Thanks to Paula Dean (with some adjustments) - Italian Sausage Soup
2 cups egg noodles (dry)
1 tsp of butter/margarine
1 lb of italian sausage (I like sweet)
1 10oz jar of spaghetti sauce
32oz chicken broth with no msg
1 can of zuccinni in tomato/garlic sauce (Del Monte makes it - LOVE it!)
1 red bell pepper
1 onion chopped
2 carrots sliced thin
3 cloves minced garlic (I use the stuff in the jar so for that about 3 tsp
1 tsp oregano
1. Cook sausage, onion, carrot, pepper and garlie in dutch oven on med heat until sausage is brown and crumbly (approx 20min) - Drain well
2. Cook egg noodles according to package, drain and add 1 tsp of butter to keep from stickin.
3. Add chicken broth and spaghetti sauce heat to boiling and simmer for 5 minutes
4. Add oregano and can of zuccini heat until warm.
5. Put noodles in bottom of the bown and ladle soup over top and serve.
Yummy hearty soup for these cold days!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Thursday, September 30, 2010
New Blog...
Hey ya'll check out my new blog...I'll still write relevant stuff on this one, but my new one is for my passion for quilting! Check it out and let me know what you think???
http://www.lizbquilting.blogspot.com/
http://www.lizbquilting.blogspot.com/
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Quiltin' Up a Storm!
Well, I have been quiltin' up a storm lately!!! It seems my proclivities seem to swing from bloggin', to cookin' to quiltin'.
My little man LOVES to "help" me quilt. He likes to name the shapes and lay on the quilt while I am tieing it or quilting it. He has learned the hard way that quilting needles are VERY sharp and that pulling on fabric I am cutting with a rotary cutter is a BIG "no-no". He also likes to sit at my sewing machine and push the buttons (which is fine if it is off, but not so cool if it is on : | ). It is almost as much fun as "driving the car".
Quilting has become almost therapy for me. It helps keep me busy while my little man is busy himself and it also shows him how to get busy if he is bored and looking for something to do. When I pick up my quilting, he usually goes and gets something himself (like his toddler computer or his hammer and work bench). I love to see him get busy and discover things for himself. Also, he is at a "high maintenance" age (are there any other kind?) and when I get to do "my thing", it is easier to have patience with him and "his things".
I am developing some fabric craft games for him...so far shapes on some batting keep him busy...it is almost like a design wall for him. I am thinking I will make him some quilt squares to put up there and make designs.
Wish there was more "insightful" ponderings, but just been quiltin'.
My little man LOVES to "help" me quilt. He likes to name the shapes and lay on the quilt while I am tieing it or quilting it. He has learned the hard way that quilting needles are VERY sharp and that pulling on fabric I am cutting with a rotary cutter is a BIG "no-no". He also likes to sit at my sewing machine and push the buttons (which is fine if it is off, but not so cool if it is on : | ). It is almost as much fun as "driving the car".
Quilting has become almost therapy for me. It helps keep me busy while my little man is busy himself and it also shows him how to get busy if he is bored and looking for something to do. When I pick up my quilting, he usually goes and gets something himself (like his toddler computer or his hammer and work bench). I love to see him get busy and discover things for himself. Also, he is at a "high maintenance" age (are there any other kind?) and when I get to do "my thing", it is easier to have patience with him and "his things".
I am developing some fabric craft games for him...so far shapes on some batting keep him busy...it is almost like a design wall for him. I am thinking I will make him some quilt squares to put up there and make designs.
Wish there was more "insightful" ponderings, but just been quiltin'.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Mother's Day to Me!
Yeah!!!!!!!! I'm a Mama/Mother/Mommy - whoooo hooo! Happy Mother's Day to me!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy Mother's Day to you too!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The Hearts of Man
So, I was driving in terrible traffic the other day...this doesn't usually happen as I don't have to go to work in the morning or come home at night...so I was frustrated, but calm.
The three lanes of traffic were stopped on the interstate. I HATE this, I never understand how this happens (yes I know the scientific explanation, but it still doesn't make sense to me).
I look to my right and there is a perfectly good shoulder not being used by anyone, I only have a few miles to go and I am special right? I thought about - can I make it? What if there is a car stopped on the shoulder up there and I get stuck etc. NO, I didn't do it...I thought about it and then I realized - oh yeah, it is ILLEGAL! I actually weighed "how" illegal it was before I discounted the idea.
Then, I noticed that no one else was using it either...here was 100s of cars with an escape route and EVERYONE was following the law!!! (Except for one car that decided he only had 3/4 of a mile to go and he broke the law to do it). I was amazed and VERY happy!
What a country we live in where the hearts of man are this disciplined with this much respect for the law! Then, I started wondering what else is in their hearts...if they respect the law so much - are they voting? What do they think about the "State of the Union"? All of a sudden it hit me! This is why the country was so easily hijacked! The "socialist" agenda is wearing suits and ties and is changing the law - and we all follow the law!
Then, I started thinking...what will it take to get these type 100s of people to get mad/excited/interested in keeping the country the way it is/was...or are they for the "fundamental transformation"? I still haven't figured this out...I'll keep ya posted!
Oh yeah, as I went through the traffic - I saw the problem...someone rear ended a cop - oops!!! I always drive more carefully when I see a cop...guess that person didn't! Either way...his day was MUCH worse then mine stuck in traffic - so I thanked my lucky stars and had a good day!
The three lanes of traffic were stopped on the interstate. I HATE this, I never understand how this happens (yes I know the scientific explanation, but it still doesn't make sense to me).
I look to my right and there is a perfectly good shoulder not being used by anyone, I only have a few miles to go and I am special right? I thought about - can I make it? What if there is a car stopped on the shoulder up there and I get stuck etc. NO, I didn't do it...I thought about it and then I realized - oh yeah, it is ILLEGAL! I actually weighed "how" illegal it was before I discounted the idea.
Then, I noticed that no one else was using it either...here was 100s of cars with an escape route and EVERYONE was following the law!!! (Except for one car that decided he only had 3/4 of a mile to go and he broke the law to do it). I was amazed and VERY happy!
What a country we live in where the hearts of man are this disciplined with this much respect for the law! Then, I started wondering what else is in their hearts...if they respect the law so much - are they voting? What do they think about the "State of the Union"? All of a sudden it hit me! This is why the country was so easily hijacked! The "socialist" agenda is wearing suits and ties and is changing the law - and we all follow the law!
Then, I started thinking...what will it take to get these type 100s of people to get mad/excited/interested in keeping the country the way it is/was...or are they for the "fundamental transformation"? I still haven't figured this out...I'll keep ya posted!
Oh yeah, as I went through the traffic - I saw the problem...someone rear ended a cop - oops!!! I always drive more carefully when I see a cop...guess that person didn't! Either way...his day was MUCH worse then mine stuck in traffic - so I thanked my lucky stars and had a good day!
Monday, April 19, 2010
An Invitation to the White House for Dinner
I got this in my e-mail and think it is appropriate for this day in time!
[Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.
I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.
There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..
"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President. I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't want to seem unkind..
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite. "Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room. And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.
I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.
I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.
Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.
The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.
I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.
There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth around..."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.
He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.
Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
WAKE UP AMERICA !!!]
[Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.
I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.
There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..
"Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President. I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't want to seem unkind..
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite. "Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room. And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.
I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.
I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.
Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.
The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.
I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.
There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars...we need to spread YOUR wealth around..."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.
He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.
Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
WAKE UP AMERICA !!!]
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
LinkWithin
