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Tortilla Soup

09 Friday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home, Mesta Park

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Church Lady, Everyday Life, In the Kitchen, Mesta Park, Mesta Park Holiday Home Tour, Tortilla Soup

This simple Tortilla Soup recipe has made the rounds in my life.

I first enjoyed the soup ten years ago, when my husband prepared it after snagging a copy of the recipe from a lovely church lady in Lake Jackson, Texas.  Betty was then Council on Ministries chair of our church.  And like any good Methodist, Betty found it easier to get people to a church meeting when she offered to feed them.  Lucky for me, she served this Tortilla Soup that’s been part of my life ever since.

When we moved to Oklahoma three plus years ago, we were asked to open our historic home to the public in Mesta Park’s annual Holiday Home Tour.  Like  a fool with stars in her eye, I said yes with nary a thought.  Because I love it when guests descend, especially when the house is all decorated for Christmas.  But I was a fool to get ahead of myself, because that first Christmas back in Oklahoma, our house was still in a state of transition — it was half-former owner’s style and half mine — and in those months leading up to the tour, I sort of wished I’d waited another year until the house was more put together.

Moving is so unsettling.  Furniture and furnishngs acquired for a previous home don’t always fit the new place.  And even when they do, it may take a while to figure out what goes where.  And then what color to paint the walls, especially the dining room walls.  Yet, I’m still hanging pictures and moving furniture around and fine-tuning the wall color in the dining room — which so far, I’ve changed three times.

So maybe we were on the tour, exactly when we needed to be.  Especially, when I recall how Mom and my sister Christi came up to dress my home for the holidays.

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Because one short year later, Mom was no longer with us.   And even though the house was less put together, I’ll be forever glad that Mom was here to be a part of it, since she really loved decorating the house.  Even now, I cherish the memory of watching Mom slowly and painstakingly shaping the holiday greenery to artfully cover the staircase railing.

Anyway, this home tour story has a point that leads back to the soup recipe.  I thought it would be fun to offer a gift of one of our favorite recipes to those touring our home.  So I laid out professionally printed copies of the Tortilla Soup recipe under a Christmas-tree shaped Rosemary sitting on top of our kitchen counter.  The only problem was that in the printing process, one ingredient was inadvertently removed.  So there are 500 plus copies of an incomplete soup recipe floating somewhere around Oklahoma City.

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I should have brought a few leftover recipe cards with me last night to church, when I became the church lady serving this soup to a small group of prayer companions.  Because like the church goers of Betty’s meeting ten years ago, I was asked to share my soup recipe.  And I will, though I can’t claim the recipe as mine.  And it really wasn’t Betty’s either.  Appropriately, Betty got the recipe from Julie, a local Lake Jackson doctor’s wife, who in her spare time, puts on a great imitation of Saturday Night Live’s church lady.  But this recipe isn’t just for church ladies.  Try it yourself.  Here’s a copy with all the ingredients included.  From my life to yours.

Tortilla Soup

A simple and quick holiday supper – serves 6 to 8

 
Ingredients:
1 lb sausage or ground beef, browned and crumbled
1/2 cup each, chopped onion & green pepper, sauted in 2 Tbsp olive oil
1 can beans – pinto or black beans (rinsed) or ranch style
2 envelopes of taco seasoning
1 4 0z. can of chopped green chilies (optional for a milder soup)
4 cans chicken broth (or home-made) – About 8 cups or 60 ounces
1 can Rotel
1 to 2 cups of frozen corn
1 14 oz can petite chopped tomatoes (optional — for a less spicy or salty soup (which accompanies use of sausage)
1 package tortilla chips  (Reserve for serving bowls)
8 oz package of cheddar or Monterey jack cheese, grated  (Reserve for serving bowls)

Preparation: Add all ingredients, except tortilla chips and cheese, to a large pot.  Simmer for 30 minutes.  Taste.  If too salty or spicy, add a 14 oz can on petite diced tomatoes.

 
To Serve: Ladle soup over tortilla chips, covered with grated cheese.
 
 
 

A Garden Symphony

03 Saturday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Mesta Park

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Everyday Life, Garden Tour for Connoisseurs, Mesta Park, Oklahoma Gardening, OSU Plant Sale

I’m at loose ends after a three-movement symphony of gardening.  If it weren’t dark, I’d still be outside.  

My day began at the annual OSU fall plant sale.  Three days into their six-day sale, the OSU cupboards were almost bare.  But never fear — I came home with my share, with both pansies and snapdragons to plant.

Soon, very soon, I’ll be ready to plant the new beds at the duplex next door, what I’ve renamed Cinderella Two, since the duplex is no longer an ugly step-sister.  I like that Mr. Duplex Owner is interested in my progress.  He must be as tickled about his new garden as I am.  Thursday he asked the upstairs tenant whether I had planted yet.  She told him no, that I was STILL digging.   Today the downstairs tenant, finally realizing the full scope of my gardening intention, asked if I had expanded my horizons.  I assured him that I was only executing my original plan.  Perhaps he too is wondering WHEN the digging will stop.  Soon, very soon.  Maybe another day or two.  But if the downstairs tenant knew me better, he’d have known that I always dream big dreams. 

The second gardening movement sent Kara, Christi and I to the land of big garden dreams.  The season of home and garden tours is upon us and today the three of us enjoyed the Oklahoma Horticultural Society’s Garden Tour for Connoisseurs.  The gardens were inspiring, the weather gorgeous and the company grand, all of which explains why we only made it to three of the seven gardens.   But in our defense, the last garden we toured was spread across five acres.  That’s digging on a grand scale, folks, which puts my little project next door into its proper perspective.  

I came home from the tour to begin movement three, more digging at Cinderella Two.  As I kneeled in the garden to work, I keep company with God and other passersby.  Already I’m receiving nice feedback from my work.  From both quarters.  It’s funny that freshly dug dirt in a defined shape can be perceived so positively.  What comments will come later?  If my well-wishers think a bare bones garden is nice, wait until the plants arrive.  Then wait until next summer when the plants are in their full glory, and then wait another summer and another as they continue to grow to fill their space.

The downstair’s tenant told me today that he couldn’t WAIT to see the garden finished.  I just smiled and said — it’s gonna be gorgeous.  But his remark sent me to wonder:  what does a finished garden look like?  One garden on the tour today has been forty-seven years in the making.  That gardener could tell the downstairs tenant that a garden is never finished. 

Gardeners wait on their gardens just like a waitress waits on a table of customers.  Gardeners bring their gardens food and drink and keep it company and make sure everything is to its liking.  Then they wait.  They wait to see what will come from all their work of waiting.  They wait to see what tips and gifts the garden will leave behind.  And they wait to see what the garden will become.  And then the garden symphony begins all over again.  Wait, wait wait; wait ON it, wait FOR it to unfold, wait ON it….     

Today at the OSU plant sale, my granddaughter Karson asked for her own 4″ pot of pansies.  And her Aunt Kara bought them for her.  Wish I didn’t have to wait to see what this little plant will teach this little gardener of ours.       

Besta Festa

27 Sunday Sep 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, Mesta Park

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Dog Tales, Everyday Life, Mesta Festa, Mesta Park, OKC Dining Out, Oklahoma State Fair

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The 18th Street Fair Comes to Life

Yesterday, I was enchanted by the charms of Mesta Festa.  But today, after sleeping on it, I’ve decided Mesta Festa is the sleeper herself.  This little fall festival may be one of OKC’s best kept secrets.

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"People talking, Really smiling"

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Two 'ol Scratch 'n Sniffs

One moment I was in my old historic neighborhood, and one step later, just beyond the temporary street barricade, I entered a kinder gentler place, the sort of life I imagine folks at the turn of the century might have experienced.  It was a wonder to witness people taking time to relax and move about without hurry.  Everyone instinctively understood the ground rules:  to rest and relax, to take time to call out greetings, and to make a friend or catch up on the lives of old ones.  Dog festa-goers did likewise, sniffing one another out in their own form of meet and greet.  Yesterday, I experienced a thousand points of light — the expression made famous by George H. W.  Bush  — and it welcomed me at every turn. 

It’s hard not to compare my festa experience to what  I encountered earlier in the week at the Oklahoma State Fair, even as I understand one is not fairly compared to the other.  Instead of an $8 admission price, the Festa was free of charge.  Instead of outrageous priced foods, most Festa food selections — from The Prohibition Room’s large Chicago style hot dogs to the freshly made wraps from McNellies —  were $3 or under.  The Festa offered no $4.00 servings of ice tea; but I could buy a can of soda pop or a bottled water for a $1.   

Where the festa was intimate and spacious;  the fair was sprawling and crowded.  Instead of walking three miles through exhibition buildings and midway, Mesta Festa  invited me to park myself in the grass and relax in a shady spot and let the sights and sounds of the street fair come to me.  I soaked up the sound of music, adults talking and laughing, dogs barking, children happily yelling to one another,

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A Man Selling Ice Cream & A Girl Making Bubbles

skateboard wheels rolling; and then my eye feasted on the sights of striped tents and chalk board menus and freshly manufactured soap bubbles floating away in the air, made at the hand and mouth of a young child.

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Beer Vendor Checking Out the Local Competition

And sitting high above the crowd on one front lawn across from the park,stood a cute little lemonade stand with neighbor children as proprietors.  While not officially part of the Festa, the proud dad of the children told me that his kids sit behind their lemonade booth every year.  The entire event was a sight and sound to behold; it made me glad that I have ears to hear and eyes to see.  

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A Dog's World of Feet

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No Shrinking Violet

But the best difference between street fair and state fair was that it filled me with life, rather than leaving me drained. And while a dog’s perspective on the Festa was, of course different, it  was no different in that our little Scottie girl just came to life.  Cosmo had just the best time flirting with perfect strangers, children and canines alike.  And when it came time to leave, she dug in her heels and refused to budge.  Ultimately, my husband had to scoop Cosmo up in his arms and carry her out of the park.  At least she didn’t wail, kick and scream. 

Cosmo, hon, I know just how you feel.  Next year, I don’t think I’ll bother going to the fairgrounds for my September fair experience.  Like Dorothy Gail and Toto too, Cosmo and I’ve got all the fun we need in our own backyard.

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