Lorraine and Katherine use song lyrics alot for their post titles, ah and Angie does also. I have toyed with the idea of using fantastic quotes… but it doesnt seem to work out for me…

so here is a cooking reference… mojo marinade, which we displaced Miamians know as the fabulous bottled Cuban marinade into which most every meat goes… our turkeys for instance. Peggy used to be a preschool teacher, which is where we were first introduced to it. Remember those Thanksgiving pot lucks each class would have?  Peggy’s room mother made the turkey this way. Peggy made our turkey that year the same way, despite my skepticism and YUMMO! Turkey marinated in a bottle each of mojo and sour orange. Then roasted in an oven roasting bag… the results were always juicy and packed full of flavour.

I still cannot eat  but i am doing alot of food thinking..  My mother had a craving for Chinese ribs, not southern ribs… but that great mandarin treat of ribs with plum sauce. And alongside a stir fry of mixed greens with the palate counterpoint of Japanese rice. Hmmm, the memory makes me hungry. That perfectly wonderful rice “taste” underscoring the other parts of the menu. I used the recipe she found and I had never made ribs that way, but had always wondered how they got that taste. I browned the ribs first, then caramelized the drippings with some sugar. When that was completely smooth i added soy sauce, lots of fresh minced garlic, and some herbs. Then the ribs were slow cooked in this potion most of the day. Mary made the plum sauce to go with it. So maybe i didn’t do that much cooking, but to re-create a taste experience was so satisfying. It plum tuckered me out, hah! a pun!

Lisa is in town visiting her folks and she stopped in to see us. I love LISA! Really, what a treat spending any time with her is. We can find so many things to joke about, to make wry observations with… her kindness and sweetness … and her gritty honesty about some things in the world… I LOVE LISA!

My mother is getting ready to wash my 20 or so hairs growing back so I gotta be quick finishing up. Next week our church is celebrating its 100th year anniversary. I am making a slide show of the progression of God’s work in this wonderful church family, this awesome work of God. ANd i need some more  creative mojo coming my way.

WHat else? this would not be a new and improving blog by Bethy, if we didnt have the somewhat random and possibly new thought to ponder…

Imagine if you will, this scenario… it is suppertime, people are arriving home, getting ready for some evening activity, the smoke alarm has once again gone off, as you are trying to AVOID overly-crisping up supper and the telemarketer calls again…. chew on the following quote a minute and then get back to your life…

You owe the companies nothing. You especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs. Banksy Street ARt

that’s a good one, eh? I thought so…

signing off, pray please for my new and renewed ongoing battle with the retching… it takes over when i dont expect it… God carries me though each episode, sends someone to hold my hand, bring me cool cloths, helps me get settled back down. AS i wrote many weeks ago, water walking only happens when people are praying.

Tags: Cains, Food, Glorious God, illness, prayer, quotes

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