Thursday, September 17, 2015

Stick of Butter Rice … Say What!!!

Elroy licking his chops thinking about Stick of Butter Rice!

Oh you heard me …. 
I said "Stick of Butter Rice".
I don't usually share recipes here especially when they are not mine to start with,
but I'm going to break that rule today,
everyone needs a super fattening, super decadent and super yummy side dish.
I have made this dish 3 times,
my girl and my guy love it so much, I've had to double the recipe
so that we have enough for our meal.
They actually ask for this rice frequently, but keeping our health in mind I don't make it
no way,
it has to be a treat, something you think about and crave,
and when you finally get it you savor it.
Today I'm making it for a friend,
I've added 2 sautéed hot italian turkey sausage out of the casing,
I wouldn't usually but for this gift it's meant to be their dinner.
Anyway, without further ado, here is the recipe, I found it on Pinterest attached to someone else's blog, her name is Mique and here is a link. .

Here you go!

Stick of Butter Rice
  • 1 c. uncooked white rice (NOT instant) 
  • 1 (10 oz) can of Condensed French Onion Soup
  • 1 (10 oz) can of Beef Broth
  • 1/2 c. of butter, sliced        
  • Preheat oven to 425 degrees. 
  • In a 9x9 inch baking dish combine rice, soup and broth. 
  • Cut butter into slices and place on top of the mixture.
  • Cover with foil and bake for 30 minutes.
  • Remove cover and bake 30 minutes more.
You can add to this recipe, ground cooked beef, mushrooms, or maybe some roasted butternut squash squares, just be creative. My mom always told me when you take a recipe from someone, change it just a bit to make it your own, I've followed her directive ever since.  

Can you even imagine how delicious that would be? So go ahead, give it a try, oh and one other trick, feel free to cut the butter amount in half, it will still be delicious. 
Say What!!!
Thanks for stopping by today!

Friday, September 4, 2015


I lived for 33 years in the Northeast, Connecticut to be exact.  We had 4 separate seasons, my favorite was Fall for it's warm days and cool nights, the smell of dew on the grass and wet leaves early in the morning, shorter days, warmer clothing, apple festivals and fairs, pumpkins, hot cocoa and soup.  Some of my best memories of being a young girl at home with my mom and family were of the soups she would throw together with "cheap ingredients".  Nothing was better then playing outside all day and coming in when the street lights went on to find soup bowls on the table.  She made soup out of leftovers rather than have them go to waste, money was carefully spent to assure that we had what we needed without excess.  Soups of every kind, ham and cabbage soup thick with carrots, onions and a salty ham broth was a favorite of mine.  Chicken noodle soup made with all the meat we didn't eat, for me that was the brown meat, but in a soup I loved it, carrots, celery, and noodles with lots of black pepper, we all loved it, sometimes there were even homemade drop biscuits on the side.  My favorite soup to come out of moms kitchen however was "Hamburger Soup".  I've heard it called poor mans soup, and even a few times depression soup, perhaps because it was made during the depression using just a bit of ground meat and lots of cheap "rice, pasta or potatoes".  My mom  always made her soup with a beef broth thickened with crushed canned tomatoes, sautéed ground beef with salt and pepper, onion, carrots, celery and frozen corn were always there along with elbow macaroni.  Mom always served that hot steaming soup with crusty french bread and butter on the side, I loved dipping it in to my soup and having some butter melt in to the soup with every dunk.  Every family has there own version or recipe for this traditional classic using their own list of ingredients and each person probably has their own memories of enjoying it at the dinner table.  I've been thinking a lot about that Hamburger Soup lately, I think it's my mom coming through and reminding me of my roots, reminding me to keep the things I love close to me and enjoy them whenever the need arises.  I may not live in Connecticut any longer and the seasons in California don't change like they did back East, but my taste for those Fall comfort foods will never leave me.  I can assure you that Hamburger Soup is on my mind and will be on my menu this week.  I'd share a recipe with you if I had one, but I do not,  I work from tasty memories and know that whatever I pull from that pot when it is finished will bring me right back to my family dinner table … because I have strong memories and dreams of soup!

Saturday, July 4, 2015

What is that feeling anyway???

It's a terrible feeling.
You know that feeling when something is wrong, but you don't know what!
When everything people say sounds like a loud buzz in your ears.
When you just can't find the goodness, or the positive side, or the light.
What is this feeling anyway? 
They say you can be surrounded by a million people and still it feels like there is no one.
When the people you are supposed to be able to laugh with, share with, and talk to,
are the ones you feel so distant from.
Why can't we tell people the truth, 
when they say "how are you today",                                  why do we just say fine.
Maybe we aren't fine, maybe we need to scream, I can't breathe, I'm sad and I don't know why.
Nope, we just say "fine".
You know that feeling where you just want to cry                                                                                                                                  and everything that everyone says to you makes you weep.
But you weep Quietly,
In the shower, you weep, while you are driving, you weep,      after everyone is asleep, you weep …                                        the warm, salty tears roll down your cheeks.
Wanting to talk and having no one you feel you can talk to,    even your closest friend seems wrong.
It's a terrible place to be, when you want to run away for a bit, and have no idea where to run away to.
It's a terrible place to be!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

TIME … it just continues to fly by!

Sunset on Seal Beach
When I was a little girl growing up I could never wait for tomorrow.
It seemed like the hours went by so slowly, especially when I was waiting.

I couldn't wait for summer to come and school to be over,
I couldn't wait for summer to end and school to start.
I couldn't wait for Friday so I could play all weekend with my friends,
and I couldn't wait for the weened to be over so I could go back to school with my friends.
I couldn't wait to be a little older so I could have more freedom,
and once I had that freedom and realized it came with responsibility
I wished I was young again and had no worries.
I couldn't wait for the ice-cream truck to come by at night, it seemed I waited for the tune from his truck all day long.
I couldn't wait for so many things,
especially to grow up and not have to answer to anyone.
Fast Forward … and I do mean fast up to today.
Here I am, all grown up and gosh don't I sometimes wish I could go back to being a child again.
My mom always said, "don't rush time, it goes fast enough". 
Wow, was she ever right.
She was pretty much right about everything, 
though I never would have told her that way back when.
She was a smart cookie, and brave too, she had it all together even though life tried so hard to knock her down on a daily basis.
Looking back,
I wish now I could go back to moments in my life and enjoy them all over again.
Enjoy the people who were such a big part of making me who I am.
I'd spend more time talking to my mom while she hung clothes on the line in our backyard.
I'd sit and crack more Brazil nuts for my dad and listen to his boyhood stories.
I'd walk down the boardwalk in Wildwood one last time with Brian.
I'd spend more time enjoying the little things in life,
because I know now how quickly life goes,
how short life really is in the grand scheme of things.
In memory of:
My dad, Charles Henry who has been gone  for almost 41 years.
My mom, Pauline Therese who has been gone for almost 8 years.
My husband, Brian Fielding who has been gone for 3 years.
What we once enjoyed and deeply loved
we can never lose
for all that we love deeply
becomes a part of us.
-Helen Keller-

Friday, January 2, 2015

Welcome 2015

It's a New Year
It's a New Day

How did that happen, where did 2014 go so quickly?
It seems like just yesterday we were celebrating our move to California,
Learning to live as a new blended family.
Closing Probate finally after 2 years.
Adjusting …
Adjusting …
Adjusting …

That's really what life is all about I think.
There is always something new, something different, something changing that requires us to stop and think about how we will adjust to the changes in our lives.
I believe that each morning when we wake up,
life gives us a new chance to start over,
to make new and better choices,
to rewrite our story,
and to
make changes
and adjust.
Yesterday is already history,
tomorrow is definitely a mystery, 
but today is yours to create.
Don't waste your chance to make the changes you need to make.
Don't pass up the chance to be a part of changing the world you live in.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
do it now,
lose the weight,
try something new,
take a trip,
tell someone you love them,
just do it.

Happy New Year to all my family and friends.
May you realize all your dreams in 2015.
Love you all,

Friday, November 21, 2014

Helping One Another …

I wouldn't consider myself a preachy kind of person.
I do have beliefs, deep beliefs and as I get older they are becoming more important to me.

I love the world we live in, but I'd love it more if people would step up and help to make the changes we so desperately need.
I'm tired of hearing people say they care, but they don't have time to help.
I'm tired of people blaming every one else for the wrongs in this world, especially when they do nothing to make it any better.
How many times have you walked past a homeless person on a cold day and looked the other way because it's easier than facing them while you hurry on your way, warm and comfortable.
How many times have you looked the other way when you see something bad happening to another human being?
How many times have you said "I"ll keep you in my prayers" and then gotten so busy you forget, or you think to yourself, so many people are praying for them my little prayer wouldn't make a difference.  
Do you rip up the donation envelopes from the cancer society and say, I can't afford it right now, someone else will cover it.
One day you may need that prayer someone asked you for.
You might need a warmer jacket or a pair of gloves.
You might be the person being abused and need a ride to a safe place.
Life changes on a daily basis, 
everything we take for granted can be so quickly taken away.
Stop looking the other way … help change the world, 
it will make a difference.
Pick a cause, any cause will do, there are so many out there to root for and to stand for. It doesn't matter which one you pick, what does matter is that you make your choice. How can anyone stand idly by and do nothing to help your fellow man. Help make changes, don't be afraid to make some noise, let the world know you are out there and you are not Going down without a fight, help make things better for your children and for their children and for all the generations to come. It is inconceivable to think that we as compassionate, loving, caring human beings can live on this earth and ignore what is happening around you on a daily basis. There are so many little things each of us can do that will become the equivalent of many huge things. Imagine if every living human being in this world donated one dollar to a cause. Think of all the cures that could be found for illness and diseases. It's time to stop waiting for someone else to do the right thing, be the example and maybe everyone else will follow. We need to stop fighting one another and take care of the changes we need to see in this world.
In the words of the immortal Dr. Seuss: Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not.

Friday, September 19, 2014

It's a Bugs Life After All ...

Oh Lord ...
I have to say that I have never,
seen as many bugs and creepy, crawly things
as I have seen since moving to Southern California.
Upon setting foot in the yard of our house
the evening we arrived  here in Long Beach...
Patrick looked down and saw a snake.
OK,  just a garden snake, but a snake none the less.
Ewww ... 
I yelled and Morgan jumped,
we ran for the door and found safety in the house.
Maybe that little snake was the neighborhood welcoming committee.
Thankfully, we have not seen a snake since that evening.
We quickly found out however that our home was infested with 
creatures of every other kind.
loads and loads of spiders.
Not just little ones, but big, huge spiders.
Just the other evening I went out to the back patio with the dogs,
I looked down and saw a web near the bottom of the house.
Then I saw "IT" ...
the owner of the web.
She was black and on her belly she had a big red spot.
WHAT ... a black widow in my yard at my feet.
Thank God for hard bottomed shoes,
I stepped on her ... over and over again,
even though I knew she was dead, I just had to make sure.
Whew, one less spider to worry about, but not the 1st Black Widow we have seen here.
Then there are the Lizards!
Every size ... and they are fast little buggers.
I watch them safely from inside the family room while they run up and down the brick wall
between our house and the neighbors.
I don't mind them because I hear they eat bugs,
but I don't want them in my house.  Morgan found a baby lizard in her shower one morning,
and very bravely killed that little sucker.
I sure wish they'd eat all those ugly Black Widow spiders.
Centipedes ... Crickets ... Cockroaches
all those "C" bugs.
Where the heck do they come from, and why are there so many of them here?
Cockroaches,  I've never had them in my house in my life, 
 ummm .. until I moved here. 
 I called an exterminator immediately when we figured out what they were.                                            I said "can you get here in half an hour" ... "nope, but I can be there tomorrow" ... "you mean I have to sleep in this house with those bugs here".  We survived the night, not without nightmares though.
The exterminator came out right on time ...
he says to me,                                                                                                         "it's not your house, it's plenty clean, these roaches come up through the drains".
Uggg ... does that mean I might see them again?
Well ... maybe, but probably not for a year or so ... of course it's been a year,
so I guess it's time to spray again.
We literally live right across the street from the river bed, granted it's a cement river bed, but every single strange creature that could exist, does exist in that river bed.
It isn't a very big hike for them to cross the street.
Skunks, Coyotes, Squirrels, Snakes, Rats, Mice, Possums and Bugs                             (including roaches and spiders)                                                                                   and the list goes on and on.
No one told me about the bugs ...
I still would have moved here, but man, I would have thought twice about living near a river bed.
This might explain by the way why I don't go camping,
Bugs and Tania ... we don't mix well.