Taco Soup

Hubby was out of town this week for training which meant it was just us three girls at dinner time..  The girls love tacos, which I’m normally ok with making since its pretty easy to hide extra veggies inside, but I wasn’t interested in making a batch with meat AND a batch without, plus extra dinners and lunches for the rest of the week. So, I decided to combined a few ideas together, and just cook once for multiple meals. And so, Taco Soup came to be.

Taco Soup
serves 10

1 cup dried navy beans, cooked or 1 can navy beans
4 cup vegetable broth
4 cups water
1 package of taco seasoning
1 cup grated carrots (about 2 carrots 1 onion, finely chopped
1 red, yellow and green pepper, each finely chopped
1 cup frozen corn
1 can chopped tomatoes
1/2 tbsp garlic powder
1 tbsp white vinegar 1
tbsp sugar
1/2 cup nutritional yeast
1 1/4 cup TVP
1 cup chopped spinach
Tortilla chips for garnish

Put all ingredients into a large Crockpot, except TVP, spinach and tortilla chips until peppers are tender (about 2 hours).   Stir occasionally as beans tend to sink to the bottom.  Once peppers are tender, add in TVP and spinach and cook till TVP is tender (about 10 minutes)
Laddle up and serve with tortilla chips in place of crackers.
The verdict?  All the flavor and spice of tacos, the warmth that comes from soup, and no artery clogging.  I promise you won’t miss the ground beef!

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Pretending in the Hallway

I decided to pull out some of the stuff I wrote in high school, and see if any of it was worthwhile.  I’ll post the first piece for you, and let you decided.  I have done my best to edit as much of the teenage angst out of it, but the damn shite won’t come out.  It certainly did make me laugh though. 

Pretending in the Hallway.

   I can see him at the end of the hallway.  I don’t have to see his face to know its him.  The sway of his silhouette as he struts and swaggers in my direction, gives me a clue to his identity. 
   I am standing there, waiting for the elevator, which has gotten lost on its way, and pretend he is not there. I stare at the paperwork I cradle in my arms, as though I am deep in thought. I pretend I am working, when I am not. I can feel his eyes on me as he silently passes me.  I want to look up at him and see if he says anything to me, if he dares to say anything to me as he walks by me, but I don’t. I fear that if I do look up, he won’t say anything, I won’t be able to avoid the verbal vomit I could already feel rising in my throat. The temptation to block his path and scream : ‘I’m sorry! Please forgive me.’ is so great.
   I stay to my spot, waiting for the lost elevator, staring at the papers, pretending to work when I’m not.
   Its funny how much people pretend; he and I used to be friends. We knew things about each other that others didn’t. We had secrets, but none of that matters anymore.  We pretend not to know each other’s names now. I pretended that he was every person who had hurt me.  I pretended that he was every person who had seduced me. I seduced him like every one else had seduced me. I seduced him like life had seduced me.  I wish I could pretend that night never happened, but my mind won’t let that happen.  Sometimes I wish I could turn that anger and guilt I feel towards myself and turn it against him.  But I can’t.  I wish I could pull a gun out of my back pocket and watch the shocked look on his face as the bullet plunges into his chest. But I can’t. I wish I could slit his throat and watch his face turn the colour of ash as his blood spills down his front, washing away any of my feelings away with it, but I know that won’t make the guilt go away that easily. 
   There is nothing I can do to make this better.  And so, I stare at the papers, and pretend I am fine. 

A Pot to Piss in and a Bucket of Lists

A Pot to Piss in and a Bucket of Lists
Everyone has a bucket list (Thank you Morgan Freeman!)  I think my list is pretty simple, nothing insane on it like these things, but things that fit me, my lifestyle, and things that are dear to me.
1. Own Income Property. The first item on my list is one that I have been working on since the first year we bought our house.  My husband and I are working on paying our house off early.  When we first bought our house 3 years ago, I was pregnant and agreed to sign a 35 year mortgage. (I was worried about having money, and the lower bi-weekly payments eased my pregnant mind.) Knowing now what a mistake that was, one of the conditions of our mortgage is that we can pay extra money on our principal, which I do.  So far in 3 years, we’ve knocked 12 years off that mortgage.  Our ultimate goal is to have it paid in 15 years or less.
What does my current mortgage have to do with income properties? Well, once we’ve paid our first mortgage off, we plan to continue to put the same amount into the bank each month as though we still had that mortgage, and after 2 years, use that money to start buying income properties.  And once that building is close to being paid off, we’ll again use profits saved to buy more.  Not a get rich scheme, but one slowly built.  (My oldest will be finished high school at that point, and probably hopefully might be in college or university then.
2. Retire Early.  I think this is the goal of most people. Who wants to work for ‘The Man’ till the day you die?  Currently with my current retirement saving plan, I am on schedule to retire by the age of 65.  However, amy goal is 55.  And if our plan for income properties works out, that should happen.  Just 10834 more days till then.  :S
3. A Successful Blog.  Well, I guess I have started that as well.  I did have a regular reader base in the age of Geo Cities and My Space, but life and expired memberships killed that. So, here I am again, starting new, with so far 2 readers (Thank you, Dave and Jamie). My goal is to have a successful blog with interesting ‘stuff’, reasearched articles, contests for my reader base, long comment sections , and an impact on others lives.  How am I doing so far?  Everyone full of soup?
4. Have something published.  In my Pre marriage/Kids/Crazy @ Work days, I wrote a lot.  I have most of a book written, poetry, short stories, essays completed… And its all hidden away in a desk drawer for NO ONE to see.  I’d like to one day have SOMEONE read these and have them published.  Maybe I should start with posting some of my short stories on here.  Would that count as being published?
5. Play in a Band. I played in one in high school, but we never did anything of any significance.  After seeing Jonny Lang and Buddy Guy however, this desire is more intense.  I think my biggest obstacle might be my husband, truthfully.  He very much wants to as well, but sadly our music tastes and talents are in much different directions from each other.  My girlfriend Arlene and I have joked talked about it, but that is as far as it gets.  In order for this to happen, however, I need to start playing again, which brings me to…
6. Learn to play one instrument well.  I know how to play a bit of guitar, a bit of piano, I can carry a tune (and not make people cringe), a bit of trumpet, and I was decent on the saxophone. The only instrument I feel I was ever really good as was the flute, and I had little desire to excel at it.  So little in fact, that most people didn’t even know I played it, like it was a secret.  Maybe instead of signing up for that free sociology class, I should into music lessons.
7.   Complete a marathon.  I don’t know which one yet, but I’d like to say I did one.  There are some really cool ones out there. http://www.diabetes.ca/get-involved/supporting-us/team-diabetes/international/
8. Go on a World Vision Trip.  Its a big world out there, and I want to see it all.
Did I miss anything?