Chili Rellenos

When Millie invited is over for dinner, she said she would cook a chili rellenos casserole.

Oh, said I, don’t go to any trouble for us, all the while praying she would.

She did.

I helped. She asked what the difference is between Poblano and Anaheim peppers, so I set up my laptop on her kitchen table and googled.

For the record, Poblanos are hotter than Anaheims, which were bred to be mild to suit the taste of Californians around 1900.

She also made guacamole and sauteed onions and yellow squash. I make squash the same way, but hers tastes good.

Everything tasted good. (I know commenting on the quality of the food one is served violates the rules of etiquette, but bloggers are exempt from that rule as well as from several others.)

Millie shared the chili rellenos recipe, but I doubt I’ll ever recreate tonight’s experience. There’s something–a je ne sais quoi, if Millie had served crepes–about a home cooked meal–cooked in someone else’s home–that restaurant fare can’t duplicate.

I could go on and on, but the movie is about to begin. They’re hollering for me to bring the bowl of fresh cherries I’m hogging to the living room. They said I have to share.

Rice Pudding Suitable for Framing

My friend Em informed me that she has found the Google Art Project and will therefore be incommunicado for about the next five years.

If she can drag herself away from the National Gallery of Everywhere, she might show up for dinner Sunday, an engagement we made months ago. If not, she’ll send her husband along by himself.

Em is an artist. One of her pieces hung in her office—a pencil drawing of opera star Marian Anderson. It is beautiful. She entered it in the county fair several years ago. I don’t remember how it placed, but it didn’t take first. Her husband said it would have done better if she’d put a pair of boots and some cactus in the background.

I wish I had Em’s passion for visual art, but I have neither the education nor the eye. I’m a word person. If I had my way, I would cover all my walls with words.

Which brings me to the point: I have discovered how to turn words into art without using talent or turpentine: Wordle.

I pasted the text of an old post into the Wordle website, clicked Go, and Voila! A post suitable for framing.

Or it will be when I get the bugs worked out.


McKenna’s Turkey

Thanksgiving postcard circa 1900 showing a tur...
Thanksgiving Postcard circa 1900--Image via Wikipedia

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Great-niece McKenna, two-and-a-half, recently announced that on Thanksgiving, the turkey will come down the chimney and give her candy for being a good girl on Halloween. 

Works for me.

I wish for you a blessed Thanksgiving. And may the turkey bring you lots and lots of candy.

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Happy Thanksgiving