WORDLESS WEDNESDAY ~ 11/9/11

BEEF FAJITA ~ A TASTY TUESDAY MEAL IN MINUTES

A simple, tasty meal in just a few minutes.  Did I mention EASY?

INGREDIENTS:

• Bell peppers – any color
• Sweet onion
• Steak-ums or any kind of thin sliced or formed beef  (Suggestion…roast beef from the deli, sliced thin, works perfectly!)  I used Stake-ums when I made this for the blog.

Slice Steak-ums into strips.  Stir fry until done.  Drain beef on paper towel.  Drain all grease from the pan and wipe clean.  (Do not cook the meat with the peppers and onions. It will be greasy! Yuck!!!) 


Add a drizzle of canola oil (or whatever oil you prefer) to your cleaned pan.  Season your peppers and onions according to your taste.  I use salt, pepper, cumin and chili powder.  Add the sliced peppers and onions and then stir fry until the onions approach translucent stage.  Add beef back into the pan, mix well, then place a small amount of the mixture on a flour tortilla.



I like to warm the tortilla just a bit before eating.  I roll, then secure with a toothpick.  Ten SECONDS in the microwave is enough for me.  Or, you can just roll it up and eat it without warming.  Your preference….


This is good with slices of chicken too.  Just make sure you cook the chicken all the way through!


Bon Appetit   (LOL…I watched Julie & Julia last night)

Darlene Cirinna

November 8, 2011

PLASTIC LIFE IN PLASTIC MASKS…

 
Amy slowly opened her eyes to another day in what has become a string of like days, one following another like little troopers.

Eyes gritty from sleep, Amy stared at the ceiling and thought about that old movie about groundhogs. The one where every day starts and ends the same ~ over and over and over…

With a sigh prompted by a sharp command from her dog, Amy eased out of bed to face a new day. She will do the same thing today that she did yesterday and will do tomorrow ~ all with a mask firmly in place.

As Amy makes her way to the back door to let Buffy out for her morning constitution, she thinks about her life. Amy refers to her life as a “plastic life”. From closer to the end than the middle, she knows nothing was really real. Amy often reviews her life and the paths taken at each juncture. For the most part, life was satisfying, but there were the landmines… the things that blew up her world, forcing her to put on another mask to survive each landmine explosion. She thinks about the masks that she donned to cover the emotional hole left by brokenness within.

She wonders….”Is everyone like this?” She reviews the masks she set firmly in place at different junctures of her life.

There was the mask that covered the hurt of a child who was the recipient of the frustration, jealousy, resentment and rage of an emotionally disturbed parent. Who knew that under the mask was a child who was confused and hurt? Instead, Amy lived in a La La Land of sorts… She thinks that mask must have looked very dreamy because most of her report cards carried the same comment ~ “Amy daydreams in class”.

There is the mask of a school girl who felt worthlessness. She felt certain that everyone was better than she. From the sidelines, Amy watched the other kids, but never removed the mask. Her mask was so plain and ordinary that no one really noticed.

Amy’s teen years were most miserable, again watching by the sidelines – sure that she was unworthy to have friendships with the other kids. The teen mask was too funny and maybe a bit loud.

As a young wife, Amy donned yet another mask to hide what she endured behind closed doors. Amy quickly shifts her thoughts away from those brief three years, after which she was mercifully spared by the eternal distance of death. She never wore that mask again.

Married again with a mask that most resembled the happiness inside, Amy’s barrenness became all too apparent. She donned yet another mask of a young woman who was happy to be childless. It was a lie…

The barrenness gave Amy the opportunity to sink herself deep into a career. Oh the masks she wore throughout that career! It simply goes without saying…

The masks protected… It was never a question of “Who will protect me from the evaluations and judgments?” No. It was a matter of putting on another mask for the world to see as she thought “You don’t know me. You only know my mask…”

Now, in retirement and all alone in the world, Amy has removed all the masks except for one. That mask shows the world that she is happy, content and enjoying life in her “golden years”. It is a fairly transparent mask, allowing some of the “real Amy” to shine through and yet still hides some left over emotions.

Even in the midst of her happiness is the harsh truth that retirement gives her too much time to think. She has time to mull things over and over in her mind to explore all of the “what if’s” of her plastic life. It is an exercise in futility and best avoided. But she still goes there in her memories…

Amy’s masks covered each wound caused by brokenness. Under the remaining scars are buried emotions of fragility, anger, fear, weakness and unworthiness. Feelings of being cheated by life are nearest to the wound; more pronounced than ever due to the extraordinary recall ability of the elderly. Jealousy rears its ugly green head when life reminds her that she had no children, no grandchildren and that the likelihood of dying alone is more of a possibility than not. Who will really care? It is a fear that cannot be overcome by a successful career, money or a mask. No! It is just another reality of a plastic life.

She fears the time that old age frailty will come upon her. She fears that senility might remove her mask… Who will help her keep the mask on?

Amy is determined that no one will remove her mask after her death. She leaves no record of wrongs for a relative or solicitor to find amongst her possessions.

Even in death, she hopes no one will remove her masks.



A work of FICTION By Darlene Cirinna
© November 7, 2011
All rights reserved. Do not reproduce without permission.

Wordless Wednesday ~ 11/2/11

 

Tasty Tuesday ~ Black Bean Salad

 

I love veggies!  I would rather eat veggies than a piece of cake.  Ummmm…  Not to say I don’t like cake…LOL   But I digress….

 

I keep a full veggie bin in my fridge ALL THE TIME!  So, when I am hungry for something different, I rummage around in my veggie bin, then create something.  My black bean salad is one of those creations.

Ingredients: 

• Tomato
• Tomatillo
• Green bell pepper
• Red bell pepper
• Jalapeno pepper
• Sweet onion
• Cilantro
• Black beans in can
• Salt, pepper and cumin

 

Instructions:

Wash veggies well!  Chop all to preferred size.  I like mine chopped small, but not fine.  How much of each item you use is up to you and your taste.  Rinse and drain the black beans, then add to your veggies.  Season to taste.  I use salt, pepper and cumin. Stir well and refrigerate.  It is best after the ingredients “marry”.  It’s good the same day, but the next day is better. 

Serving:

You can eat this any way you want.  It makes a good salsa with tortilla chips.  I prefer in a bowl…like ice cream…LOL.  Sometimes I dress it up a bit.  Here are some ideas:

 

This one is topped with a dollop of hummus, then sour cream, sprinkled with paprika and garnished with cilantro.

 

I like it in a pita pocket too.  This photo is with the hummus and sour cream.  It is just as good with the veggies only.

 

Be brave in your kitchen.  Explore, experiment and get wild.  Veggies are not made to eat alone.  Mix ‘em up and enjoy!

 

Darlene Cirinna

11/1/11