.

I will not give in  . . I will not give in . .   :)

 

 

The Decision is Made

Really . . don’t try to talk me out of it.

Both are Wollmeise Twin which is 80% Superwash Merino and 20% handgefarbt.  Hmmm . . I think that means nylon.  The green is Grunfink and the purple is Lavendel.

I will be showing pictures of my project here so if you’re doing it as a mystery and don’t want to see mine, I’ll put “West Mystery” in the title so you can just skip right over it!