I diced up the chicken breast and chopped a spicy
white onion. I blended the Hatch chili with Verde sauce. I lightly fried the
tortilla to make it more pliant and after rolling chicken, onion and cheese up in
it I poured the Verde sauce over it sprinkled on more cheese and baked.
A pot of black beans and dinner was served.
Delicious aromas flooded the house.
.jpg)
After the feast was consumed Shaggy decided
that it was time for Halloween M&Ms; they are most flavorful.
My M&M
preference list is Halloween, Easter, Christmas, then the everyday variety.
Back in the day of only regular bags, before the despised blue ones, back when
there was still a pretty tan one; I would buy three large bags on the first day
of October. I would open them pour them onto a plate and sort out all of the red
and green ones. Put them in a zipper baggie and into the cabinet. That left only
the yellow, orange, tan and brown. I would pour them into a candy bowl. They
were beautiful, like fallen leaves. At Christmas I would put out the saved red
and green ones. I would buy 3 more bags and separate out all the red ones into
a zipper bag and sort all the green ones into a zipper bag I baked Christmas
cookies with the remaining colors and on Valentines I put all the red into a
bowl and for St. Patrick’s Day I put out the remaining green ones. Shaggy sat
at the table reminiscing about the St. Patrick M&Ms wondering why they did
not make those anymore. I laughed and told her that I made those bowls of
Holiday M&Ms; you could not buy them in Holiday colors back then. She was
amazed. The look on her face was priceless, the sparkle in her eyes as she
smiled realizing the magic I had woven into her childhood. She got that warm
happy glow, the one you get when the object of your desire proclaims love for
you. All that candy sorting for all those years was suddenly worth every moment.
I had no idea what it meant to my children. I did it because it was visually
pleasing to me. Because it created Holiday magic and was a very inexpensive
decorating tool.
.jpg)
So we don our shoes grab our purses and out the door
we go, driving to CVS because it is close. We scour the Halloween section and
no Halloween M&Ms. we leave, but not quietly, expressing our displeasure of
finding none as we leave and drive to our local market. We walk to the very
back where they cleverly place all the seasonal items. Not once are distracted
by displays of …. Well I am not sure what they were attempting to entice us
with we were on a mission that had become more serious for the lack of finding
the desired bag of delight. To our further dismay they had none on either side
of an aisle that was filled with one kind of candy bar or another, Eyeballs, fingers,
pretzels, chocolate miniature favorites but not our M&Ms, 20 feet of
assorted treats and decorations and hats and masks. We have become more determined and if we have
to drive all over Texas to find them we have resolved to do so. Our next stop is Target. We are Vikings and we
are pillaging village after village in our quest for chocolate Valhalla. At
last we find them. Grabbing a bag we dash to the register and when Karen asks
if we found everything we both shout YES!!! And they are delicious! I love it
when we have a successful mission.
.jpg)
But wait there was more. On our way into the store
Shaggy spies a large dark oddly shaped thing on the wall outside. ‘MOM!! Look at
the size of that bug.” I am dreading looking over at it especially after the giant
fairy body we found on our front bumper and the Texas sized water bug that was
waging an attack in my kitchen. But I am happily surprised. It is a moth. A very
large moth with a wing span longer than my hand. The colors are like tree bark.
She was beautiful. But why was she on a wall when 20 feet away was a tree where
she would have been disguised and safer. We stopped and enjoyed her beauty and
size for several minutes resisting the urge to touch her velvet looking wings.
Hope she was safe all night.
Lady Tamara has received several suggestions for a
new name so as not to be confused with the other Tamara. Lady Lochaber, Princess T, Mara, TP, T, I
have not decided.
Have you decided to make your dad a Scottish Laird
for Christmas? You can at
No comments:
Post a Comment