Embracing My Inner Texan

It took Nanny and folk singing and songs about the Brazos River to re-awaken me and tell me that I’m in Texas and have been here for over five years.

Instead of tolerating it, I should embrace it and enjoy it and, above all, make peace with it. I cook great fajitas. Chicken marinated in lime juice, hot peppers, salt and pepper. Peppers and onions, charred. Flour tortillas in a dry skillet, sour cream, salsa, guacamole, more limes and perhaps shredded cheddar cheese.

I’ve been looking for LBJ’s Pedernales Chili recipe to try in the slow-cooker. I also make a great skirt steak with Chimichurri sauce. And my T-Bone and loaded baked potato helped Jim up his wedding ring 1/2 size. Nanny was leery of me at first, then looked at her grandson and said, “It looks like you’re feeding him well.”

I’ll try to find the posts for you from my original Texas rants, about me driving through deer season and such. They’re from my old Dell so will have to see if they get along with the MacBook. No, I’m not getting into that fight, but this little pup saved me in the UK for three months. Skype and free online access at our flat allowed me to pay bills at home and call to check on Zoe for one penny per minute. It’s a lifesaver. And now that I have my wireless keyboard and 24″ monitor it is the gift that keeps on blogging, giving, whatever.

Find your way home for the holidays, even if it’s in your mind. And cook something that reminds you of childhood. Dee