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I told you, a few weeks ago, that I found several videos on YT about how to make a QC style pizza; AKA Harris Pizza.

Today, I made our first QCSP. The only ingredient we didn’t have, until recently, was the malted barley syrup, which was purchased, and delivered. So, yesterday, I made the crust. It rested in the fridge overnight, then I put it on the counter for the longest 3 hours in recent memory, to come back up to room temp.

Rolling it out, using corn meal on a baking sheet, it ended up with my un-circular circle. You’ll see in a moment.

The dough for the crust smelled so good, I told Ivan that I wanted to just bake it and eat it. I’m hoping it tastes as good as it smells right now. I’ll let you know when we try it.

While I’m waiting, and waiting, for the oven to reach 500ºF, or 550ºF, not sure how hot it gets, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Post script: the pie is done, and on the counter cooling off. Here is what it ended up looking like.

Post post script: there was one piece left by the end of the night. Liz, and Jesús helped us out by eating almost half of it.

We haven’t discussed egg bites for a while, have we?

Today is the day, lucky you.

This morning, really this afternoon, I got together some of my favorite ingredients, and put together 14 lovely little egg bites. The list of ingredients are as follows: for the base, into the blender went 8 eggs, 1/4 cup shredded mozzarella cheese, 1/3 cup cottage cheese, 1/4 cup Kefir fermented milk, and, about a half teaspoon salt. The following items were all cut into a small dice; the bottom 2 cm. of a red pepper, roasted; 2 slices cooked bacon; 1 thin slice purple onion; 1 small serrano; and, 4 cherry tomatoes. I forget the dozen baby spinach leaves.

Unfortunately, the serrano was spicy enough to negate the other flavors, and has left my mouth on fire. The bacon has almost no flavor whatsoever, so that was a wash. At this moment, the only thing I can taste, or feel, rather, is the serrano. Damn.

The bacon is from the second, or third, order I placed with the online app. Justo. They deliver the groceries to your door. Lovely. Their bacon is flavorless, however. Double damn. I accidentally ordered 10 kilos of the stuff, in 1/2 kilo packages, and have been trying to give it away since. To no avail. Oh, well. Bacon surrounded jalapeños are coming next.

With brown sugar to top; of course.

Until then, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Post script: I have only 12 more egg bites to eat. Maybe Jesús will eat some; he much enjoys spicy food.

Not that our friend is old, he isn’t. It’s just that we’ve known him since he was a child.

I was so pleased this morning when I got up.

My phone didn’t get charged last night so it was completely blank this morning. However,

I opened up my tablet, and noticed I had received a message on IMessage. Low and behold, it was NH, the son of two of the most wonderful human beings Ivan, and I have known. Unfortunately, both of those lovely people have passed; his mother, whose name was Georgia, most recently. They both meant so much to Ivan; her passing, especially, was hard on him.

N. said he had stumbled on my blog site, (how that happens I cannot say), but I was so pleased that he contacted me to let me know how much he has enjoyed reading my posts. Awesome. I didn’t know others, outside our immediate sphere, even knew I posted.

Anyway, as I replied to N., it is as much fun writing about our shenanigans as it is experiencing them. Truth.

I am on my way to the kitchen to sample the egg bites I made this morning. Can’t wait.

Now, if I could just find a way to stop that little girl in the next building from crying every day ……

Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Thanks N. You made my weekend. 😉

Post script: happy belated birthday to our daughter Elisha.

I say it a lot down here.

Okey dokey, karaoke. That’s really what I say.

Recently, we have heard Jesús starting to say it as well. It makes us chuckle. It could’ve been worse; I could’ve been repeating some of my favorite curse words! 😂

Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

We have spent the last 5 days in Heaven.

Commonly referred to as Los Altos.

It feels like what I think of as Heaven; fresh air, sunshine, family, and friends.

There was a birthday party for Gabi, who just turned 5 years old; how time flies when you get older.

There was a festival in town, for reasons unknown to me at this typing.

We revisited a town called Ixhuacán de los Reyes, about an hour’s drive from the house, that we visited a year, or so ago. It remains as breathtakingly beautiful as it was the first time. It is higher up in the mountains than Los Altos, and is usually foggy. It is foggy because one is up in the clouds.

We can only walk a short ways before having to stop for air; deep breathing at its finest. The results of any climbing done around there is well worth the difficulties in being there. Believe me.

After walking part way up the mountain, we came to an area that is considered “blessed” by the Virgin Mary, where the water runoff from the mountain is gathered for blessings, in any containers available. Many use their hands, cups, bowls, anything they can find to gather the water right there, to bestow a blessing on those within the family. It really is quite beautiful.

Then, down again we went.

On the way home, a sister of Maria’s, Jesús’ mom, was seen. We stopped at her house, met her family, talked for a bit, then started back home. The photos below show the vista they get to appreciate from their home.

It was a wonderful day, much needed in our time of self isolation.

Things are going to be a bit different upon our return, however. Liz and I are going to start a campaign of weight loss and exercise. It is her fault I gained so much weight during her pregnancy, don’t ya know 🙂 (I didn’t want her to be heavy all by herself.) So, now, we are going to start walking around the park during the day. They have a new/used stroller she can use to carry Brandon, and I have

Sneakers. Not much else to recommend me, but they should get me out there, get me walking again.

Plus, we are teaching each other the languages we need to communicate.

I am going to close now; I smell breakfast downstairs, and my stomach is growling. Coffee first, then, whatever that is that smells so good.

Until next time, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Post script: please don’t let your guard down just yet. There are other viruses everywhere, mutating, just waiting for someone to not wash their hands, and put them to their mouth. Stay vigilant; not crazed, just aware. There will always be viruses. Hopefully we have learned a bit more about said critters.

Post post script: I didn’t make it to the wonderful smelling breakfast but, after about a minute of deliberation this afternoon, Jesús has decided we can stay another night. Well, if we must. 😂😂😂😂

Nights, as well, come to that.

This is the Spring rainy season; just the start really. It has been raining, at some point, during the past 5 days, and nights. Thunder, lightening. Love it. But, you already know that.

So, you also know this in one of my two favorite times of the year. In the next few weeks, we will be off to Los Altos for a few days. As it is also raining there, it will be quite easy for me to get to the front door, stand under the overhang of the roof, and watch the rain come over the mountain tops.

The house where we stay is part way up one of the lower mountains in the area, which is, however, still quite a bit larger than just a hill. We can see all the way across the valley from the sidewalk out front. When the rain comes over the top of the mountain, it is in front of the house, across the street. I will see if I can find a photo. I am only able to find a photo looking across the valley. Here it is.

No can do. Of the thousands of photos on my phone, I couldn’t find a single one of the storm clouds coming over the mountain top. You will have to imagine it until the next time we travel there. Shouldn’t be too much longer. There is usually at least one storm while we are there.

Until then, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

She has to return home tomorrow.

Whenever we talk about it she starts crying. She has gotten to know us in the 3 weeks she’s been here. Liz is going to miss her profoundly as she has been spending all of those days, into the night, as her side.

It is so pleasant to watch them together, laughing, talking, bathing little Brandon. We will surely miss her, too, when she leaves. All too soon the 3 weeks has come and gone. Too soon.

She goes back to Los Altos, but we will see her again in the near future. Once little Brandon is big enough to travel, we will all take a much needed few days in Los Altos, and get away from the city. Get away to a bit of Heaven on Earth.

Until then, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Since I got the smaller bottles for storing, and enjoying our Kombucha, it has been a pleasure, not only to watch the fermentation happening, but drinking directly from the bottles.

They are 8oz. bottles, half the size per bottle than the others I used, but a world of difference in every other way. They are easier, and faster to fill; they have screw-on lids; they fit well in the fridge without rearranging everything else within.

Here they all sit, on the counter, pored into their little storage containers, fermenting our their little CO2’s. You can see the bubbles at the top of each bottle. As the “mother” batch is newer, made 2 weeks ago, this batch will be infinitely better than the last one. Plus, the pineapple is freshly cut, just before bottling these, that you see.

We drank all of the last batch, but the “mother” was so old, it was souring. Yuck. Now that it is Springtime, I am hopeful that we will drink this more regularly, more often. I am not sure if there is any kind of “limit” to the amount of Kombucha one can drink in a day, or not, but I have drunk 3 8oz bottles without any difficulty, other than the fact of the sourness. I just added a half package of Splenda to each bottle, and Bob’s your uncle.

I am quite certain I will try to venture out, again, into other flavor combinations, but when you find one that everyone likes, why mess with success?!

I will keep you apprised of Kombucha fermenting, etc., as we go along. As always, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Yay. Drunken chickens. What more can one ask?

Well, for starters, you might ask what exactly is Pollo Borracho? And, I would tell you that

It is a stew, of sorts, made with some lovely, fresh vegetables, chicken, (go figure,) and, a beer. I saw a new favorite home cook, last night on YT. Her name is Araceli, and she cooks for her family, over an open flame. She doesn’t own a stove, or an oven; they are both made from cement, and are out doors. How amazing is that? Her channel is called Comida Mexican Araceli. Watch a few of her videos, and see how creative someone can be with the basics.

This is what both of our stews looked like while simmering. Yay!

The rest of the prep went into getting vegetables ready for the molcajete (pronounced mole-ca-HEH-teh); a mortar and pestle of sorts, commonly used to make salsas. I put 6 Roma tomatoes, 5 onion skins, a jalapeño, and a serrano chile on a round, flat comal, or griddle, on high heat, to burn the outer skins to make the sauce. After all were burned to my liking, I ground them all in my molcajete, with a bit of large grain salt to help with the grinding. The salt is the size of the salt used on thick steaks before grilling.

Now, for the Cliff Notes version: I browned 8 chicken thighs, (our favorite,) in the big olla above, while prepping the rest of the food necessary. I cut up into big chunks 300g. bacon, peeled and cut into bite sized pieces 3 large white potatoes, about 200g green beans, and, 5 carrots. Side note: the large carrots down here, I believe, taste as sweet as the baby carrots up North. I have always detested the taste of carrots up North. Lucky me.

Let me say, here and now, that using a molcajete is one of the hardest things I have done, thus far, in the kitchen. It takes more time than one would expect, and, uses muscles unused to such stress and strain. I am always exhausted after I make a sauce in the molcajete. I understand why “modern” women buy blenders, mixers, food processors, etc. The woman from whose video this recipe comes, also uses a metate, to do a lot of her grinding.

I would like to see if I could get used to using such equipment, and rely less on modern conveniences. I won’t know until I try. They are grossly expensive, FYI. The ones available “online” are about $60-$150. I need to find someone who no longer uses theirs. Harder to do down here than up North. Not many people advertise in the newspaper.

To finish this post, the smaller, covered cazuela, casserole dish, below, is going upstairs, to Jesús, Liz, Gabi, and Alicia. I hope they enjoy it. We sure did.

Well, folks. I am plum tuckered out for today. Going to close as I always do. Please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

It’s finished. It’s done.

The washing machine is back to its beautiful “new” state; the dryer as well. Let me show you.

The hoses came today, as Ivan said they would. They went on so easily, it was a fun project to finish. (Mom always said I never finished projects once started. Too bad she can’t see the many things I have finished over time.)

With the dryer hose fixed, as well, any of the lint not getting picked up in the filter, will be caught in the water reservoir on top of the dryer. Only drawback, it gets really humid for the first hour of the dryer running. After that, it is less so, and can open the door between the laundry area and the kitchen.

So, that job finished, on to Pollo Borracho, drunken chicken stew.

Until next we meet, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.