Friday, June 25, 2010

MMmmm ... Tacos ....

I've been looking for a good taco seasoning recipe for a while now. The packets make us all bloaty and feel like a twenty-member team of people should attach ropes to us, then drag us along in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

We had three teenagers over the night I made this, and they all raved about it. (Though I think it would be a bit spicy for little-people palettes.) My husband and I decided it's our new taco go-to. I'd like to tell you I concocted this on my own, but bold-faced lies are unattractive, so props to whomever posted it on where it's listed as Taco Seasoning I.

I've used this on hamburger and chicken. For the chicken, I created an olive-oil based marinade, adding in some extra cumin and lemon and lime juices. I also recommend about a half cup of plain or lemon yogurt when marinating; the enzymes work some magic on the proteins of the meat, yielding a seriously tender slab o' goodness.

And since (I know, I know, "isn't she done blabbering yet?") I knew from the first bite I'd want to have this on hand always, I also did a little Excel magic and created a "bigger batch" matrix at the bottom. If it's too small to read, just increase the view size in your browser.

If you'd like this in a PDF, just drop me an email. Enjoy!

Taco Seasoning

• 1 tablespoon chili powder
• 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
• 1/4 teaspoon onion powder
• 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
• 1/4 teaspoon dried oregano
• 1/2 teaspoon paprika
• 1 1/2 teaspoons ground cumin
• 1 teaspoon sea salt
• 1 teaspoon black pepper

Mix all ingredients together, store in airtight container.

For use, stir 3T mix into .5 c hot water, pour of browned, drained meat and simmer until absorbed.

To make large batch for storage:

(Sorry, no photos on this one ... I had teenagers who were hungry NOW.)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Sometimes We Love Boys We Shouldn't

I am a woman who loves a bad boy.
He only wants love on his terms, never when I am the seeker of affection.

He is a menace to society. He picks on puppies, verbally threatens even the tiniest of birds and more often than not, tries to goad everyone and everything around him into a spirited tussle.

He wrecks the house. He slices through screens as though their purpose on a door or window is to be but torn apart, rips facial tissue out of boxes like Guy Fieri and a live studio audience are egging him on, and has no qualms about drinking the last of the milk .... from YOUR glass.

And yet I adore him. He melts me. I can't help myself.

He's lived with us for just about five months now. I love watching him sleep. I love the lithe way he walks, his muscles rippling with every step, every nuance of movement a study in form. I love that he talks incessently, sometimes repeating the same thing over and over, well into ad nauseum. I love watching him play. But most of all, I love the way he stops what he's doing--regardless of what fun he may be having--to nuzzle my neck and kiss my face, eyes full of love.

Sometimes, we love boys we shouldn't ... and love every minute of it.

World, meet Amos.