It’s not really chili. It’s actually soup, but it’s served at Boxing Day when there’s Red Chili and Green Chili so this is Orange Chili. It’s also Vegan. And, oddly, according to a Moroccan bartender I once described it to, pretty danged authentic. Go figure.
Easy to multiply for crowds. Remember = Do not feed Adrian cilantro.
More holiday requests. I’m remaking some bits of the website over here and just to make sure that I don’t end on anyone’s naughty list, I’m making sure that all of the most requested recipes stay available. This one is for the crack-addictive pecans that show up at holiday parties when anyone is silly enough to say “oh just bring something to nibble on.” You’ve been warned. I think these are based on something that came from Cooking Light.
Hint: Make Lots.
A tradition at the Boxing Day Party. We’ve given this recipe to skiers, football fans, parents of toddlers who refuse to eat “funny stuff”, and mothers of teenage boys who don’t eat so much as inhale. Whatever. It disappears by the boat load. Serve with corn bread is you’re feeling ambitious. Tortillas if you aren’t. Beer is good too.
Gizmo was born in Yakima. It’s hot in Yakima. He learned to love playing in a wading pool.
Lately we’ve had some almost Eastern Washington temperatures. So we’ve gotten our own wading pool out.
(edit — this is old. I mean, really. The puppy already lives with us. It’s utter chaos.)
I didn’t intend it to happen this way. I mean, I did intend to some day, perhaps not too long from now, get another Bouvier. But not right now. Except that right now is how it happened. Or will happen. Real Soon Now.
Ivan passed away on April 4th. Suddenly. It was all a bit dramatic and unpleasant and, well, unfortunate. So I wrote to Susan to let her know. And then it all happened. There were puppies. And one male unspoken for. And Jim and I talked about it and… and…
in the words of my friend S. Puppy, puppy, puppy. She’s also the one who said, omg _eyebrows_
So here we are with a puppy in-bound and I gave away all of my baby gates to people with actually babies and the ex-pens last held sheep and the crates are broken down and stored in the barn and the old lady dog will not know what happened to her quiet, orderly, boring life.
We visited last weekend. They were 71⁄2 weeks old and goofy and adorable in the way that Bouvier puppies are. I have pictures and video to prove it.