Hash, Heavenly or not?

Well, since I have a headache today that is making all food sound disgusting, I wanted to make an easy supper. Dinner. Evening meal. Whatever you call it in your neck of the woods… This dish is all about using leftovers. I think of it as Midwestern cooking, as my grandmother who made this all the time was from Kansas. It is a wonderful comfort food on a cold day.

I used a quart of homemade beef broth; a pound of ground beef, browned; about five russet potatoes, bite size; a couple handfuls of thin green beans from the freezer, snapped into smaller pieces; frozen broccoli; a can of corn; some dried onion because I forgot to get fresh at the store; garlic powder; dried parsley; salt; pepper; thyme; Worcestershire sauce. Simmer till the potatoes are soft and starting to “cook down” where the broth is no longer clear. Most people do not want *mush* but that tastes good, too.

I only used the broccoli because it was there. I normally would add a chopped carrot but really only for form’s sake, none of us like cooked carrots.

My grandmother would make it with leftover potatoes and carrots from making a beef roast. If she had leftover roast she would use that and add a can of peas and corn or maybe green beans and boy, was it good. She used ground beef if there wasn’t leftover roast. She was the best roast-maker ever and was good at making hash, too. Most of our vegetables at her house were out of cans, preferably Del Monte or Libby. That was spoiling us, good quality canned vegetables ;).  Having tasted generic vegetables later in life, I appreciate it!

My other grandmother always had fresh vegetables, right from her garden, so the contrast was striking. Mom used both, veered more towards the healthy fresh and frozen side…


What are YOU having for dinner? What do you cook when you have a headache?


Five Novels: The House of Mirth, Ethan Frome, The Custom of the Country, Summer, and The Age of Innocence

I’ve just started this classics edition from Barnes and Noble. I forgot how amazing Edith Wharton’s writing is. So full, so nuanced. So correct. It’s like eating dense whole grain bread with home made blackberry preserves.

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Cupid ain’t got nothin’ on my daughter

So, the first thing I’ve done this morning is help Linnae load her projectile shooter thingy she made at Explora yesterday so that she could shoot it down the stairs. They were studying transfer of energy, I think.

The smug victory in her voice as her device works is worth every penny we pay for those classes. She also made one for each of us because you never know when you might need a small projectile shooter. 😉


Cupid’s bow ain’t got nothin’ on this rubber band powered shooter. His aim might be better but she’s working on it 😉

The path to…

My husband and I were discussing how miserable our older daughter is in her pregnancy… I was going to try to articulate how pregnancy is truly something that proves a woman’s inner strength to herself and I commented:

“To me, pregnancy is -”

“A keyword for MADNESS!” interjected our seven year old, with fervent sincerety…

Apparently she misses nothing.

Comparative Religion, Lotaburger Style

Yesterday I heard the most interesting conversation between two workers at Lotaburger.

The girl was trying to explain Ash Wednesday to someone who didn’t grow up here in New Mexico.

Girl, perplexed: “Wait, you never heard of the ‘Catho-leek?'”

Guy, helpfully:  “Naw, man, when I first moved here and saw that sh** on people’s heads I was all like, what the f**?! What is this sh** on their heads?”

Girl, still perplexed: “Really? You never heard of the Catho-leek?”

Guy: “No, we never heard of the ‘Catho-leek’ (chuckles, so I guess he is poking fun at her pronunciation). Seriously though, where I grew up, man, we would walk around the village and ring a big ol’ bell. It was cool, all old and sh**. Like from when the English came. A big ol’ heavy a** bell. And then you could say the name of your family members who were gone and stuff but not the rest of the year. We would eat, too. It was like your day of the dead, here. But not that stuff on your head and sh**.”

Girl, pondering: “Well, we like can’t eat meat on Fridays and stuff. But like, I can eat fish then. And I have to give stuff up. Because that’s what we do.”

Guy: “That’s cool, I can respect that. But you should just say you’re vegetarian, man. It’s less complicated.”

And that, my friends, is how these conversations should go.