I can't bear to think about how long it's been since I posted here, so we're just going to jump right in as though I never left, pretending all is normal as one does when someone returns to church after a long absence for no apparent reason or evident excuse....
I am nearly finished with the UNABRIDGED audio book of The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. It has taken me longer than War and Peace, my friends. Just when I'm ready to call it quits and move on to some truly thrilling story (like a John Le' Carre spy novel), something happens to keep me tethered to the darn story. Mr. Blake just found out that he, himself, without his own conscious knowledge mind you, stole the Moonstone in the dead of night from Rachel's sitting room. She saw him do it. YES! A mess of emotions and investigation follows. (This I'm guessing because there are at least 10 more chapters of tedious, British dialogue and details. When I read books the conventional way instead of listening to them, I'm able to skip over much of the descriptions of the rooms and that sort of thing, but when listening, I have no idea if I'll miss something crucial to the plot so I have to wade through tasseled bell-pull moments and the like.)
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Last week, I started in making homemade corn tortillas and I find it hard to stop. My cousin Jeff Newton gave me a tortilla press a few years ago, so I dug it out and (quite literally) pressed it into use. They're not difficult to make; if you can knead, roll dough into balls, smoosh them flat, and fry, you have all the skills to make 'em. The ingredients are simple: 2 cups masa corn flour mix, a good gouge of salt, enough hot water to make the flour form a stiff dough....like, maybe, 4-5 T. Stir all together until it pulls away from the side of the mixing bowl, knead for 5-6 minutes as you would playdough (the consistency should be a little stiffer than playdough, and will become more pliable as you knead), cover with a damp towel and let it rest for 20-30 minutes. Go make a margarita or something.
After the dough is rested up and you're sufficiently refreshed, cut a freezer gallon Ziplock bag into two pieces and spray one side of each with non-stick cooking spray. (You'll only have to do this once, and go light.) Get your cast iron skillet on the stove and get it warming. You'll need it medium hot to do these little dandies. As your skillet is warming, squeeze off a hen's egg size chunk of your tortilla dough, roll it into a round ball (it should be about the size of a golf ball or a little bigger), and place the ball of dough between the two greased plastics. I was able to use my tortilla press here, BUT if you don't have one (and who in the world WOULD?), you can press the tortilla flat using a glass 9 x 13 baking pan. Peel it off the bags, toss it in the skillet, and cook it until it starts puffing up a little. Flip it, cook it a little more until there's a little browning.....voila! Tuck that tortilla into a warm, damp dishtowel (no need to put in the oven) and keep going. You'll get about 10-12 tortillas this way.
We filled ours with Mexican beef, a lime vinaigrette, onions, olives if you have them. They're great for fish tacos, enchiladas, or rolling scrambled eggs and sausage up in. Whatever blows your sombrero off.
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After all that, here's a prayer that hangs in my kitchen that I just love, so I'm sharing it with you:
Grant me, O Lord, good digestion,
and also something to digest.
Grant me a healthy body and the
necessary good humor to maintain it.
Grant me a simple soul that knows
to treasure all that is good and that
doesn't frighten easily at the sight of evil, but
rather finds the means
to put things back in their place.
Give me a soul that knows not boredom,
grumblings, sighs and laments,
nor excess of stress, because of that
obstructing thing called "I".
Grant me, O Lord, a sense of good humor.
Allow me the grace to be able to take a joke
to discover in life a bit of joy, and
to be able to share it with others.
Amen.
-Saint Thomas More