Saturday, September 21, 2013

Easy Peasy Breakfast Migas

Breakfast. It's what for dinner!

If only my kids knew that when I break out the ol' "It's Breakfast for Dinner" scheme, it really means that Mom has neglected the grocery shopping and can't find a recipe that calls for pork and beans, half a jar of pickles, strawberry yogurt and a cheese stick.

Last night I found myself staring into the empty expanse of our refrigerator wondering what on earth I was going to pull together for dinner when I realized I had just the right ingredients to make Migas!

If you've never had Migas, they're just scrambled eggs on steroids.
And you can add just about anything you like! (I love to add peppers, sausage and olives when I have them on hand!)

These are so delicious and easy to make that you're going to make them anytime you realize you've forgotten to buy food all the time!



What you need:
- 6-7 Eggs
- 1/2 cup of milk
- 5 Corn tortillas
- 1/2 cup diced onion
- chopped bacon (3 or 4 strips cut up)
- salt & pepper to taste

Part 1.
- Cut up your tortillas into bite size pieces. Set aside.

Part 2.
- Break your eggs into a medium size mixing bowl.
- Add the milk
- Mix until well blended

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Part 3.
- In a frying pan saute onion until tender.
- Add bacon to onion and cook until done.
- Add egg mixture and cut tortillas to frying pan.
- Scramble until eggs are done.
- Salt and pepper to taste.

Part 4.
-ENJOY!

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Monday, September 09, 2013

All Your Perfectly Delivered Lines...

It was by accident that I found this song by the Civil Wars.
Life is weird like that.
I didn't know I needed to hear it,
and now I need to hear it often.

And I know someone else who probably needs to hear it too.
But, I can't exactly come right out and say:
"Hey! I think you might be going through a crisis so listen to this song!"
Instead I'll hope that person stumbles across this blog and listens.

I hope they know they are not alone.


And if I could I would hold their hand and
dance round and round the flames.




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It’s not your eyes , it’s not what you say

its not your laughter that gives you away
you’re just lonely, you’ve been lonely too long
 
all your acting, your thin disguise
all your perfectly delivered lines
they don’t fool me, you’ve been lonely too long
 
let me in the walls you’ve built around
we can light a match and burn them down
let me hold your hand and dance round and round the flames
in front of us, dust to dust
 
you’ve held  your head up, you’ve fought the fight
you bear the scars, you’ve done your time
listen to me , you’ve been lonely too long
 
let me in the walls you’ve built  around
we can light a match and burn them down
let me hold your hand and dance round and round the flames
in front of us, dust to dust
 
you’re like a mirror, reflecting me
takes one to know one, so take it from me
 
you’ve been lonely, you’ve been lonely too long
we’ve been lonely, we’ve been lonely too long

Monday, September 02, 2013

Sometimes I ache.

Sometimes I ache.
Not the physical aches of everyday life, 

but the deeper, tormented, heart wrenching aches.
The aches that remind you of every mistake you've ever made
and every opportunity you've let slip past.
The merciless whispers that remind you that you're doing it all wrong. 

I ignore these aches and pains.
They are distorted and grotesque.
But every once in a while,
something slips across the line
and forces me to dip my head into the
Pensieve.

Then the walls are breached.
And I am forced to confront the source of my pain.
The Demons of my actions past.
We see each other. Eye to eye.
I am kicked down by the knowingness of their stares.
They wrap me up in the weight of my regret.
They stroke my hair with the fingers of my shame.
And they sing to me of my loneliness.

Salvation comes in the form of
anamnesis.
My Happiest memories fighting to the front lines to defend me.
They rescue me from my tormentors.
They absolve me of my guilt.
And together, running through the highlight reel of my life,
we push the Demon's away and back into the darkness.
Where they belong.

And when they return,
Slipping past the Sentinels
I'll fight them off once more.
But, I'll need no sword, no profound words.
I will wear my blessings as my armor.
And then the Demon's will cower
because they will know they have finally been defeated.