Cristy, pictured here this morning with Lily, brought over the Hell's Inferno, sparking yet another endless round of pepper debates regarding whether it's hotter, or not, than my Fire Hot Pepper Sauce.
What always throws everyone off here is the use of vinegar in the preservation of peppers. This stuff has 1,000,000 Scoville units and costs $15 a bottle. To me it has an aura of Barbecue sauce, something I'm obviously not fond of, but, oh Honey, I do like taste testing me some peppers.
Jalapeno peppers have less Scoville units, but dog if we, as a family unit, didn't vastly prefer my jalapenos both for the fieriness and for the taste. I save my own seeds and reuse my ball jars that I'd initially paid for cheaply at yard sales, like either a dime or a quarter each.
I don't like my peppers to have that pickle-like aspect to them. I adore vinegars, especially balsamic one, but not to preserve my jalapenos.
I'd made pinto beans for supper, run 'em all through my food processor with water and garlic, chili powder and crushed red peppers to make the paste consistency that we prefer, six pounds of dried beans, soaked properly, and later cooked for two hours, then refried-like but without the lard that most folks add.
Pile bean paste on lightly fried corn tortillas with whatever one prefers, drink water, and waddle away very full and happy.
Gina was scanning old photos over at her apartment, sending me this one of my kids that are now all in high school. This was in 1999 I suppose because neither Chuy nor Sabrina were living with us yet.
See how cute and adorable JoJo is in the forefront? I have to go back to this place in my mind quite often, cute doesn't negate Oppositional Defiant Disorder, nor Lack of Impulse Control, two aspects of his behaviors that have caused him great difficulty.
"Way to rock your onesies Allen, "CW had remarked. I've long since given up on tablecloths.
I'm JoJo's role model for maturity, and I spent an hour yesterday playing with a Fart Piano App on my phone. But, you know, I don't really trust folks who don't find that funny.
This photo of CW, Lily, Tony and my niece, Caroline staggers me. She's graduating from high school this year, looking at colleges, the arbor in the background had been built by Chuck long before he married Yolie, and used in my family room for Sarah's wedding in 2000. Tony will be 17 in a couple of weeks.
Lily's off doing art projects with Cristy for the day. Cristy, my daughter, is her, CW and Jack's birth mom - again for those of y'all who don't believe Jack is half-Mexican
I'm gonna tag Caroline on Facebook, hope this photo doesn't embarrass her, she's a lovely young lady now, absolutely gorgeous, and the third daughter my brother, Gary, is gonna put through college. Her sister, Katie, is why I'm gonna quietly go against the SEC and cheer for Notre Dame this week. I'm hoping to get to Katie's graduation in Indiana this Spring.
Their third sister, Kelly, is getting married soon. I'm gonna grab my son, Sergi, now 31, on the way to her wedding in New Mexico.
My favorite brother-in-law, Kevin, and my gorgeous niece Lauren are coming this week. I'm planning a big Thursday night dinner of black beans and rice tostados and burritos, inviting a bunch of my grown kids. Lauren has only known me, her late mom's sister, as the parent of her mongo amount of Hispanic cousins.
If I'm allowed to use Daniel and Megan's wedding photos, there's some great ones of all of us Bodies dancing and having a blast at the wedding reception - especially of Grandma, Lauren and Marcela.
Again, no New Year's Resolutions for me, I have my usual plans, dreams, ideas, and goals, and am aiming for them. They involve putting Sabrina through college, and helping all my sons find jobs and buy cars, get through high school and beyond. I will, of course, expand my food production and preservation. I'll nag more folks about veganism too. Duh.
I'll be heading into my 8th year of blogging and I deeply appreciate those of you who've followed along, who've prayed for us, and become my friends. I treasure you all.
I'm including a picture Gina found of Grandpa and Jack, taken maybe 10-11 years ago, right when we'd built the family room, yet not quite loaded it up with all my houseplants.
Lord Have Mercy, I do miss ole Grandpa. He encouraged the dreamer in me, to have big visions and to pursue them, Grandma's genetics in me provided the ability to do hard grungy, grimey, grudge work 24-7. What a nice combination it has been, making me exceedingly grateful to my parents. They've totally emotionally supported the idea of my very large family - in spite of the Hell they've seen us have to go through to get where we are nowadays.
Jack still misses the tar out of his BFF Grandpa.