Enchiladas
Suddenly the blog seems more food than costume oriented. Funny..seven years of upper education to become thoroughly domesticated...
Though Little Susie Homemaker isn't likely to tailor a suit from scratch or make a boned corset.
Dinner was a hit on Saturday. Though most people seem awe inspired at anything made from scratch. From salsa to guac, to spanish rice to the enchilada sauce itself. Nothing boxed, canned or otherwise prepackaged (okay...with the exception of the tomato base and chicken broth)
The only alteration to the enchilada recipe was the filling...chicken instead of ground beef. And more cream based...in lue of stewed tomatoes I mixed in sour cream. I should have gone a little lighter on the chili powder in the filling (I kept it hot in the sauce). Next time maybe fire roasted green chilies instead of the cumin and red chili powder...
The rice was a bit bland, but better than plain white rice or a boxed version. And besides, everything is improved with a dollop of sour cream, salsa and guacamole.
I'll get to tweak it again in a few weeks...this time with margaritas and co-workers thrown in.
And over dinner...the all important relationship talk.
After all was said and eaten...as we left on Sunday we encountered the end of a domestic scene. A woman pummeled by her fiance in the parking lot was balling by the elevators as we headed down. The recently minted cop in my companion came out and we went back up to see if help was needed. Another couple had witnessed it...the husband headed out to the lot to keep an eye on the guy. The wife and my companion calmed the woman and kept her in the lobby until the police and her friend came. I got to babysit a squirming happy two-year old while statements were taken. There was nothing they could do for the woman. The guy went back up to his mother's apartment with a stern talking to. A brief moment of panic when the assailant stormed through the lobby I was standing alone in with the kid. Thankfully he just stormed through. My companion wasn't too far behind to make sure he hadn't taken his anger out on anyone else. The woman headed off to a friend. There's no safe house in Honolulu for her or her child. No arrest for assault despite the witnesses and her statement. If she chooses to press charges the courts will step in...it's scary. And at the same time, it was refreshing to see that many passers-by and even the assailant's mom, stop to make sure she would be taken care of. Suddenly, the episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter we'd been watching the night before seemed all the more real.
Though Little Susie Homemaker isn't likely to tailor a suit from scratch or make a boned corset.
Dinner was a hit on Saturday. Though most people seem awe inspired at anything made from scratch. From salsa to guac, to spanish rice to the enchilada sauce itself. Nothing boxed, canned or otherwise prepackaged (okay...with the exception of the tomato base and chicken broth)
The only alteration to the enchilada recipe was the filling...chicken instead of ground beef. And more cream based...in lue of stewed tomatoes I mixed in sour cream. I should have gone a little lighter on the chili powder in the filling (I kept it hot in the sauce). Next time maybe fire roasted green chilies instead of the cumin and red chili powder...
The rice was a bit bland, but better than plain white rice or a boxed version. And besides, everything is improved with a dollop of sour cream, salsa and guacamole.
I'll get to tweak it again in a few weeks...this time with margaritas and co-workers thrown in.
And over dinner...the all important relationship talk.
After all was said and eaten...as we left on Sunday we encountered the end of a domestic scene. A woman pummeled by her fiance in the parking lot was balling by the elevators as we headed down. The recently minted cop in my companion came out and we went back up to see if help was needed. Another couple had witnessed it...the husband headed out to the lot to keep an eye on the guy. The wife and my companion calmed the woman and kept her in the lobby until the police and her friend came. I got to babysit a squirming happy two-year old while statements were taken. There was nothing they could do for the woman. The guy went back up to his mother's apartment with a stern talking to. A brief moment of panic when the assailant stormed through the lobby I was standing alone in with the kid. Thankfully he just stormed through. My companion wasn't too far behind to make sure he hadn't taken his anger out on anyone else. The woman headed off to a friend. There's no safe house in Honolulu for her or her child. No arrest for assault despite the witnesses and her statement. If she chooses to press charges the courts will step in...it's scary. And at the same time, it was refreshing to see that many passers-by and even the assailant's mom, stop to make sure she would be taken care of. Suddenly, the episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter we'd been watching the night before seemed all the more real.
Labels: food, personal, relationships
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12:18 PM
1 Comments:
Oh how I do love your enchiladas. Glad to see they travel well. :) And I'm happy that there were people around to help out with the domestic situation. That's scary enough when there's someone to turn to, nevermind when there's not a safe haven nearby. I hope it will be a happy ending.
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